chsdbacks Chapter 287 I am already dead
Chapter 287 I am already dead
Chapter 287 I am already dead
As the Book of Calamities unfolded naturally, its contents quickly came into view.
This depicts a battle, with two towering figures, like gods, facing each other. Looking down at the enemy from above is a man riding the waves, standing against the dark clouds and draped in a storm. His face is extremely handsome, with features close to those of a traditional Easterner. Lightning seems like a toy in his hand, and the background is the vast ocean that engulfs everything.
Below him, seemingly the challenger, was dressed in a simple white robe. He had fair skin, a silver cross hanging on his chest, jet-black hair that resembled a solidified shadow, and pure gold eyes that shone like the sun.
Golden halos emanated from behind his head, at his feet, and behind him, forming a twelve-section illusory clock and casting shadows like curtains.
These symbols were not difficult for Klein, who had a solid foundation in occultism and extensive knowledge, to discern: the waves, the storm, and the lightning corresponded to the ancient god "Elven King" Sonia Solem.
Another figure with many symbolic meanings is the legendary ancient sun god, revered in Silver City as the "Creator," an omniscient and omnipotent deity.
Klein's gaze was drawn to the exquisite painting, which he unconsciously memorized, including the two rather handsome faces in the picture. However, as Klein stared at the figures in the painting, the two gods who were originally confronting each other in the painting suddenly turned their gazes outside the book and towards Klein, who was observing everything.
A chill ran through me from the bottom of my heart.
Klein was momentarily distracted, his mind seemingly transported to the scene before him, where he could directly perceive the surging, roaring sea and the blazing sun that seemed to be the only thing in the world. This sensation lasted only a brief moment before Shael closed the Book of Calamities, but Klein remained lying stiffly on the sofa, unconscious.
"It's good to be young, you can fall asleep as soon as your head hits the pillow."
Chael seemed somewhat helpless. It wasn't necessarily a good thing that the painting was too lifelike. In addition, the book itself had the power of the audience, which gave the figures in the painting a certain charm. If it were someone else, their spirit would be dragged into the confrontation between the two gods and they could easily be crushed.
I've already reminded you like this, you don't still want to do a divination, do you?
Shael cast another mental calming spell, and Klein's breathing became even more steady, and his sleep became exceptionally peaceful.
night.
Above the gray fog.
Mr. Fool sat silently in his high-backed chair, gazing at the beautiful Elvish runes on the cover without uttering a word.
He actually believed in that devil "angel"—what a mistake, a huge mistake.
Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't expect this to happen either. It seems this book is more dangerous than I anticipated.
That bastard!
Klein gritted his teeth with hatred at the thought of the angel's true colors afterwards.
Although the "angel" later compensated him with a box of ancient gold coins as medical expenses, judging from the "angel's" relaxed appearance and the extent of the box's decay, his gains were definitely more than just a box of gold coins. Oh my god, how many boxes like this did he find!
Klein was now filled with self-reflection on his naivety and simplicity. He had been so easily and effortlessly taken down, perhaps even serving as a guinea pig to test the harmfulness of the book on "Angel." He couldn't bring himself to cause trouble for "Angel" yet.
Because he couldn't resist his curiosity and got hooked, the "angel" compensated him for the medical expenses. He didn't live up to his crazy adventurer persona and fight the "angel." After sobering up, his head was still dizzy, and he reverted to being Klein. Thanks to the help of the "psychologist," and being dazzled by a box of gold coins, he didn't cause a scene immediately, thus missing the best opportunity.
"The audience is awful."
Having accepted the compensation and agreed to the mediation, it was no longer appropriate to bring up past grievances. Klein could only look at the "Book of Calamities" in his hands with frustration, wondering if his reaction had frightened the angel who intended to continue his research, causing him to abandon his studies of the book's secrets and instead sacrifice it to the Fool.
"Like Russell's diary, do you hope to have it interpreted through me?"
Klein was unsure whether to be happy or sad. The good news was that he had obtained the item without paying any price, while the bad news was that he was the one who had to pay the price.
Want me to do a divination?
Klein hesitated. If it were before, he would have immediately consulted the oracle; after all, he had even divined the Eternal Sun and hadn't actually died. But now… The thought of how he had fainted after merely glancing at the scene of the "Ancient God" confronting the "Creator" in reality…
Klein was unusually inclined to follow his heart; the ancient sun god seemed to be far more powerful than the eternal sun.
"There's a problem with this book; the characters in the illustrations seem to have a certain degree of self-awareness."
Klein recalled the scene before he lost consciousness. If the gray fog space hadn't been able to suppress the sealed artifact, he might not have opened the book again.
But the ancient god "Elven King" Sonia Solem also caught his attention. The soft features characteristic of Eastern people, the elves' invention of chopsticks, and their fondness for blood tofu—all of this seemed to suggest that the "Elven King" was somehow connected to him and Roselle.
"If it's just reading the text, there shouldn't be any danger."
"After all, this is above the gray fog. The mental agitation and depression while reading are also caused by the depletion of spiritual energy. Reading 'Spiritual Encounters' has the same side effect."
He convinced himself to open the Book of Calamities again and try to decipher the Elvish language within.
This time, the contents of the book pages were strangely distorted, and the process of interpretation seemed to be omitted. The dense runes and symbols disappeared, leaving only a line of dark hieroglyphs that looked like the marks left by lightning splitting through dark clouds.
"I am the Elf King, and I will be dead by the time you see this."
+!
A plant!
Klein was startled by the sudden change and jumped up from the chair he was sitting in.
One second, two seconds, three seconds, and nothing unusual happened.
Klein sat down carefully, staring at the Book of Calamities, which remained unchanged except for a line of text that suddenly appeared. He fell into a brief silence. He tried to turn the page, but the second page contained the same content as the first.
It's like an unskippable beginner's tutorial.
As Klein touched it, the writing on it began to change; this time, the font was not Elvish, but Traditional Chinese.
"If fate hadn't been so capricious, this book would have ended up among those who could truly understand it."
Traditional Chinese characters?
Although it slightly increased the difficulty of identification, Klein's cultural literacy still enabled him to read effectively.