A strong headache woke Alan from his sleep.

He sat up from the bed suddenly, stroked his swollen chin, and felt in a trance.

In the dimly lit second-floor bedroom, the moonlight shines through the window, and the floor is a miserable green.

Alan slowly got out of bed and paced around the bedroom, gathering his thoughts.

Player poster on the wall.

Laptops, textbooks, and cartoon figures on his desk help him awaken memories that have been hidden for a long time.

Alan walked over to the desk and flipped through the desk calendar to take a look.

I can't help but chuckle in my heart!

Hurriedly ran into the bathroom, turned on the wall lamp, and stood in front of the mirror.

A face that is both familiar and unfamiliar is reflected in the mirror.

He has an ordinary appearance and a slightly pale complexion.

The beaten jaw had not yet swollen, pressing on the lips, giving the face an expression that was neither crying nor smiling.

It looks funny and miserable.

The face in the mirror confirmed Allen's guess.

That's right, I actually went back to the world before I traveled back to the year I was fifteen years old!

At the time, his parents were in a divorce lawsuit.

In order to divide the property, there was a lot of trouble.

The husband and wife completely tore their faces, and both tried to use their children to carry out moral kidnapping, trying to blackmail each other to give up more property.

As a son, he has no right to evaluate the married life of his parents.

However, from the bottom of his heart, he hated this fragmented family, which only had interests and no family affection.

Studying abroad was his only chance to escape his family of origin.

Mom and Dad didn't mind sending him away far away, so they traveled lightly and started their new lives.

After some twists and turns, Alan finally got a student visa and came to a completely unfamiliar country on the other side of the ocean.

Allen's high school is located in a small town surrounded by lakes and mountains, and it is a three-hour drive into the city.

Alan is not yet 16 years old, and according to state law, he is not yet old enough to take a driver's license, and occasionally wants to go into town to get a ride with his landlord.

In fact, Alan would rather stay in town than the world-famous metropolis.

Kangzhen has a population of only 30,000, which is equivalent to a rural village in China.

Alan is quite fond of the sparsely populated countryside, and after moving into a host family, he has enjoyed getting along with the landlord and guardian.

The landlord was a single white old man named Morgan, who had taught at UConn all his life and was now retired.

The old man claimed to be a folklorist and filled with a belly full of strange stories.

After a glass of beer on the table, he began to ramble.

Alan initially enjoyed listening to his stories.

Later, I found that the old man was a little nervous, and he took those mysterious legends as real things as he talked.

He also said that he was writing a treatise to expose the truth about the cult's domination of governments around the world behind the scenes......

From the moment he talked about the plutocracy, cults, and the so-called "shadow government," Allen couldn't keep up with the old man's pace.

I had to push the plate away and flee from the table.

There are a lot of international students in Kangzhen Public High School, and most of them are Asians.

Alan was initially excited and thought it would not be difficult to make friends.

However, after getting along for more than half a year, I found out that it was not necessarily the case.

The only friend in the school is a half-breed named Kevin.

Alan touched his swollen chin again.

In retrospect, he was beaten for no reason, and Kevin's cheap mouth had to carry at least half of the pot.

I keep to myself in school, and my homework is A+.

Honor students are in the lower middle of the ecological niche in this country, especially in high school.

The popularity is far less than that of high school sports students.

If you add the Asian debuff to the top of the top students, you can't expect to make a difference in the social arena.

At school, Alan was occasionally discriminated against, consciously or unconsciously.

Being in a foreign land, I don't want to cause trouble, so I can only pretend to be deaf and dumb.

At this high school, all students are required to participate in club activities.

Alan learned violin and Go as a child, and also practiced martial arts, but everything was sparse and only to satisfy his parents' vanity.

High school clubs, music and sports, he didn't want to be ugly, and finally joined the video game club, anyway, he just played casually.

I didn't expect that playing games can also get into trouble.

On Saturday afternoon, Alan competes in a fighting game organized by the club.

He's quite talented at that.

borrowed a broken keyboard on the spot, and casually beat those players who brought their own handles, joysticks, and hitboxes.

Kevin watched him kill all sides from the side, and casually made a joke: "This is called a poor stationery ......"

The opponent that Eren defeated in the game, when he heard this, took off his hood and squinted over.

Kevin was stunned and didn't dare to come out.

This black guy in a hoodie is 1.9 meters tall, covered in tendon flesh, and has scars left by bullets on his face.

His name is Bruce, and everyone in the school knows the big star.

