Chapter 870: Starting with a Notebook

Qian Chen looked up and saw a mirror, on which an infinity symbol—∞—representing infinity and the Möbius strip had been drawn in blood.

Comparing it with the notebook at hand, Qian Chen flipped through two pages and confirmed: "It seems he died because he rashly performed the ritual of walking in the Spirit Realm..."

"Walking in the Spirit Realm—I created this world with a mirror, so the mirror is the door, the path that opens to the Spirit Realm and the True Realm!"

"The lamp? It should represent me, represent the master of spirituality, the Dao Dust Bead... the path that guides the spirit back! And the lamp can dispel evil, preventing them from entering this body along the path."

"What is the last one? A cup?"

"Need a vessel, a Holy Grail?"

Qian Chen looked around, but did not find that vessel, the cup representing the Cauldron of Creation.

Until he looked up and saw himself in the mirror: black hair, brown eyes, handsome and fair features, a typical southern face of the Eastern Continent, somewhat similar to his original body, Li Er.

He nodded slightly, secretly thinking that the body the Cauldron of Creation arranged for him was not bad, and then he suddenly realized: "The physical bodies and existence of all life are created by the Cauldron of Creation. So the physical body is the cup, holding blood!"

He put away the mirror, closed the notebook, and dimmed the wall lamp on the ceiling.

He sat on the high-backed chair, facing the mirror.

"Mirror, Bead (Lamp), Cauldron (Cup), the Trinity is the foundation of the extraordinary in this world, because that is how we created the world."

"Light the lamp, wipe the mirror, fill the cup with blood..."

Qian Chen chanted the second main mission, feeling a bit puzzled. These three can be said to be the three of Creation, or they can be said to be the three major sources of this world, and even everyone is like this; the Trinity of Mirror, Bead, and Cauldron is the extraordinary foundation of this world.

So this hint was too vague, but judging from the descriptions of the lamp and the cup, the second main mission should take place on the Western Continent...

After all, the 'lamp' is only one aspect of the Bead's essence, and the 'cup' is even more of a subordinate to the Cauldron.

Looking at the well-preserved ritual site, Qian Chen wondered whether to repeat the ritual to find clues about the original owner's death.

But soon he threw away the notebook and closed the mirror.

"Are you crazy! I don't need any golden finger. How the original owner died has nothing to do with me? Sleep! I probably have to go to school tomorrow!"

Qian Chen confirmed on the calendar that tomorrow was Wednesday, and a circle had been drawn on it, with the words—Club Joining Day!

The next day, when the sun shone through the low window in the east onto Qian Chen's eyelashes, a shout came from downstairs: "Marvin!"

Qian Chen flipped over and got up, groggily putting on his school uniform. It must be said that this body had long limbs, and the age should be a bit older than when he was reborn as Li Er, probably already twenty-two or twenty-three years old.

He was currently a sophomore in the History Department of Miskatonic University.

The Miskatonic school uniform was quite slim-fitting, and it looked very elegant on him...

Tying his tie, Qian Chen slung the shoulder bag by the bed, hesitated, and still stuffed the blood-stained notebook into the bag.

Walking down the attic stairs, the creaking sound startled a slightly chubby white lady, about forty or fifty years old, with red hair, in the kitchen. She poked her head out and complained: "Marvin! What were you doing upstairs yesterday? I heard a 'bang'..."

"Good morning, Mrs. Deborah!" Qian Chen greeted her. This was a homestay arranged by the school to help students better adapt to the local environment.

They were all middle-class families with good reputations.

They were also happy to accept students from the famous Miskatonic University, not to mention that Miskatonic would provide them with room and board fees.

This body of Qian Chen was still called Li Er, and Marvin was his Camelot name.

This family he was staying with had five people, a typical middle-class family in the Kingdom of Camelot. Their five-year-old daughter greeted Qian Chen, who walked in, in a friendly manner, and the eldest daughter, who was in middle school, looked at him with curiosity.

Finally, there was the eldest son, who was about the same age as Qian Chen. He reached out and high-fived Qian Chen, laughing: "Actually, you don't have to come back so early every day... I hope next weekend, I won't hear you going upstairs."

The head of the family, Mr. Humphrey, was reading the newspaper and said: "The public security in Kafas is getting worse and worse! There are actually tourists missing just because she was dressed 'very revealingly'. Father of Lamps! These incompetent night watchers. Don't stay out too long; it's best to be home before nine o'clock, and don't go to places where the lights are out..."

"And the outer city, there isn't even a church of the Father of Lamps there!"

Mrs. Deborah carried bacon and fried eggs and placed them on the dining table in front of Qian Chen. Hearing this news, she tapped her forehead with two fingers of her right hand: "Father of Lamps! Without your light, how are we to survive the darkness!"

Qian Chen's expression was helpless. What does it feel like to have others pray to you to your face?

Qian Chen indicated that the 'Father of Lamps' didn't want to manage so much, and the 'Father of Lamps' himself was also afraid of the dark.

Taking the tram to Miskatonic University, this university was very old, with classical buildings like castles everywhere, and the division of various colleges was also different from modern universities.

The History College Qian Chen was heading to was in the northeast corner, a square castle surrounded by a large number of towering spires and conical arches. The halls, libraries, classrooms, and student dormitories inside were all located within a single college, which could be said to be a semi-independent area on the campus.

"Hey, Marvin!"

Someone caught up with him from the rear right. Qian Chen tilted his head slightly and found it was an excited, pale, and thin young man.

He looked left and right, leaned into Qian Chen's ear, and whispered: "Did you try the ritual I taught you yesterday when you went back?"

Look... the culprit has come to the door!

