Chapter 231: Crying Blade (A tribute to the Alliance Leader Satan Under the Moonlight!)

"Darkness" descends from "Radiance," encompassing domains such as depravity, gloom, and corruption.

It is quite normal for curses to lean toward the domain of "Darkness."

After some thought, Aaron took out his tools, preparing to begin crafting a Magical Item.

As a "Maker," he not only accelerated the speed at which he absorbed the spirituality of "Radiance," but he could also grasp the meaning of "Radiance's" creations more deeply during the forging process.

Furthermore, when forging certain materials, he could even extract pure spirituality of "Radiance" from them.

Aaron called this "skimming the grease," and if other "Craftsmen" knew, they would surely be green with envy to the point of madness.

Without hesitation, Aaron stirred his "Secret Source Power," expelling these iron-black stains and turning them into pure crystals of pollution.

"Next... is to forge the dagger to serve as the vessel, using a ritual to drive the spirituality to fuse with the dagger..."

Aaron muttered, as vague and hazy whispers seemed to emerge by his ears.

According to his spiritual intuition, this was the best way to melt the materials!

Sizzle!

Aaron slowly chanted the keywords he had obtained through divination, recalling the scenes he had witnessed.

On the blade's surface, threads of dark red patterns gradually crawled, resembling blood grooves, yet also appearing like mysterious Talismans...

Two lines of blood-colored liquid, like tears, fell from the blade.

At the same time, a large amount of white smoke was emitted; within the mud wrapping, the skin and bones of the palm began to dissolve, leaving behind only some pure essence.

Those pitch-black powders landed on the withered palm, immediately burrowing into the torn wounds, giving rise to filth resembling mud, which gradually covered the entire palm.

"Looking at it this way, I've only just become mentally unstable, which counts as the First Stage... Is this curse really only this powerful?"

After finishing all this, Aaron took out "Roberts' Magical Insect Box," letting small insects resembling spiders crawl out; they crawled through the gaps in doors and windows, forming an investigation network in the shadows, corners, treetops, and sewers.

Aaron grumbled, and in his Spiritual Vision, he could see strands of black rust already coiled around his body, even attempting to pollute his spirituality!

"If it were any other Craftsman, they might have really fallen for it..."

"Judging by the architectural style, it's from the dark and chaotic era after the Fabri Dynasty, possessing a style of chaos and depravity..."

"The 'Crying Blade'!"

"But... from that 'Blood of Decay,' I actually obtained a fragmented Secret Transmission of 'Crimson'... If Tasha knew, she would definitely feel she lost out big time."

Time is mottled, as if it were an ancient treasure hidden in the long river of history...

Aaron stretched out his illusory hands, as if grabbing the invisible curse, and pressed it onto the secret ritual!

Woo-woo~

On the dagger, the blood grooves and patterns writhed in unison, emitting a sound like weeping.

A mysterious influence seemed to be radiating from the remains of the palm, slowly coiling onto his body.

"Every time a Magical Item is forged, the 'Maker' becomes a little stronger... until the end of the Third Primordial Substance."

A palm covered in thick body hair, resembling that of a gorilla, suddenly pressed onto the Altar.

【Spirit and flesh flow out from the wound; only when on the verge of death can I see more...】

"If it were ordinary times, this would be excellent material for a warhead, but now?"

【Crimson flows within my blood vessels, causing my skin to split open, forming wounds that can never heal...】

Ancient Altar, dilapidated and collapsed palace...

"Hmm, among the Extraordinary-level Strange Objects I have seen, it counts as one of the strongest, although it can only be used in close combat..."

"If madness were to be graded, it starts with auditory hallucinations, then visual hallucinations, followed by personality changes, irritability, or bloodlust; this can be divided into latent and manifest. Undoubtedly, the manifest is more dangerous, as one can destroy everything in public without burden... then the Fourth Stage, complete personality fragmentation, followed by the Fifth Stage, total madness... until the final destruction of everything, and the destruction of oneself..."

"This counts as relatively profound knowledge, involving life and death?"

By the Third Primordial Substance stage, his divination ability had increased again; it was no longer limited to intuitive divination like pendulums and coin tosses, and he could see more!

Aaron returned to his body, holding this dagger, wrapping its handle with layers of fine hemp rope, and adding some decorations to the guard according to his personal preference.

Aaron possessed many inheritances and would certainly not covet a mere fragmented Secret Transmission, but this did not prevent him from browsing through it to increase his knowledge of Occultism.

"A curse? I like it... It's a pity it's not at the level of a Deity."

"It has two negative effects... one of which is a curse I deliberately coiled onto it."

As Aaron sighed, he placed several obsidian-like crystals into a mortar, ground them into powder, and let the tiny specks of dust sprinkle onto the withered claw.

【Secret Ritual — Blade Ritual】

After all, for those "Craftsmen," forging is a very arduous task, not to mention the benefits of obtaining pure spirituality from it.

"What has hindered me has never been the accumulation of spirituality or the hidden danger of madness..."

"Purification!"

During this process, Aaron also felt something was wrong.

Aaron stroked his chin, looking at the gradually completed Magical Item dagger: "Hmm... I feel this ritual effect could be made more perfect... and the curse coiled around me seems to be usable as well..."

While murmuring to himself, Aaron took out an iron block, melted it directly with pure white flames, and poured it into the mold.

Aaron glanced at the ritual, ignoring the dagger in the midst of fusion, and instead closed his eyes, attempting to divine this curse.

"This curse... seems to come from an ancient ruin... Blood of Decay?!"

"If that Tasha wants to plot against me, she will definitely track me... She most likely tampered with the materials or the box, which can be used to track me."

Think it, do it!

Aaron was a person of considerable initiative; he immediately began chanting the honorific name, summoning the "Spirit of Falsehood"!

From the perspective of the Spirit Body, he could clearly see the iron-black traces coiled around his body.

Then, a wound emerged on the palm, from which flowed foul-smelling blood of depravity...

Drops of blood flowed onto the ground, seemingly containing Mysterious symbols within them, together forming a Secret Transmission written in Spirit World Script...

Finally, he depicted the Ritual, placed the dark red Crystal extracted from the withered palm and the prototype of the dagger at the two cores of the Ritual Array, and chanted formless incantations.

"I have been friends with Clark for so long, it's not like I haven't learned anything; as for the specific number of years, it really cannot be verified..."

"I hope it comes soon."

Aaron washed up briefly, collapsed onto the bed, and fell into a deep sleep.

(End of this chapter)