Boxing, judo and karate, in the state arena, as long as he plays, others can only fight for second.

Bruce smiled wryly and said to Allen, "Hey, buddy! The game is well played, I heard that you know kung fu? ”

Alan wanted to deny it, but he couldn't stop Kevin's quick mouth, and proudly bragged for him.

said that he not only knows kung fu, but also won prizes in competitions.

Alan was eager to find a crack in the ground to get into.

The juvenile group of the municipal martial arts competition is still a routine performance, what is there to brag about.

Bruce didn't know what was going on and insisted on sparring with Allen.

Alan looked at his tall and big size, how dare he accept it, and hurriedly said that he was not an opponent.

Modesty is a virtue that ghosts don't have.

The more he excused, the more upset Bruce became, thinking that he didn't give face, and his mouth began to be unclean.

What a nerd, squinting, yellow-skinned monkey...... It's all coming.

Allen was furious in his heart, and he didn't dare to scold him back in public.

After all, on the issue of "racial discrimination", there are also three or six or nine categories.

There were more and more people watching, all watching the excitement, and even gloating, and no one came forward to relieve Allen.

Young people inevitably have a bit of a temper, and Alan is no exception.

was humiliated by Bruce in public, couldn't help but rush with blood, gritted his teeth, and promised to make two moves with him.

Needless to say, he was beaten up solidly.

In the end, he was knocked down by a left hook from Bruce and went into shock for a full two minutes.

Kevin accompanied him to the school hospital, but he was still angry, saying that he would find someone to repair Bruce and avenge his good buddy.

Kevin claims that his cousin is a member of a gangster in Chinatown, but with the kid's usual urine nature, Alan suspects that bragging is the majority.

"I'm not a big deal, don't make trouble!"

After a few words of advice to Kevin, Alan went home.

Dizzy, he collapsed on the bed and slept until dark.

It wasn't until I woke up that I realized that I was no longer the ordinary teenager I used to be.

Alan turned and walked out of the bathroom, standing in front of the window, bathing in the moonlight and sorting out his chaotic thoughts.

Two days ago, he had dealt with the threat of the Deep Sea Church, ended his vacation, said goodbye to his relatives and friends, and returned to the Holy Demon Ancestral Court in the Star Plane.

He left the doppelganger created by the "Dripping Blood Transformation" on the riverside and continued his practice.

The ontology goes deep into the bloodline galaxy and tries to fuse the origin of the ancestor Beamon.

"That's right, here's the problem!"

Alan muttered to himself.

Based on the experience of fusing the origin of the ancestor Leviathan, he also thought that the origin space of the ancestor Beamon was also based on the world of warlocks.

However, he guessed wrong.

The ancestor Beamon, I don't know what means were used.

Unexpectedly, he extracted part of his memories before crossing over and used them as materials to evolve such a strange world.

On the surface, Alan is back on Earth, back to the time when he was alone in a foreign country when he was young.

But he was very sure that the origin space of the ancestor Beamon did not 100% reproduce the world before he crossed over.

Otherwise, how can you explain that there is a hair-warming green moon hanging in the night sky outside the window?

Alan settled down and tried to call the gluttonous system.

Fortunately, the system page opened as expected.

……

Warlock Rank: 0 (suppressed by bloodline)

Current attributes: Physique 79, Agility 60, Spirit 90

Current Resistances: Immunity to Virus/Cold/Water, Spirit Tier 10/Cold Tier 10/Acid Etch Tier 9/Eclipse Tier 8/Shock Tier 7/Sonic Wave Tier 7/Fire Tier 7/Radiance Tier 5

Special Abilities: Gluttonous System, Gluttonous Domain, Source of Divine Power, Divine Power, Divine Power Suppression

Potential Reserve: 456 points

Note: Changing attributes, resistances, and potentials in the origin space will not affect the state in reality.

Ancestor Beamon Origin Fusion Progress: 1%

……

The data listed on the system panel is in line with Allen's expectations.

Suppressed by the bloodline of the Ancestor Beamon, his Warlock Level was reduced to zero.

This kind of situation was not surprising that he had also experienced it in the origin space of the Ancestor Leviathan.

Now, Allen has good news and bad news.

The good news is that the gluttonous system, the gluttonous realm, the ancestor-level origin, and the divine power have not been suppressed, and they can function normally in this world.

The gluttonous system digests specific ingredients, and the attributes, resistances, and potentials obtained are also retained.

