"Sure enough, no matter where I sleep, I'll wake up here." Lumien rolled out of bed, glanced at the "Death Knife" placed next to him, no, "Fallen Mercury", and walked to the window in the faint gray mist.

He propped his hands on his desk and set his eyes on the blood-colored "mountain".

At the top of the "peak", the fog was thick and layered, completely covering the three-headed and six-armed "giant".

"The last time I just looked at it, it made me close to losing control, and if I had to face it later, I really don't know what to do......," Lumian sighed with annoyance.

He didn't get into this mood for long, and quickly broke free, because he still had a lot of things to do.

Lumian danced the dance that seduced the strange creatures in his bedroom, letting the spirituality creep out in a frenzied, twisted posture and rhythm, combining the pried forces of nature to "broadcast" in an unspecified direction.

It wasn't long before he sensed something approaching, and saw the transparent and blurry figures of mouthpiece monsters, shotgun monsters, and skinless monsters reflected in the glass window.

Lumian was not in a hurry, and following the dance movements, he pulled out the ceremonial silver dagger and stabbed the back of his left hand.

A drop of bright red blood spilled out, pulled by the power of spirit and nature into a bead and embedded in the surface of the skin.

The three figures all moved, but none of them dared to enter Lumian's house and attach themselves to him.

Lumian spun half a circle, raised his left hand, stepped on his foot and shouted:

"Me!"

He spoke in Old Hermes, and the room seemed to shake slightly, and the faint gray mist that filled the room rippled slightly.

Lumian used the ceremonial silver dagger to pick up the drop of blood and pointed it at the mouthpart monster:

"Command you!"

"To me!"

It's still ancient Hermes, and the invisible wind is faintly blowing.

The transparent and blurry figure of the mouthpiece monster then trembled obviously, as if it was lifted up by the invisible man and shook vigorously.

Just as Lumian made one last move, thinking it wouldn't have any effect, the mouthpiece monster flew into the house and landed on the ceremonial silver dagger, devouring the drop of bright red blood.

Then, with a violent shake, the silver dagger burrowed into Lumian's body.

Lumien opened his mouth involuntarily, and all that echoed in his mind were thoughts such as "so hungry, so hungry, so hungry, so hungry".

He hurriedly turned to the side and looked at the full-length mirror on the closet, only to see that his face was pale and dyed blue, and his mouth was wide open like a dead corpse better than a living person.

It worked...... Lumien was so happy that he looked at himself in the mirror as if he were looking at a stranger.

It's really a little strange.

Fighting back his intense hunger, he tried to sense the monster that possessed his mouthparts.

It was like he had an extra brain, and most of the area was filled with hunger, bloodthirsty, madness, and other thoughts, and a few places had some remnants of instinct that used his own characteristics.

And Lumian can amplify one of these instincts with his will and spirituality, which is equivalent to using a certain trait or ability of a mouthpiece monster.

Without hesitation, Lumian chose "stealth".

The next second, he saw that he was missing from the full-length mirror.

Everything from the body to the clothing to the ceremonial silver dagger was gone.

Lumian walked back and forth a few steps, but found no trace in the mirror or glass.

Of course, his footprints, his scent, did not disappear.

Lumi planted the silver dagger that Aurel had given him, raised his arms, and threw a few punches forward.

The full-length mirror still didn't show him in the thumping sound, until Lumian threw a real fist at the mirror.

When the fist landed on the surface of the mirror, his figure was instantly outlined, his face was white and blue, and his eyes were quite vicious.

"Magical...... No matter how I tossed myself, the stealth effect is there, but it can't be muted, but as long as I attack the mirror, the stealth can't be maintained...... I used to think that it was Aurel's optical stealth, but now it seems that there should be an occult factor...... To attack something means to establish some kind of connection with it, to no longer be invisible in its eyes?" Lumian let his right fist hover over the mirror.

After confirming the effects and limitations of "stealth", he could no longer overcome the intense hunger, and kicked downstairs into the cellar to find two steaks.

If it weren't for the fact that he was still sane, he would have gnawed directly on the dark flesh when he saw it.

Thinking that he had to fry the steak at least three times before he had a fire, Lumian gave up on the ingredient and opted for the cheese he stocked at home.

He didn't care at all whether it was clean or not, whether it was good or not, like a ghost dying of hunger, constantly stuffing food into his mouth.

After eating several pieces of cut cheese in a row, Lumian finally suppressed the intense hunger pang.

"Looks like that's the negative effect of the mouthpiece monster......" he carefully assessed, "Fortunately, I can still control it."

