Chapter 680 The Milk Fruit Tree <TOC> Chapter 682 Half-Faced Ghost
Translator: SumTLMan
Carrying a bucket of pale golden milk, Angel returned to his bedroom. Though he appeared serious on his way, he was already excited inside. Just smelling it stirred his emotions, and he couldn’t imagine how delicious it would taste!
This was entry-level milk!
After locking the door, Angel’s expression management finally went offline, and a smile spread across his face.
Humming a tune, Angel took a big gulp of the sap from the Milk Fruit Tree, his face immediately showing happiness. As expected, it was a high-quality product with a rich taste, its only drawback being the lack of sweetness.
Drinking the milk, Angel took out a notebook from his bracelet.
The first half of the notebook was already filled with densely written text, composed of square Chinese characters. This was Angel’s own notebook, detailing his goals and plans after entering the Wizarding World.
Angel quickly wrote a new plan in the notebook.
Earlier, Sanders had teased him that if he didn’t like the look of the crystal ball communicator, he should craft his own. Angel hadn’t responded at the time, but he did have some ideas. For example, some concepts from Earth’s communication devices seemed quite good. However, these ideas were just fragmented concepts, and integration was needed for them to be truly realized.
He had a lot on his plate at the moment, such as preparing to return home, so he simply recorded these ideas in the notebook to be implemented one by one when he had more time.
After writing down the general idea for this plan, Angel carefully read through it to ensure its accuracy. Then, he gently touched the textured surface of the text and slowly flipped the pages of the notebook forward.
Every page was filled with Chinese characters.
At first, Angel naively thought that using Chinese characters could keep his writings secret. However, after the incident in the Purification Garden, he learned that the Wizarding World had spells for “language analysis” and “linguistic comprehension” that could decipher any logically organized and patterned ideograms, pictograms, or phonograms.
Like the “Eye of Nalda,” these two spells required deep knowledge and insight, and most wizard apprentices couldn’t master them. Once learned, however, and with enough accumulated experience and insight, even texts with energy attributes could be perfectly deciphered.
So, Angel’s dream of hiding something with Chinese characters was basically wishful thinking.
Nevertheless, he persisted in writing Chinese characters because they looked beautiful, and he didn’t want to disappoint his mentor, Jon.
Soon, Angel flipped to the first few pages of the notebook.
At the top of this page, a neat line of text read: “Testing the White Light Bullet of the Prelude of Reincarnation.”
Angel added today’s date to the line and then closed the notebook and placed it in his bracelet.
He knew that his test report might not be as rigorous as it should be, but he was learning and gradually approaching the actions of a true knowledge wizard, including documentation.
Angel happily sipped the milk in the cup, then stuck out his tongue, licked the milk around his lips, tidied up his clothes, left the bedroom and found Butler Goode, asking him to arrange a black shadow servant to help him record and guard the experiment process.
After a while, a familiar pattern mask appeared in front of him.
“Master Pat, number 233 at your service.” The black shadow servant knelt on one leg, and a clear voice came from under the mask.
“I didn’t expect it to be you again.” Angel knew only three familiar black shadow servants on Phantom Island; one was Goode, one was Wimbledon, and the other was number 233.
Angel had quite a good impression of number 233. After all, it was 233 who helped him fight several levels in Sky Tower.
“Let’s go to the underground laboratory.” Angel didn’t choose to go to the Flowing Source this time, as the test subject was a ghost, not an easy existence to deal with. In case the experiment went out of control, he could always ask for help from Sanders or Gloria on Phantom Island.
Originally, he needed to apply to Sanders for the use of the underground laboratory, but not long ago, Sanders had handed over the operation authority of Phantom Island to Angel, so he could make his own decisions on such matters.
Angel arrived at the enclosed experiment site, which had the highest level of protection among all the laboratories. On the way, he explained the general process of the experiment and then said to 233, “What you need to do is help me record the changes of the ghost throughout the experiment.”
At this point, Angel recalled the ghost he had shot with a white light bullet in Black Castle. If ghosts would change under the white light bullet, that ghost should have already completed the change. He wondered if that ghost had really regained its sanity. Angel remembered that she seemed to be the thirteenth daughter of King Guman.
233 nodded, “No problem, please rest assured, Master Pat. This job is much easier than my previous ones.”
“Easy? If the ghost changes, you’ll be the first target of the attack.”
