Smith finished his day's school and returned home to begin his routine prayers and calls.

The last time he was suddenly summoned to a nameless desert island to fight the scale people, he realized that he was still too weak.

As a result, he increased his daily workout time.

After persevering, Smith found that his body was much stronger, with more vague muscle outlines, and even the girls in school had a much higher rate of turning heads.

Physical training was only one aspect, and he was even more pleased that after the last time, he had mastered the spell more deeply.

At this time, he can even detect his own spiritual power, which must be much stronger than ordinary people.

He had tried, and with just his eyes, he could scare off a few vicious dogs.

And the name that he cared about a little - 'Nikolaia' did not bring any trouble to his life.

Maybe it's the blessing of the lost god, or maybe he's too weak to call the god's name unless it's in a special environment like a desert island, and it won't bring much response.

Fang Immortal can call for success, and his own personality is the key. And, in Nikolaia's own dreams.

Of course, even so, Smith did not dare to recite that terrible name.

He ate his dinner, went back to his room, and began to think.

On a piece of paper, write down your goals for this period of time.

'Daily workout – done!' ’

'Pray every day – done!' ’

'Exposure to the supernatural——??? ’

"I need to get in touch with that circle and understand some basics, otherwise it's easy to make the mistakes of that island!" Smith muttered to himself, "Maybe there is a special authority on the police department, but I can't gamble my safety on their tolerance...... Gangsters may have access to this dark side, but it's too dangerous...... My best bet is actually my comrades from last time, such as Vivien, and the man...... Unfortunately, the situation was urgent at that time, and no contact information was left. ”

Out of the same faith, he felt for a moment that those people could be trusted.

At this time, he deeply felt the inconvenience of contact: "Lost God...... Even if you are asleep, you can answer the prayers of the humble disciples, please let us have our own channels of contact......"

……

Vivien's arms were bandaged, and she looked out the window with a sad face.

That dream was very strange, the injuries received inside were actually brought to the outside world!

At that time, she stabbed herself in the arm in order to cast the 'Bird with Broken Wings' spell, and had to make up a lie that the mirror was shattered, so she could barely get through.

However, he was also sent to the hospital for treatment by his frightened parents, and his range of activities was greatly restricted.

'Supernatural powers, indeed, intoxicating...... It's just that...... Do you have to pay a price? ’

The girl's elegant eyes suddenly became a little confused.

……

In the middle of a dense forest.

Mickey trudged through the rotting mire, tall and thin, grim-looking, and dressed in a hunter's outfit.

In fact, he is indeed a 'hunter', a mercenary from the dark realm, who is responsible for solving problems for his employer that are inconvenient for the public.

Due to his professional affiliation, the profession was still occasionally exposed to some occult cases, so he probably knew the most about the occult among his followers, but only about it.

The door of inhumanity is not so easy to open.

Therefore, after receiving a few words from the 'Lost God', he will be ecstatic and devote himself to it.

"I have mastered the immortal poems, and the next thing is the bird with broken wings!"

Mitch muttered, suddenly narrowing his eyes: "Pain...... Why sacrifice my own suffering, not the suffering of others? This requires a test ......"

He sensed the approach of many turquoise and blue eyes in the dense forest, and they were wolves!

"That's you!"

Mickey laughed cruelly and recited the immortal poem.

In the low and hoarse incantation, the inexplicable mental pressure was released.

One after another, wild wolves fell, turning from hunters into prey.

The next scene that happened was also the law of the jungle in nature, but the position was reversed.

"I ...... I'm going to get my revenge. Great Lost God, please bless me...... As long as I succeed in revenge, my soul, my life, is yours. ”

After a long time, Mickey wiped the blood from his hands and walked out of the forest.

……

Unnamed island.

Fang Xian, who had already noticed several waves of 'censorship', had an expressionless face and returned to the dormitory.

In his ears, there were already a large number of believers' praying, the kind with pictures attached to them, who could understand the prayers of any believer.

This is incidental to the sixth-level person of the alchemist, but I can only use it superficially...... As for proactive response? Or even God? I'm a fake, I don't have the power to ......

Fang Xian shook his head and ignored it.

'Believers need guidance, and lost gods need to be forced...... It seems that it is still Droka who has left and become a god and a pope? Don't...... I'm a little tired of this set......

The Secret Castle has recently been loosened on the outside and on the inside, and it is said that several legendary investigators have returned.

It was also impossible for Fang Immortal to directly deduce any evil witchcraft in the room.

All he could do was silently sort out all kinds of knowledge in his mind.

Among them, the fruits of the last stage of Hopskin's life are the most precious.

It was the forbidden knowledge that Fang Xian named 'Hopskin King's Divine Technique'.

In addition, among the other three canons, Fang Xian was also given a lot of inspiration, such as the imprint technology in "The Old Seal of Blood", which can be combined with the spiritual steel seal invented by Hopskin, and become the best fortress to defend the sanity of ordinary people.

In addition, his knowledge of the Wild Hunt Throne allowed Fang Immortal to make better use of the Wind Chasing Sign, summon invisible monsters, and even order them to do some complicated things.

As for the "Black Emperor Nine Xuan Canon", not to mention, the worm hymn must be greatly enriched, and the chapters contained in it are far more than that.

At least in terms of secret medicine, Fang Xian felt that as long as he studied for a while, he could definitely surpass most investigators.

The secrets that the Secret Keeper Headquarters painstakingly wanted to protect seemed to him to be completely gone.

At that moment, there was a knock on the door.

Fang Xian got up, opened the door, and saw Eric.

"Roca...... I...... I want to tell you something. ”

Eric said uneasily, his eyes a little evasive.

It's something that I feel guilty about, but not to me, and I want to confide in. ’

Fang Xian smiled slightly in his heart, accurately grasped this guy's psychology, and got out of the way: "Come in and say ......"

"The new instructor approached me and said that I had a talent for psychology and the potential to become a 'blood therapist', and she wanted me to stay at the headquarters to study...... After the training. ”

Eric said in a tangled voice: "This ...... Isn't that a betrayal of the Division? ”