With these abilities, coupled with the physical fitness of the pervert, Alan has the capital to sweep the world!

The bad news is that this Earth-simulating world has a very thin concentration of mana.

If the Warlock World is a "High Demon World", this is a typical Demonless World, which is not suitable for cultivation at all!

What made Alan feel even more depressed was ......

In this earth-like world, he couldn't sense the existence of the Bloodline Galaxy.

If the spirit can't connect with the bloodline galaxy, it can't fuse the ancestral spirit in the river and awaken the warlock bloodline.

If you can't take the first step of cultivation, what else can you talk about raising your level and fusing the origin of the ancestors?

Alan couldn't see a way out and was in a heavy mood.

Barely brace yourself and continue to look at the system panel.

Skills related to the Warlock's bloodline are sealed.

The martial arts are cleared, and only one of the magic survives.

9 Rings "Prayer Technique"!

This is a spell that Eren automatically awakens after fusing with the divinity of the Ancestor Leviathan.

It symbolizes that he has mastered the power of water, cold, and poison.

With the "Prayer Technique", Eren can simulate any water, cold or poison spell in 0~9 rings.

However, the embarrassment is that he hasn't opened the mana pool yet, and the mana value is 0, so what can he do to activate the "Prayer Technique"?

If you want to open the mana pool, you must awaken the transcendent bloodline and obtain the warlock rank.

However, this demonless world does not have a bloodline galaxy, and Eren cannot use atavistic meditation to obtain the warlock rank.

Good guys, it's in an endless loop!

Alan touched his swollen chin and felt another headache.

Wait a minute! Is there really no magic in this world?

Alan looked up at the turquoise full moon and tried to meditate.

A slight hint of magic could be felt.

Cool and soothing, like gurgling water.

It was a hint of water-based magic, sprinkled all over the earth with moonlight as a carrier.

Alan grew more and more confused.

In a normal material world, the elemental magic of various attributes should be balanced.

Why is it that the origin space created by the ancestor Beamon, the magic power of the water system is slightly richer than the magic power of other attributes?

Although this concentration of water magic still could not meet the needs of the warlock's cultivation, it aroused Allen's reverie.

Could the environment with a high concentration of water elemental magic be related to the green moon in the night sky?

Click!

The sound of the door opening from downstairs interrupted Allen's thoughts.

Alan went downstairs and said hello when he saw gray-haired old Morgan entering the house.

"Hey! Alan, what's wrong with your face? ”

The old man's gaze fell through the lens and on Allen's face.

"Nothing." Alan rubbed his chin, "Extracurricular activities, accidentally bumped into it." ”

With his super physique, bruises of this level do not require dressing, and the swelling can quickly subside.

The old man was a careless man, and without asking much, he took off his old jacket and hung it on a hanger.

He pulled hot fried chicken and pizza from his paper bag, as well as instant kale in a plastic bowl, and set them on the table.

Pulling beer and a can of Coke for Allen out of the fridge, beckoning the boy to join him for dinner.

"Thank you Lord for giving me food."

Old Morgan prayed perfunctorily, opened the beer can with a bang, pulled the ring, and poured two large sips of it.

Perhaps it was the revival of childlike innocence, and the old man added a prayer with a playful smile:

"Thanks to the Leviathan, the giant beast of water, for giving us a cool green moon."

Syllable!

The fork in Alan's hand fell on the plate.

"Mr. Morgan, what kind of behemoth did you just say?"

"The water giant beast Leviathan, the Eastern believers of the Wave Esoteric Sect call it 'Emperor Kun'."

“…… What do you mean? Alan asked with excitement.

"Aha! That's not something you can say in a sentence or two, kid, are you ready to listen to the story? ”

Old man Morgan came to the spirit.

"To put it simply, Leviathan is a totem that represents the magic of the water element, an ancient beast that is almost like a god."

"Leviathan-like elemental behemoths, as well as fire behemoth Sharomanda, ice behemoth Fenrir, earth behemoth Callisto, electric behemoth Indra, and wind behemoth Garuda."

"The six giant beasts have a common ancestor, which is the ancient beast god Behemoth, also known as the ancestor Beamon."

"Each of the six giant beasts inherits a part of the power of the ancestors, corresponding to the six elements of water, fire, ice, earth, electricity, and wind."

"The main body of the behemoths, inhabiting a space parallel to our planet, is called the 'secret realm' by the Esoteric Cultists."

