Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 720: Dark Lord Turmoil V
The diary on the stone platform had blurry handwriting on its old cover. As Xia Xiu's gaze fell on it, the words squirmed as if carrying some kind of curse.

Xia Xiu did not reach out to take it himself. He moved his consciousness slightly, and [Sisyphus] floated out silently from behind him.

The purple-gold incarnation is like an ancient statue, powerful and majestic.

He followed Xia Xiu's instructions, slowly stretched out a huge hand, and moved towards the diary.

Just as Sisyphus's fingers were about to touch the diary, the atmosphere in the whole room suddenly changed.

The air became extremely sticky, and some invisible force compressed the entire space to the limit.

The distortion was suffocating, and the reality around me began to become fluid and uncontrollable.

Xia Xiu immediately sensed that this force had a similar twisted nature to the barrier he sensed outside the door, except that this time it brought not only simple resistance, but more importantly, changes of madness, infection, transmutation, and corruption.

Suddenly, terrible changes began to occur on the surface of the diary.

First, the cover vibrated slightly, and then, densely packed purple eyes quickly grew out from the cracks in the cover.

These eyes covered the entire surface of the diary, and each eye was filled with a distorted and crazy expression.

They are not just organs, but something that is watching, judging, and even eager to devour.

Then, the cover began to crack, and a ferocious mouth appeared from the crack. The mouth was full of sharp teeth, and there was slippery liquid between the teeth, emitting a foul smell.

"Pfft~~~~"

“Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah~”

A wet tongue stretched out from the mouth. The tongue was like some kind of crawling creature, covered with disgusting mucus, and twisted towards Sisyphus.

The tongue seemed to have life, hissing, and with a desire to devour everything, it tried to entangle the incarnation in front of it.

In an instant, everything in the room seemed to be distorted, time was stretched, and all the details became more depressing and disgusting.

Xia Xiu stood aside, his eyes calm and his face normal, but he couldn't help but complain in his heart:
"Sure enough, there are no serious people writing diaries in this land..."

[Sisyphus] was not at all panicked when faced with the terrifying sight of the hideous tongue and eyes.

He only had to do one thing at this moment.

Make a fist, then...

Swing it out!
A [∞] Mobius symbol flashed on his fist bone, and the incarnation suddenly raised his fist high. The [∞] symbol was embedded in his fist like a brass knuckle. Along with a low sound of air bursting, powerful ripples spread around his fist.

"boom!!!"

With a deafening crash, Sisyphus' fist, which contained compressed air and distorted space, slammed heavily onto the hideous surface of the diary.

Squeak squeak squeak————

“Ahhhhhhhh!!!
At that moment, the sticky feeling in the air seemed to explode in tearing, and the tongue and eyes on the diary were instantly crushed like dry dry wood and rotten wood, making a disgusting sound of gravy stirring, and the purple eyeballs and pieces of meat were hit and splashed everywhere, and the sticky juice splashed on the floor, making a "pa ta pa ta" sound.

The surface of the diary trembled violently, the purple eyes gradually lost their luster, and the hideous tongue and mouth shattered and turned into a pool of rotten liquid, disappearing into the air.

The atmosphere in the room became quiet again, leaving only the flickering light and the scattered meat on the ground.

[Sisyphus] silently stretched out his hand, and the purple-gold incarnation firmly grasped a corner of the diary and lifted it up from the pool of wet flesh.

Minced meat dripped down the cover of the diary, emitting a pungent fishy smell.

The cover of the diary was covered with pieces of shattered flesh, purple eyeball mucus, and even broken tongue fragments tangled together. The scene was disgusting.

[Sisyphus] calmly lifted the diary into the air and floated it in front of Xia Xiu, as if this hideous object was just an ordinary prop to his incarnation.

Xia Xiu glanced at the diary covered in rotten flesh and emitting a foul odor. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and there was an obvious hint of disgust in his eyes.

He clenched the "Lever of Heaven" in his hand and gently raised the cane. The silver light gathered into a small halo at the top of the cane.

Ding--

With a slight sound, the blond young man knocked his cane on the ground and cast a new spell based on the classical literature he had read in the book "Wand Casting and Non-Wand Casting" when he had free time.

He did not use pedigree entries and pedigree resources, but a cleansing spell woven by very traditional spellcasting methods. He did not even use the basic compilation that came with the pedigree think tank.

[Clear a new spell!]
[Odor-eliminating spell!]
As the spell was invoked, a gentle energy emanated from the staff, sweeping across the room like a fresh breeze.

The fishy smell attached to the minced meat quickly began to dissipate, and the stench in the air was replaced by a clean and slightly sweet fragrance within a few seconds, like dewdrops in the early morning brushing across the grass.

Then, the sticky meat foam and residue seemed to be quickly decomposed by an invisible force. The purple eyes and tongue fragments on the surface gradually evaporated and disappeared without a trace like water vapor.

The disgusting dirt, mucus, and pieces of meat on the surface of the diary were wiped away layer by layer by invisible hands.

The paper pages gradually regained their original texture, and the cover returned from the slippery slime to clean leather with a light bronze luster.

The pages of the book trembled slightly, and as the magic spread, all the strange smells were completely eliminated, and there was no longer any disgusting smell in the room.

Xia Xiu cast the spell with a delicate sense of precision. Not only was the whole process fast, but the details were also as exquisite as a carefully crafted work of art.

When the magic took full effect, he shook his staff slightly and the aftermath of the spell dissipated.

Xia Xiu glanced down at the diary in his hand, and after confirming that there was no residual odor or dirt, he finally reached out his hand without disgust and took it from Sisyphus.

