"Here, baby Charles, come and try this, I remember your favorite to eat this."

……

Overworld, inside the Cranston Manor Restaurant.

At the dining table, seeing his wife's attentive appearance, the fat earl on the throne coughed dryly: "Don't let him eat meat, Charles has been unwell recently, and he is not suitable for eating meat." ”

"Really?" The fat lady blinked at her husband and then turned to look at Charles, a little confused, but didn't say anything, but smiled and withdrew a plate of roasted bacon that had been placed in front of Charles.

As a housewife, Mrs. Cranston didn't know much about spellcasters, and in fact, there were quite a few nobles like her in Turin.

For example, before Charles entered this class, he didn't understand all this.

Alan on the side didn't seem to understand this, but in the face of the inexplicable weird atmosphere at the table, he didn't dare to say anything, but lowered his head and ate himself.

Charles was helpless.

The so-called shock period has long passed, and he doesn't know how much time has passed, and he doesn't have anything to say at the moment.

However, he didn't say anything, but thanked the stepmother and began to drink water by himself.

After the first breakfast on the Overworld was quiet, his brother Alan was ready to go to the Royal Academy, and Mrs. Clungston began to prepare for a new day of friends.

The fat earl was also dressed up and officially started a new day's work, but before leaving, he took a deep look at Charles.

Some of the other party's remarks at the table just now could not be ignored by him.

But Charles only shrugged his shoulders.

He had just deliberately said something that alerted the other party, as a counterattack to this cheap father's trickery last night, and it was also another temptation.

"Blame it on your hug yesterday." Muttering, Charles turned and walked upstairs, frowning as he went.

What he said yesterday still haunted him, but when asked, the "cheap father" never said it, which made Charles feel helpless.

"But it doesn't look like I'm being adopted or something."

Pondering, he pushed open the bedroom door and went to the window to look at the departing Earl of Cranston below.

"And it seems to care?" Thinking about this, he was a little puzzled.

Since he has a certain feeling, why did he go to Pita City to be a bait?

"So reassuring that the obscene old man can keep me safe?"

……

These things are confusing, and the newly acquired abilities only show certain things that the other person is doing or has done, and not related to themselves.

But Charles didn't think much of it, and as he sat down in the chair in front of his bedroom window, he began to think about his shuttle door.

"The meteorite was sacrificed by me, and it didn't really happen that the world was touched, so that thing is in place?"

"Looks like I should have gone in and checked it out sooner."

"Anyway, when I left, the ground was about to collapse."

Thinking of this, he hurriedly got up and walked to the bedside table, opened the drawer and saw the crystal necklace inside.

Charles breathed a sigh of relief.

The necklace was given to him by Archbishop Feligi after he was promoted to the ring, in order to hide the peculiar aura on him.

It's just that Charles didn't wear it to enter the shuttle door when he came to the manor, because he was afraid that there would be any tracking spells in it—although the True Eye didn't have any hints, he couldn't guarantee that it wouldn't.

"But now I have to wear it in."

Muttering, he casually hung the necklace around his neck, and then began to think again.

There is a space transfer spell attached to this chain, so even if there is a danger of collapse in it, Charles is not afraid of being buried alive.

"But how do you explain that the chain is crushed? After all, I've been carrying it with me in the manor, and I've not encountered any danger......"

Pondering, he picked up a book on the edge of the window and began to look through it absentmindedly.

The arrangements of the church, the words and secrets of the fat count, and the circumstances he was facing at the moment were not as attentive to the Shuttling Gate as Charles was.

That's the foundation of your own life, and everything else is secondary.

After all, this involves the secret that you have traversed, and if you want to find a way out of it, you can only put your mind on it.

……

Time passed, and there was no sound in the bedroom except for the sound of a book, during which the old butler passed by once, knocked on the door, and noticed that Charles had not said anything after reading quietly.

Occasionally, the servants would pass by the door, or make a noise while cleaning, but they didn't bother him.

His cheap stepmother, who had been quite attentive in the morning, went out in a carriage shortly afterwards, without even saying hello, which Charles had not expected.

The way it looks in the morning is just for show.

It was noon, and he and many servants were the only ones in the manor.

It was not until the afternoon that Mrs. Cranston returned in a carriage, and soon after, Charles's cheap brother returned from school to the estate.