233 shrugged, “Don’t worry, I can handle ghosts.”
Angel could see that 233 was quite capable and asked curiously, “If you don’t mind me asking, what was your previous job?”
“My talent is shape-shifting, so I can change my appearance and size. So tasks like running errands, delivering messages, or reconnaissance are my responsibilities.” 233 explained honestly.
“I see.” Angel always knew that the black shadow servants on Phantom Island had clear divisions of labor, but he had never delved into the specifics. However, from 233’s answer, he could see the division of labor.
Angel had already planned the experiment process.
All he needed to do was follow the plan step by step. However, before the experiment, he needed to carve a soul-repelling spell rune inside the laboratory to prevent the ghost from escaping through the walls.
This spell rune is not difficult, and Angel can complete it independently. In fact, at his current level of enchanting, he can complete most of the spell runes on his own. He might only need holographic projection as assistance when it comes to complex magic formations.
While Angel was crafting the spell rune, he had 233 change into his image and went to the Resource Allocation Hall to exchange for a new communicator. Although he didn’t care much about this communicator, he could only temporarily use it to record videos since the holographic tablet couldn’t be exposed.
By the time 233 returned to the underground laboratory with the crystal ball-like communicator, Angel had already completed the spell rune and released a unit of the ghost.
This was a male ghost, with gray and tattered clothes. His sclera and pupils were pale, and the veins around his eyes were bulging, giving him a strange and ferocious expression. From a human perspective, this ghost was extremely terrifying.
But Angel had seen countless ghosts in Black Castle, of all shapes and sizes. With his extensive experience with ghosts, he found this male ghost to be somewhat… weak.
Physically weak and sickly.
Was he a very weak person when he was alive?
Even now, as a ghost, Angel wasn’t terrified when he saw the ghost screaming and roaring in the sealed laboratory. When 233 returned, he even faintly heard Angel muttering, “Your voice is too weak, be louder. Your movements are too slow, don’t bring your bad habits from life into death…”
233: “…” His new master seemed a bit unusual.
“You’re back, just in time. Point the communicator at the sealed laboratory and prepare to record,” Angel said, taking out the Prelude of Reincarnation from his bracelet.
The six bullets in the magazine were flashing with a faint white light.
Angel took a deep breath. These six bullets were hard to come by… To grow a white light bullet in the magazine, he needed to kill at least 2,000 ghosts. Back then, Angel was able to fill the magazine of the Prelude of Reincarnation in Black Castle because there were countless ghosts there.
But after leaving Black Castle, replenishing bullets had become an extremely difficult task.
So, he cherished each bullet and hoped that this white light bullet wouldn’t disappoint him…
After all, it was a half-step Mysterious Object. It shouldn’t be too weak, right? Back then, the half-step Mysterious Object in the Living Soul Garden could craft Soul Beads, comparable to a Mysterious Object!
With high hopes, Angel stepped into the sealed laboratory.
He raised his gun, aiming it at the ghost that was roaring at him.
Without using the power of the “Prelude of Death” magic formation, simply using the bullets in the magazine as a means of attack.
With a bang—
Numerous tendrils shining with white light grew from the barrel, waving non-stop, looking like a ferocious beast with bared fangs and claws. Then, the tendrils’ light shrank into a restrained state and gathered into a bullet resembling a meteor. Dragging a long white tail, it vanished into the ghost’s chest in the blink of an eye.
After confirming that the bullet hit the ghost, Angel withdrew from the sealed laboratory without hesitation, locked the door, and activated protective measures. Then, Angel and 233 went to the high platform and looked down through the transparent glass, observing the situation in the laboratory.
The male ghost who was shot just let out a scream at first and then collapsed to the ground.
It didn’t disappear after being hit by the bullet but kept rolling and wailing on the floor.
While observing its condition, Angel was also detecting the changes in energy within the laboratory.
The energy within the ghost was too obscure, full of negative and chaotic energy. After the white light bullet entered its body, Angel noticed that the negative energy in the laboratory began to increase rapidly. But in an instant, a situation of rapid decline appeared.
It was extremely bizarre, rising and falling.
Angel observed while using a Magic Hand, multitasking to record everything in front of them.
The ghost’s expression became more and more insane and increasingly hideous. The roar even penetrated the walls of the sealed laboratory.
Chapter 680 The Milk Fruit Tree <TOC> Chapter 682 Half-Faced Ghost