Chapter 415 Prelude of Reincarnation <TOC> Chapter 417 Promise Fulfillment
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This time, Angel didn’t activate the power of the magic formation but directly—
Fired a shot.
From the barrel of the gun, numerous white light tendrils emerged. After a brief display of writhing, the tendrils retracted their glow and formed a bullet resembling a meteor, trailing a long white tail that penetrated the ghost’s body.
The ghost let out a miserable scream and collapsed, curling up its body.
Angel took a few steps back and carefully observed the changes in the ghost’s condition.
It was trembling, its head swaying left and right, seemingly struggling in pain. Its jet-black hair covered its face.
Slowly, its trembling subsided.
“This ghost didn’t disappear? Could it be that this bullet isn’t meant to eliminate ghost?” Angel wondered inwardly, hoping that the bullet wasn’t actually beneficial to the ghost.
Mysterious powers were indeed peculiar, and Angel remembered Promi once mentioning a mysterious item called the “Dream Conch of the Moonlit Coast.” Its effect was to “ignore rank and pull all non-living entities into dreams.” This bizarre and seemingly useless mysterious item had no known purpose to date…
So, the appearance of a mysterious item with beneficial effects for the ghost didn’t surprise Angel.
If it really was beneficial to the ghost, Angel’s actions just now were somewhat abrupt. He silently took another step back and fully activated “Boundless Silence,” completely concealing his presence.
The female ghost stopped moving.
However, Angel noticed that it hadn’t vanished, and a white light slowly permeated within her body.
Suddenly, she raised her head.
Upon seeing her face, Angel’s expression froze because he recognized the female ghost. He had seen her just three days ago in Phineas’s bathroom – the woman who, with the help of his healing spell, accumulated resentment to the extreme and transformed into an ghost upon dying.
Angel remembered that she claimed to be the thirteenth daughter of King Guman, but she didn’t mention her name, probably because she felt her name was no longer important.
No wonder this ghost was fixated on Black Castle; all her resentment came from there.
While Angel pondered, she let out a miserable scream. Then, the white light within her body surged, concentrating in her head.
Under the illumination of the white light, Angel could vaguely see her delicate appearance from when she was alive—her cloud-like hair, her picturesque brows, and eyes.
Angel’s confusion deepened. What exactly was the effect of this white light bullet?
Before long, the white light disappeared. The female ghost’s face exhibited a bizarre change, half grotesque and half serene. The grotesque side remained in the state of an ghost, with foggy white eyes and bulging veins like twisted roots, while the serene side hinted at the demeanor of a refined lady.
“Could it be that the white light bullet actually turns the ghost back into souls?” Angel’s eyes flashed with surprise, as he had read in books that the fall of a soul was irreversible. Once turned into an ghost, they would never return to being a soul. However, the current situation confused Angel. The female ghost’s face remained unchanged on one side, while the other half displayed the gentleness only present in ordinary souls.
After some thought, Angel whispered: “Who are you?”
As his voice echoed, the initially calm female ghost suddenly changed, half astonished and half malicious.
The female ghost looked around without finding the source of the voice and began to step back.
Fearful now? Angel uttered a sound of surprise and continued: “Do you have consciousness? Do you remember who you are?”
“Do you still remember King Guman?”
The female ghost retreated even more, and a trace of confusion and blankness appeared on the normal half of her face.
“You are the thirteenth daughter of King Guman, framed by the eldest princess to be here. Do you remember?”
The female ghost exclaimed and flew straight into the sky, heading deep into the Black Forest.
She just ran away like that? Angel, who couldn’t fly, was dumbfounded. Even if he wanted to chase, he couldn’t.
“So, was this bullet wasted?” Angel wanted to cry but had no tears. However, there was still some information. At least he discovered that the female ghost seemed to have regained some sanity.
That was because many non-ghost expressions appeared on the normal half of her face: calm, gentle, astonished, frightened, blank, and puzzled. These expressions would never appear on an ghost. Could it be that she was currently in a “half-soul, half-ghost” state?
Angel couldn’t be sure and could only leave it for future study.
After learning from this experience, he couldn’t casually choose a target for future research. At least, he needed to set a range to prevent the target from escaping. Otherwise, a bullet would be wasted.
When the next study would take place, Angel hadn’t decided. However, it wouldn’t be easy to encounter so many ghosts after leaving Black Castle. So he planned to seize this opportunity and collect more white light bullets.
Thus, for the following time, Angel began sweeping away the ghost along the edge of the Black Forest.
The ghosts in the Black Forest began to disappear on a large scale, which obviously couldn’t be hidden from the spies in Black Castle.
Felicia took out a crystal ball, watching Angel’s massive ghost sweeping action with a puzzled expression: “What is he doing?”