His own body has not completely lost his mind...... The guy does have an obsession for revenge, but he's overwhelmed by more exaggerated fear...... If I were to say 'leave now' in the Old Hermetic language, it would definitely run faster than anything else......"

At this point, Lumian is fully convinced that the negative effects of possession of the mouthpiece monster are acceptable, and that invisibility "will be a great weapon for him to explore and fight in the Dream Ruins in the future."

This, combined with "Fallen Mercury", made him feel that his combat ability had more than doubled.

Lumian returned to the table, pulled out a chair and sat down, patiently waiting for the possession to end.

It didn't take long for him to run out of spiritual energy.

He didn't squeeze himself, got up, and did a few crazy-looking moves.

This is the same as the dance to attract monsters, and the effect is to let the possessed thing leave.

Without Lumian's command in Ancient Hermes, the vague and transparent figure of the mouthpiece monster flew out and disappeared into the glass window on the first floor without looking back.

"Don't run so fast, you're acting like I have a." Lumian couldn't help but laugh at himself.

He preliminarily confirmed that his spirit could maintain the possession state for about three minutes, and once it was "invisible", the consumption rate would be doubled.

Of course, this is just a normal situation, when encountering danger, Lumian can still squeeze his own potential to maintain the possession state for a longer time, but that is also easy to bring out of control, can not do it or try not to do it.

Although the mouthpart monster was gone, Lumian still had that hunger, so he lit the stove and fried the steak until it was seven ripe.

Then he picked up his knife and fork, and with a swift motion, he cut, forked, and put it in his mouth, only to feel that the juice locked in the meat was so delicious.

In less than ten minutes, Lumian had finished eating two steaks and finally stopped feeling hungry.

Looking at the empty dinner plate in front of him, he exhaled and said:

"Three minutes of possession, it will take at least two hours to recover...."

This refers not only to the elimination of hunger, but also to the restoration of spirituality.

Seeing that the current state is not suitable for exploration, Lumian finds flour and sugar and makes biscuits from the oven at home.

This, along with cheese, will be his main source of energy in the ruins.

If it weren't for the lack of time, he would have planned to get some jerky.

- This is also the food that the shepherds often carry, and he knows how to make it in the village of Koldu.

While busy, Lumian thought about what he would do in the Dream Ruins:

"Well, one is to go around the wall, and the other is to think about hunting fire monsters......

"Only by improving your strength can you better explore and unlock the secrets of dreams......"

The strength shown by the flame monster is at least Sequence 7, and it is most likely the "Hunter" path, and all aspects of the ability are perfectly suppressed by Lumian, he originally didn't plan to deal with that guy in the near future, and wanted to try to find out if there was a weaker prey that was equivalent to a "provocateur" but now, the acquisition of the "Fallen Mercury" and "Stealth" abilities made him feel comfortable

There is some hope.

When he was almost recuperate, Lumian put the baked biscuits and cut cheese into a cloth bag and hung them around his waist.

Then, with all his heart wrapped around his left hand, he took up the evil dagger called "Fallen Mercury".

Carrying his shotgun, pinning his axe, and bringing the rest of the items he needed, Lumian made his way to the first-floor door.

Suddenly, he had the feeling that he was a heavily armed hunter, ready for a dangerous hunt.

Many thoughts then came to his mind:

"The initial plan is to find out the pattern of the flame monster's movement first, and then rely on stealth', sneak up on it, and use the fallen mercury to stab a wound.

"Before that, hunt a weak monster, strip it of its bad fate, and wait to exchange it with the flame monster.

"I can't dance the sacrificial dance in the possessed state, and the black thorn symbol is half activated, otherwise the mouthpiece monster will immediately break away from my body, so how to distance myself from it after injuring the flame monster, waiting for the exchange of fate to be completed is the most difficult part of the whole plan, and it is easy to be locked by it through traces by relying on stealth alone......"

Lumian has not yet found the answer to the latter question, which depends on the gathering of information in the early stage.

When he opened the gate and walked into the wilderness, he had a premonition inexplicably with these thoughts:

"If I can successfully hunt the flame monsters, then my hunter's potion will be completely digested."

In the area where he had last encountered the flame monster, Lumian held a silver-black dagger in his left hand, carefully searching for possible traces and always guarding against a sudden attack.

After carefully turning around for nearly ten minutes, he finally found the traces left by the suspected flame monster:

In the corner of a collapsed house, there was a black mark of fire on a certain stone, and there was no one of its kind around it.

With one, there are two, and Lumian quickly locked on the whereabouts of the flame monster and slowly and cautiously followed.

When the traces were fresh, he stopped and began to dance.

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