Qian Chen looked at him calmly, only to see the excited young man say: "That was so cool! Walking in the Spirit Realm, you can't imagine how I entered the Spirit Realm. At that time, I drank mandrake wine in front of the mirror, and my whole person felt like I was flying to the sky. I originally thought I was high! Until I saw black mist rising around me, the color gradually pulled away from me, and then..."

"Then I fucking saw a living evil spirit!"

"It fucking looked at me with dead gray eyes. I was almost scared to pee! But I still fucking gave it the middle finger, and then I fucking ran away without looking back. Turning back along the light, I ran into that light without looking back..."

"That was not an evil spirit!" Qian Chen said calmly: "Also, don't perform this ritual after taking hallucinogens, otherwise if you think it's an evil spirit, it might really become an evil spirit!"

The young man's eyes widened: "Hey! Brother, I'm the one walking in the Spirit Realm. I gave the evil spirit the middle finger, I provoked them..."

"I also performed that ritual." Qian Chen recalled slightly, confirming that this was his best friend in the college, Quinn, an international student from the New Continent who was fanatically obsessed with occultism. He said he came to Miskatonic just to learn orthodox occultism from this oldest university!

But as a result, he couldn't get into the Seminary, so he could only choose History, which could be slightly related to occultism.

It was also him who dragged the original owner to join the Miskatonic Spiritual Cultivation Society.

Quinn looked at Qian Chen and spread his hands: "And then?"

Qian Chen recalled the ghostly appearance of crawling up yesterday and nodded: "Then I died!"

Quinn was excited when he heard it: "Cool!"

"Your spirit leaving your body is indeed like death, but following the light of the Father of Lamps, we can return to our bodies. The lamp I found for you is very useful, right! That was a wall lamp from the Father of Lamps church that I managed to get with great difficulty. I heard people say that the biggest taboo of walking in the Spirit Realm is the lamp suddenly going out. That thing burns whale oil and almost never goes out."

"After class is the day we join the society. I've been waiting for this day for too long!"

"I've tried too many rituals! Fortune-telling, cursing, spirit-calling... but yesterday, it was really the greatest adventure I've ever been so sure of."

"It was worth me spending twenty pounds to buy this ritual from Gable of the Spiritual Cultivation Society... It is said that that is our initiation ritual."

"Wait!" Qian Chen interrupted him: "You spent twenty pounds, your living expenses for a week, to buy a ritual that is going to be performed today?"

Quinn whispered neurotically: "This is not a loss. For the initiation ritual performed today, if we cannot successfully perform the ritual and walk in the Spirit Realm, we will never have the chance to enter that world again!"

"Must ensure nothing goes wrong..."

Quinn suddenly remembered something, his hands trembling as he took out a small silver bottle from his arms and handed it to Qian Chen: "Mandrake wine! Something that Gypsy witches use when entering the Spirit Realm. Legend has it that it can let people touch the Spirit Realm!"

Qian Chen declined: "Thanks, no need..."

So how excited are you, you didn't even try it, and you used such a strong drug.

That it was Marvin who died and not you, truly the Father of Lamps has no eyes...

"You're sure you've been to the Spirit Realm, right! This was bought from Gypsies at a high price. The witch said that taking it to enter the Spirit Realm is as easy as fucking having enough foreplay and one-shotting it..."

"One-shotting it isn't easy, right!" Qian Chen asked back.

Quinn was slightly stunned, exposing the reality that he failed to one-shot it the first time.

After class, a junior student came to Quinn and Qian Chen, looked down at them, and said coldly: "Marvin, Quinn? Come with me..."

Quinn excitedly pulled Qian Chen's sleeve, and the two followed the senior step by step to the location of the Spiritual Cultivation Society.

That was a detached Gothic building, which looked like a church from the outside, but the sign on the gate was not the symbol of the Father of Lamps—a simple sketch of a horse lamp.

Instead, it was an eye inside an equilateral triangle!

"The All-Seeing Eye of the Trinity!"

The senior introduced to them: "The symbol of the Miskatonic Spiritual Cultivation Society, the triangle represents the Trinity of the Father of Lamps, the Mirror Master, and the Cup Mother. And that eye represents the spirituality of the self..."

Pushing open the gate, it was a hall with more than a dozen members of the Spiritual Cultivation Society inside.

They were wearing black hoods, holding silver lamps in their hands. A tall young man, whose legs and white socks were exposed even under his hood, grabbed Quinn.

He lowered his voice and said: "You've both tried it in advance, right!"

"Also, remember the two taboos of the ritual: do not call out the Lord's name, do not look directly at the Lord!"

"What?"

Quinn turned his head foolishly, but the young man had already let go of his hand and retreated to the back.

Qian Chen hurriedly pulled Quinn back and asked: "That is Gable?"

Quinn nodded.

Qian Chen took a deep look at Gable. Quinn was foolish; he looked like a good material for courting death, the kind who wouldn't even need to find a scapegoat if he wanted to summon an evil god. If you taught the ritual to Quinn, he could do it for you!

This person taught real occult rituals to Quinn. Was he a kind senior who leaked exam questions for a fee within the club, or someone with ulterior motives?

The original owner died suddenly. Logically speaking, it should be the fate choice of the Cauldron of Creation, but the mysterious second main mission made Qian Chen have to be vigilant about the possibility of the Cauldron of Creation making trouble.

At this time, seven or eight members wearing hoods and lowering their heads, carrying silver lamps, walked from both sides to the high corridor on the second floor.

The leader took off his hood, revealing golden hair and deep features.

He put down the silver lamp on the railing at his side, raised his hands, and formed a triangle on his chest with his thumbs and other four fingers at a sixty-degree angle.

Then he raised this triangle and placed it in front of his right eye... ===== CHAPTER 871 =====