May 15th

Today is a gathering of our religion department, and I am ashamed of the achievements of my classmates, many of whom already have a decent career, and I still rely on the help of Infinita, a good girl with countless good qualities, and I look forward to the further development of our relationship.

May 16th

Ronan approached me, and he was very sympathetic to my religious views at yesterday's meeting, and offered to help me find a job in religion, and he was a zealous gentleman, and I gladly agreed.

May 18th

Through Ronan's introduction, I met the mysterious being, they praised my academic qualifications, which made me very happy, we exchanged religions, and he warmly invited me to join, but I still need to think about it, after all, joining a religious organization without any official documents is legally forbidden, but it will improve my knowledge of religion, I am sure of this.

......

June 13th

I noticed that Infinita was meeting the man with no shame again, and this was the fifth time this month, even if it was between us...... It was intolerable and I was outraged, but I had more important things to do.

......

June 22nd

We had an argument, was it me thinking too much?

June 23rd

Will I change my destiny when I am rewarded? I'm not sure, but no matter what, I want to gain strength, and I won't allow anyone to trample on my dignity, absolutely not!

......

The middle of the diary, which was spread out on the table, had been torn out so many pages that the whole diary looked a little irregular, and Donald, who was watching the diary, did not know when he was already lying on the table unconscious.

His physical strength was not as good as he had imagined, and the repeated shocks of reality and the extreme mental exertion caused him to fall asleep while reading his notes.

**

The body seems to be thrown into a bottomless pit, falling and falling again until vaguely discernible images begin to appear around it.

A log table half a meter in diameter, with three people sitting around it, the perspective is somewhere next to it, and a discussion is going on a round table.

"Donald, this is our chance to change our fate, as long as you nod your head, our plan can go smoothly, and we will be rewarded like never before!"

On the round table, a young man with puffy eye bubbles and a collapsed nose that looked really unflattering was excitedly saying something to the young man opposite who had been bowing his head.

Is that "me"?

Is this Donald's dream, and what "I" once experienced?

Some of the impressive memory fragments did not disappear completely, but simply reappeared in their sleep in the form of dreams.

"Ronan, I want to think again, this kind of thing is not legal, if something happens......"

"I" called him Ronan, and this is the person who introduced "I" to the cult.

Make a note of what he looks like and make sure you recognize him the next time you see him.

"You should not hesitate, you are a follower of the Lord, this is a sign of your lack of faith, Donald, you have to make a choice at once, against the will of the Lord, you should know what the punishment will be. ”

The man sitting on the right spoke in a low tone with a silent intimidation, and since he had his back to Donald, he had to change positions in order to see his appearance, and the perspective began to change as the mind moved.

However, at the moment when he was about to see the other party's face, "I", who had been keeping his head down, suddenly turned his head, and the pair of black bloody pupils stared at Donald deadly, with a hideous face and clenched teeth.

"I" am angry...... Fury!

That's not "me"!

**

"Ahh

Awakened, Donald jerked backwards, his knee hitting the table with a dull thud, and pain ensued.

The next second, Donald felt a deep horror, that furious face, he didn't expect that he would have that kind of expression in the mirror, which looked quiet and gentle.

I pushed back my chair and looked at the pocket watch on the table, and at 3 o'clock in the morning, it was dark outside the window in front of the desk, and it was the darkest time before dawn......

Staring at the notes on the table for a while, picking up the pen beside him, he was going to write down some of the contents of last night and the dream, his mind was confused now, and concentrating these clues on the paper would allow him to judge better.

The words in the diary in front of him are the words of this world, but the words written on the tip of the pen are the square words of the previous life, which Donald did on purpose, he wants to make sure that no one but himself knows the contents.

Being in a foreign land, it is indispensable to guard against others.

Diary Messages: Infinita's Receiving (since they are husband and wife, why do you use the word Help?), Ronan's referral (cult believer?), illegal church organization (cult), Infinita's frequent meetings with a certain man (Lao Wang?), more important things (the subsequent diary was torn up, this should have happened between June 13th and June 22nd), and the reward of strength (the demon slaying ritual that killed "me"?)

Dream Message: Ronan's instigation, oppression by unknown characters (what they are asking for is probably the more important thing).

Make a list of the information, and then you'll find out the key to it.

If Donald wants to survive in this world, he has to figure out a few things, such as the nature of a cult.