……

There is a unique gloom in the greenery of the lawn outside the window, and the breeze in front of the window is gentle and continuous. The features speak silently of the end of summer and the onset of autumn, with security guards patrolling repeatedly and gardeners working on the lawn.

Everything seemed busy and uneventful, and Charles sat in a chair in front of the window and watched it all, suddenly feeling a sense of leisure.

"It's a pity that this life is not for me."

Muttering, he looked down, and the attribute table came into view.

……

[Your name: Charles. Cranston】

[Your age: 16]

【Your Health Status: Energetic】

[Your Life Level: The Second Ring]

【Your Spiritual Level: Black Iron Throne】

【Your Talents: True Eye, Child of the Sun, Lord of the Long Night, Walking Destiny】

[Skills you have mastered: Necromancy, Holy Light, Fire, Magical Rituals, Item Crafting]

[The shuttle door has been charged, and the remaining time is currently 0:03 in 1 day]

……

Staring at his current state, Charles muttered silently.

The three disguise spells and the mark of the seven gods were transformed into another talent under the mixed devouring of the unknown power.

A talent that seems a little unclear.

[Walking Destiny: Fate opens three doors for you, a past, a present, and a future]

……

[Trait 1: You can grab the target's current fate by touching to form a card, and you can also use the card instead of the target's spiritual medium to achieve curses or other spell casting]

……

[Trait 2: Combining the psychic talent, you can weave the target soul body into a psychic card, and seal a spell inside the card at the same time]

……

[Trait 3: No one can see your spirit for what it really is]

……

[Trait 4: You are immune to any prophecy and fate, and you cannot be detected by probe and tracking spells]

……

[Trait 5: Spirit-specific spells such as Oath Retaliation, Curse, and Snatch will be automatically transferred to your Wraith Ring until your stored resentment is exhausted]

……

[Trait 6: You can be vaguely aware of your own fate]

……

Watching all this, Charles fell into deep thought.

He had already tried the so-called grasping fate before, and he was not aware of the ability of psychic cards, but as he watched, the use of this ability came to mind.

The latter traits were basically inherited from the three disguise spells, but they could have been more refined. And the nature of immune tracking and probing made him grin.

But when Charles looked at the fifth trait, he forgot about it for the time being.

"Can it be recharged?" After a few thoughtful glances, Charles finally withdrew his gaze to look at the second talent he had acquired after making the cut.

……

[Master of the Long Night: Under the cover of darkness, all you can bring is cold and death]

……

[Trait 1: You can freeze the target's body and mind by gazing, and the specific effect depends on the spirituality of both parties]

……

[Feature 2: Under the cover of darkness, you can directly release the spell related to revival of the necromancy, without the need for a spell secret text]

……

[Trait 3: You can summon the Long Night]

……

Compared to the previous one, the Long Night Domination talent trait is relatively short, but this is normal, and Charles is not surprised.

The first trait gives him an additional, stealthy attack, which is not known to be effective, but it shouldn't be bad.

The second is tantamount to simplifying some of his spells.

There are currently two types of resurrection that he can perform, one is bone resuscitation, and the other is corpse resuscitation.

"What does that mean?"

Pondering, he looked at the last one.

"Summoning the Long Night?" Staring at it for a few moments, Charles frowned.

It suddenly occurred to him that the Sun Child talent he had acquired not long ago had the disadvantage of not being able to be approached by the necromancer, and as a result, this matching ability popped up right now.

"Destiny ......" chewed on these two words, and it was hard for Charles not to think of something.

How exactly did these changes come about?

He thought of the card first—when he advanced to the Church Space, he didn't end up getting the Sun God's Flame Medal.

It's a deck of gold-edged cards.

"So...... Destiny cards? ”

"Why am I activating it? Because of that thread of fate? ”

"Why did you bring the Sun God's medal with you?"

All this is like a fog, hazy and unreal. Eventually, Charles shook his head, stopped thinking about the questions he couldn't figure out, and took a deep breath.

Standing up from his seat, Charles stepped out of the window, clutching the crystal necklace in his hand, and began to call for the shuttle door in his mind.

Experiment with talents, learn new spells, and most importantly, get the world real.

All of this needed to be done in the world behind the door, and he was already a little impatient to wait.