Chapter 89: Edge of Uncontrollability

"How are the three of them here?"

Dali's face turned grim.

Fortunately he had made some disguise, wrapping himself in a black robe; otherwise he would have just been seen by Ke La Bu and Gao Er.

"Wait, the Slytherin common lounge is underground; it seems they ran into the Curfew on the way back, forcing them to hide temporarily in this classroom."

Dali quickly figured out the issue.

Not paying any more attention to Ma Er Fu and the others, Dali's body kept drifting forward, stopping at the Doorway of the next underground classroom.

The adjacent classroom.

"Was that thing that just flew over a person? Or some monster…"

Gao Er said, trembling.

"It seemed like a human silhouette."

Ma Er Fu's face was also pale.

This year's Halloween is a bit too frightening.

"We'd better not go out; I feel the castle is full of danger now."

Ke La Bu quickly said.

Ma Er Fu also hesitated.

He had originally intended to go out to find a teacher, or return to the Slytherin common lounge, but now, after seeing that unknown black shadow, he also felt Fear.

"Let's wait a bit longer; I'll practice the Levitation Spell."

Ma Er Fu thought for a moment and then said.

His Levitation Spell might not succeed; if an Appearance problem occurs outside, he could end up taking several Whipping Punishments in succession.

However, that thing that just flew over also proved Ma Er Fu's earlier conjecture: as long as one does not move in the corridor, one will not be subject to Whipping Punishment.

On the other side.

Dali stood at the Doorway of the adjacent classroom, his right hand gripping the door's handle; just as he was about to push the door open, his complexion suddenly changed.

A spiritual intuition was triggered.

"The Brass Book is inside!"

Dali felt something in his heart; it was a very subtle intuition—though he had found no clues about the Brass Book, he simply sensed that the Brass Book should be in this classroom.

Taking a deep breath, Dali opened the classroom door and stepped inside.

The classroom was dim, with only a sliver of light filtering from the hallway that faintly allowed him to see the interior.

Dust-covered, haphazard desks and chairs were scattered throughout the classroom; more than ten meters deep from the Doorway, a table held an open thin Brass-made booklet.

"Found you!"

Dali's gaze hardened.

He finally found the Trensost Brass Book.

The current problem was how he could seal this book.

Wah—…

As if aware of Dali's arrival, the Brass Book began flipping rapidly, revealing one formed rule after another.

"'The Trensost Brass Book' is the most precious thing; no living being may touch it without permission, violators face the death penalty!"

"... No one may alter the state of the Trensost Brass Book in any way; violators face the death penalty!"

"All living beings near the Trensost Brass Book will have their sanity reduced; when sanity drops to 20% of its original level, signs of loss of control will appear…"

……

Dali felt a wave of dizziness, heavy babble ringing in his ears, and his previously calm cheeks began to contort.

"My sanity is decreasing."

Dali clearly sensed his sanity slipping away, becoming increasingly impulsive and less able to control his actions.

"How can I seal this book?"

Dali clenched his fist, straining to recall details about the Trensost Brass Book.

He must quickly find a way to seal the book, or its Decree will become increasingly strict, eventually executing all violators.

"No contact, no alteration of state…"

Dali's complexion grew increasingly grim.

He had originally thought the two Decrees announced for the Trensost Brass Book were all the Decrees, but did not expect the Brass Book had already left ample leeway for itself.

It even applied the harshest punishment, the death penalty, entirely upon itself.

"The front portion of the rules appears gray‑black, seemingly immutable… does this require '0—02' to awaken further? If it awakens enough to modify the front rules, could it cause an Extraordinary One's sanity to trigger loss‑of‑control signs with even a slight dip…"

"The later text is mercury‑colored… does this indicate that this portion of the rules can be modified or added?"

"If the Brass Book's state cannot be altered, then perhaps the surrounding state can be changed…"

Dali forced himself to stay clear‑headed, pondering a countermeasure.

At that moment, the "Trensost Brass Book" turned to a blank page, sequentially displaying one mercury‑colored word after another.

In an instant, those mercury‑colored words formed a new clause:

"Hogwarts Magic School's underground seventh classroom is the location where the Trensost Brass Book is kept, a site that must be strictly protected; any living being without the Trensost Brass Book's permission who enters here will suffer punishment."

"Bang!"

The moment this Decree appeared, a sharp sting shot from Dali's back, and blood‑splattered whip marks surfaced.

And that was not all; immediately after came relentless whipping, seemingly endless, ceasing only when Dali left the classroom.

"Ah…"

Dali let out a low growl, his sanity was decreasing, his body

He directly rushed toward the Trensost Brass Book without regard for his life.

He didn't know what to do after rushing over, nor how to deal with the death penalty punishment of the Trensost Brass Book.

At the last moment when his reason held, he instinctively made this decision, a decision with no retreat.

Dali's body was covered in more and more bloody whip marks, his facial expression becoming extremely ferocious; moreover, the flesh on his face, hands, and neck began to undulate continuously, as if trying to detach from his body.

His eyes were no longer their original color, but had turned completely pitch black.

The next moment, Dali suddenly stopped.

The flesh on his face no longer twisted and changed; his whole being seemed to have entered another state.

The black in his eyes gradually faded, revealing an eerie pattern of iron-black and dark red intertwined, with many eerie lines spreading around, appearing chaotic yet seemingly following some rule.

A terrifying majestic aura emanated from Dali's body, but it only covered a small area around the classroom, not spreading outward.

At this moment, Dali was already standing before the Trensost Brass Book.

He reached out his hand, his fingertip tearing open a wound, and blood fell.

"Dali Telunsuoste, as the master of the Trensost Brass Book, can touch the Trensost Brass Book."