"Mr. Morgan, pause a little! Give me a moment to keep up with your train of thought. ”

Alan took a sip of Coke and pretended to be confused.

"The Esoteric Cultists you just mentioned are those fanatical cultists who worship giant beasts?"

"That's right! As far as I know, there are six great esoteric religions in the world today! ”

Old Morgan took another sip of wine and said excitedly.

"Worship the Waves Esoteric Cult of Leviathan, Worship the Volcanic Esoteric Cult of Sharomanda, Worship the Glacial Esoteric Cult of Fenrir, Worship the Earth Esoteric Cult of Callisto, Worship the Thunder Esoteric Cult of Indra, and worship the Heavenly Esoteric Cult of Garuda!"

"Don't underestimate the Six Elemental Esoteric Sects, my child, you must know that they are inextricably linked with gangsters, warlords, consortia, and even governments in various countries, and they are the behind-the-scenes rulers of our world!"

"Alright, alright! Mr. Morgan, can you not talk about politics? ”

Alan pretended that he couldn't stand his "conspiracy theory" and forcibly diverted the topic.

"Mr. Morgan, I wonder what the benefits of joining the Elemental Esoteric Sect are?"

"Well, it is said that the Esoteric Sect can summon the incarnation of the Elemental Behemoth through certain mysterious rituals, and the lucky ones can also obtain the extraordinary power bestowed by the Behemoth."

"Extraordinary Strength...... You mean magic or something? ”

"Magic...... Haha, you're not wrong to understand it that way. ”

"According to my investigation, there are five ranks of esoteric disciples."

Old man Morgan snapped his fingers and told Alan.

"Beginners, equivalent to interns, are still in the stage of being examined."

"If you pass the inspection, become a full-fledged believer, be eligible to participate in low-level esoteric gatherings, and receive support from the church in terms of money and career."

"When a congregant is in trouble and asks the church for help, in general, it is properly resolved."

"Sounds a bit like a mafia family." Alan whispered.

Old man Morgan nodded in approval.

In fact, most of the organizational structure of Esoteric Buddhism is inseparable from gangsters.

"Above the average level of the cultists are the acolytes, the lucky ones who are qualified to participate in the ritual of summoning giant beasts and receive blessings."

"The acolyte can extract the free elemental magic of nature, give it ready-made energy, and use the means to be almost magical!"

"For example, the acolyte of the Wave Esoteric Sect can manipulate flowing water, and even make the waterfall flow backwards!"

"The acolyte of the Volcanic Esoteric Sect can easily throw a fireball with a destructive power comparable to a heavy bomb!"

"It's not an exaggeration to say that they are magicians!"

"Esoteric disciples who are higher in rank than acolytes are called priests."

"The priests are the best of the acolytes, wielding more powerful elemental magic, having the authority to convene congregations and perform sacrifices, and most of them are bishops of the local church."

"Above the priests, are the saints!"

"The saint can not only manipulate the elemental magic power at will, but also fuse the bloodline essence of the elemental beast, which can be said to be the spokesperson of the elemental beast in the human world."

"The saint has completely unleashed his power, and he can transform into a giant beast form in a short period of time, possessing terrifying destructive power comparable to that of an elemental giant beast!"

"The so-called high-tech weapons of mankind are not worth mentioning in front of the saints, and even nuclear bombs cannot completely kill them!"

"God willing! The number of saints is extremely small, and they are either the leaders of Esoteric Buddhism or the spiritual leaders. ”

"The six great esoteric sects check and balance each other, and the saints don't dare to do whatever they want, so our world, at least on the bright side, can still maintain peace."

"If this balance is upset, I'm afraid the end of the world will follow."

Old Morgan sighed and looked up at the moon outside the window.

"Kid, now let's go back to the original question, why is the moon green on Saturday, red on Sunday, white on Tuesday, black on Wednesday, blue on Thursday, and golden on Friday?"

"Scientists will tell you about cloud refraction and spectroscopy, but I'll tell you, it's bullshit!"

"In fact, the six colors of moonlight correspond to the six elements!"

"For example, today is Saturday, and under the green moonlight, the magic of the water element is extraordinarily abundant."

"Followers of the Wave Esoteric Religion always hold a religious service on Saturday and believe that it is their lucky day."

Alan nodded, and suddenly it occurred to him.

"And what about Sunday?"

"There is no moon on Sunday!" Old Morgan laughed, "My child, even God, doesn't go to work on Sundays!" ”

……

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(End of chapter)