Gloria also came closer: “Maybe he’s testing a weapon? This kid indeed has potential. I remember a year ago, he was just an ordinary mortal caught in various schemes. Unexpectedly, a year later, he can face so many ghost.”
“Many official wizards hate dealing with the ghost, but he seems to enjoy it,” Gloria said, watching Angel with a gentle smile.
Felicia didn’t deny Angel’s potential, as she had personally experienced the scene where Angel almost became a “Mysterious Alchemist.” Therefore, she knew that this young man was exceptionally talented.
But for the scene before her, she was still a bit puzzled: “This weapon has a good lethality against the ghost; it seems to be a magic formation with a wide range of damage to the ghost… He must have a very rare enchantment and crafting heritage. However, is it necessary to kill so many ghost to test the weapon?”
Gloria: “This weapon once absorbed half of a Mysterious Soul, so perhaps they want to find out what kind of mysterious effect it has.”
Felicia also thought this might be the case, otherwise it would not explain Angel’s behavior.
Gloria pondered for a moment and said: “Some mysterious items are quite useless, while others, even if only half-complete, possess amazing effects, such as the Soul Bead Creation Plate in the Living Soul Garden. The exact effects of Angel’s revolver are currently unknown, but let’s hope his luck isn’t too bad.”
As Felicia and Gloria were conversing, in a quiet room in the Soul Domain located on the second underground floor of Black Castle, Isabelle slowly opened her eyes.
Hearing Gloria’s words, a hint of sarcasm appeared at the corner of her mouth: “How can mysterious items be useless? They just haven’t been used in the right place.”
With that said, Isabelle’s gaze shifted towards Angel’s position.
She quietly watched Angel slaying the ghost without uttering a word. After a long while, she smiled faintly: “He has done a good deed for Black Castle. I’ve wanted to eliminate the chronic problems for a long time, but as long as the atmosphere within the castle remains unchanged, these issues will never be resolved.”
Isabelle closed her eyes and entered a meditative state again.
Angel continued to kill the ghost for nearly three days, eliminating countless ghost before finally loading all six bullet chambers in the revolver’s cylinder. The six shining white bullets were ready to be unleashed.
Over these three days, Angel had almost traversed the entire area within a hundred miles of Black Castle.
Once he confirmed that killing the ghost no longer caused a white light backlash, Angel put away his gun and prepared to return home.
On his way back, Angel did not see a single ghost, showing how hard he had worked to exterminate them. When passing the cemetery, Angel paused and went down the well to check on Hana.
When he arrived at the cave where Hana was, Angel was taken aback.
Hana was sitting quietly at her desk reading a book. The reason for his surprise was that the layout of Hana’s room had changed. The original bed had been dismantled, with the wood set aside as if she wanted to make something else.
Her current bed had become a hammock hanging in the center of the room.
In addition, he noticed that Hana’s dress had also changed. Although it was still a light yellow dress, there were many tiny flowers added to the hem. Angel saw the scissors on the table and the shredded quilt, and his eyes revealed understanding.
It seemed that Hana was not willing to be idle here and had taken up handicrafts.
After thinking about it, Angel created another illusion, filled to the brim with many virtual materials such as wood panels, paper pieces, threads, and cloth. Angel placed this illusion parallel to the window, hidden but still discoverable with careful observation.
After completing all of this, Angel did not disturb Hana and quietly turned around to leave.
On the way back, a smile appeared at the corner of Angel’s mouth. He had initially left a fantasy realm for Hana to console her, but he didn’t expect it could be used in such a way.
If the illusion realm could reflect the real properties of materials, he could even practice drawing magic formations and alchemy in the realm without wasting materials. Unfortunately, even if he endowed materials in the illusion realm with special properties, it would be nothing more than wishful thinking, without any real logic, and thus useless. However, using the illusion realm for practicing painting or ordinary crafting techniques was no problem.
When Angel returned to Black Castle, he found Gloria and Felicia both in the hall.
As he entered the hall, he was somewhat apprehensive, fearing that Felicia would bring up the events of that day and ask about the stitched woman. To his surprise, however, Felicia only greeted him with a smile and did not ask anything else.
Gloria, on the other hand, beckoned to him with a beaming smile: “Angel, come and sit down.”
Angel noticed that Gloria’s expression was not one of innocence and naivety but of mature charm. He tentatively called out: “Lady Gloria?”
Seeing Angel’s cautious demeanor, Gloria couldn’t help but laugh: “It’s really me. The other girl is in a deep sleep.”
The other girl? Angel was taken aback, feeling as if he had come to know some crucial information.
He walked over and sat on the couch opposite Gloria.
“I found a very special feather on Toby…”
Chapter 415 Prelude of Reincarnation <TOC> Chapter 417 Promise Fulfillment