The predecessor participated in this organization, and generally speaking, this kind of underground association, which is not accepted by the law, is difficult to get in, and even more difficult to get out!

In order to ensure their own secrecy, it is simply easy for the cult to do some harm to those who try to leave the sect, after all, as long as the government and the orthodox sect find out, they will be devastated in the shortest possible time.

Yes, through the books on the table, Donald knew that the sects in this world were extremely powerful, and there were no less than twenty regular sects in the entire Ryan Empire.

Most of these sects have their own parishes, which are scattered throughout the Lane Empire.

The believers in the major sects and sects are even higher than the princes and nobles, down to the low-level commoners, covering almost the entire social class.

It can be said that believers are the foundation of every denomination, and those who hide in the shadows and do some sneaky things all day long to attract believers, and are unwilling to assume social responsibility, the government and orthodox sects naturally hate them.

"We must find a way to get out of this cult ......"

Donald wanted to have a normal life, this was what he had to do, he didn't want to die in a cult ritual for no reason, let alone die in the encirclement of the orthodox sect, the Inquisition mentioned in the book was really not a good place.

It's just that at present, his cognition of this cult is only stuck in the memory fragments of diaries and dreams, and everything can only be explored slowly.

Putting this aside for the time being, Donald is still facing an extremely serious problem, that is, changes in his body.

Did you really make a pact with the demon and gain some kind of power?

Thinking of this, Donald couldn't help but recall his situation in the alley last night, and he saw the gray mist above the heads of the two murderers and the blood streaks in them, and in the follow-up, they burst out with the power to control their movements.

If I could use this power, would it help me in my next steps?

The depressed mood is inexplicably a little lifted, as a traverser, if there is anything else that can make him feel safe in this world, it is only this power that does not know the source.

At least not for nothing, is it?

For the time being, I haven't found any problems with using this power other than physical fatigue, Donald is not pedantic, and in order to survive, he doesn't mind trying something he has never been exposed to.

Taking a deep breath and laying his hands flat on the table, Donald prepared to try, remembering that he had seen a movie in which the main character was a skeleton that could drive a motorcycle, and it seemed that they had made a deal with a demon and gained power.

How about learning from our predecessors?

"Ahem, huh...... I now imagine myself communicating with the fire elementals, condensing them in my hands...... Why don't you smoke it?"

Wind elemental, thunder elemental, water elemental...... After trying it all over, none of those legendary elemental energies responded to Donald.

Looking at the unresponsive palm, Donald fell into depression again, twisting his wrist helplessly, his eyes casually scanning the desktop, and then stopped on the pen.

If elemental energy does not react, then what about pure spiritual power?

Pointing his finger to the middle of the pen, his mind kept imagining what the pen would look like when it stood up, and the next moment Donald noticed a change in his body, and there was a strange feeling in the center of his eyebrows, as if his mind had suddenly become something invisible, but real, that was extending from his fingertips.

You have to compare it with something...... It is similar to the shape of the water flow.

Well, this is not to say that Donald's brain is flooded, but his mental power or mental power extends to the outside of the body in an invisible state of water flow, and the amount is not much, it is about the flow of water from the outlet of the needle after the needle is removed, and the finger is the outlet medium.

I can't say how powerful this telekinesis was, but it did, and after a few seconds, the outline of the pen was felt in Donald's mind.

The position of the fingers remained the same, first the trembling of the nib, then the swing of the entire pen, and the pen was successfully erected under Donald's surprised gaze......

"Awesome...... Am I a superpower?"

The euphoria caused Donald to forget about his current predicament for a moment, and the distraction caused his mental power to immediately lose control.

Then came a feeling of exhaustion, much more relaxed than in the aisle, but still made Donald feel a pang in his chest.

The exhaustion of just standing a pen was a superpower that caught Donald off guard.

After resting for a while, Donald decided to try again, this time with the goal of floating, and he was looking for something a little lighter.

Dark red beads.

However, this time the situation was something that Donald never expected, when his spiritual power came into contact with the dark red bead, the bead seemed to be activated, and began to emit a light red mist, which did not dissipate, but attached to Donald's spiritual power.

"No, it doesn't belong to you!!"

Donald hung his head suddenly, his expression was familiar and hideous, his scarlet pupils reappeared, and what came out of his mouth was extremely obscure.