The diary was now clean and tidy, and the words on the cover were still "Forging Copper Diary". The originally blurred handwriting appeared exceptionally clear after being cleaned with magic.

Xia Xiu slowly opened the diary, and the pages made a slight rustling sound.

His eyes fell on the first page. The words on the page were winding like snake-like symbols, recording the relevant content of a purple-robed wizard named "Theodore Kravis".

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"Bronze Forging Diary"

14. June 6th, sunny
I came to this gloomy city alone, carrying a useless diploma and my dream.

I have crossed three oceans and nearly drowned in one of them. Now, I have finally come to the free "Gotham". However, this is a translation from my hometown, because a writer named Irving wrote it this way. I heard that a comic artist plans to continue the author's translation and continue to depict "Gotham".

However, I still follow the local customs and call this place - New York.

The big city is better than the small village where I grew up. It has opportunities, wealth, women... everything.

Can I become a superior person?

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14. June 7th, sunny
A gracious, wealthy woman.

She made me a commission.

That woman is very strange. I have to write down her words and analyze them carefully.

"My dear, it's time. The crowned ■■{distorted handwriting} is asking for his end. Are you coming? Or do you have a friend?"

"Oh no, don't stop the habit of writing a diary, because only in this way can you find the library that was blocked by those robed wizards in the Hundred Worlds and the Order of Merlin."

"You ask me what a library is? When you learn the Great Art and the Invisible Art, you will be close to becoming a librarian."

"Why did I find you? Because you have a connection with the 'Suction Device', and it is waiting for your arrival."

"Please make good use of what I gave you. It can help you quickly gain a foothold in the secular world. However, please exercise moderation and be careful not to attract... the jailer!?"

When the woman mentioned the "jailer", she showed rare fear.

Ask him what a "jailer" is.

She pointed to the sky with one hand and to the ground with the other.

"The thirteen demon kings who supervise the world, the three abyss lords who destroy the world, the thirteen legions of demon kings roaming the world, the devils who kill everything..."

"These are all jailers!"

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14. July 7, cloudy
My first job was at a company owned by a father and son. I was a clerk of record and my direct supervisor was Mr. Alden. The salary was a little higher and I got off work a little later.

And Mr. Alden kept a close eye on me.

Of course, I did an excellent job, and for some reason, Alden had a heart attack and died, and I was promoted to the top of the company.

The salary was a little higher, I got off work a little later, and the senior staff sitting at my previous table had flames of jealousy in their eyes.

and……

Damn little Grover and his equally damned father, old Grover!

I have to find an opportunity {crossed out}
Theoretically, if one of my superiors died, I could still continue to get promoted.

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14. July 1, cloudy
The disappearance of Glover Jr. left a vacant seat on the board, and I got it.

Oh, it looks like old Glover has discovered something?
Should I {be crossed out}.

Before that, I must drink the latest dream potion and see if I can find the entrance to the Hundred Layers World.

Before that, one must first go deep into the ether.

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14. June 1th, sunny
I dreamed...I dreamed of that carnival city, upside down, overlapping left and right, with only endless masks laughing and falling...

I dreamed of the palace of blood and flesh again, and the huge beasts... human faces, seven horns, countless mouths and throats. They chewed and swallowed, seeming to enjoy everything, yet seeming to have nothing...

Suddenly, I seemed to be on a battlefield, destroying everything with iron and fire, and I seemed to be surrounded by beautiful women, enjoying each other's company...

I dreamed of that indescribable realm - a world of endless smiles, decadence and revelry.

The city walls refracted distorted light like a mirror, and the sky and the earth seemed to be upside down. I wandered in that endless masquerade, my steps were light but involuntary, and the laughter in my ears was like a knife cutting through my soul.

His breath was pervasive, smooth as wine, yet burning like needles.

Every nerve in my body trembles in joy and pain. That is the territory of "Shavon", the limit of senses, insatiable desires... The figures before my eyes are twisted and corrupt, and they are lost in intoxication.

Oh, praise the great Shakespeare.

You are the goddess of beauty, you are the god of wine and joy.

I have acquired a new invisibility skill!
I found a way to enter the Hundred Layer World!
But I want more and more!

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14. June 1th, sunny
I was dragged into another dream, a decaying palace in the darkness, with pus flowing on the walls and undead vines growing on the ground.

My skin felt like it was rotting, yet I could feel a kind of warm shelter.

No, no, no! ! !
Dear Father, forgive me!

That ancient god of decay, who sacrificed everything for peace and immortality.

No matter how I struggled, my limbs gradually became numb, and I rested in His arms, perhaps never able to break free.

[I have seen too much. An unknown fear is gnawing at my hopes with its sharp teeth; a fear of existence itself.]
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@%&月#￥%日{chaos}
A hundred worlds, Limansu, twenty-four crowns, twenty-four hours...

The Jailer, the Book Burner… The Order of the Inhaler, the “Cup”…

...The named one, the immortal one...

Incomprehensible... unbelievable... the ravings of a madman, nonsense... meaningless...

Shakespeare, kind father, Shakespeare, kind father, Shakespeare, kind father!
Kind father, kind father, kind father!!
I'm done!
I'm done!
I found it... the truth!
His name is -- Dai {crossed out}
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@%&月#￥%日

Must dream again {scribbled notes, full of struggle}
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@%&月#￥%日 In a trance, I saw the battlefield in the distance, where flames and blood were intertwined, berserkers raised their blades high, and the roar of the Blood God shook the world.

Every shout carries the madness of blood and the glory of battle.

I seemed to have raised my weapon and swung it at the endless enemies, my hands stained with blood, and the world became blurred in the frenzy of battle.

[I'm very happy, I guess.]
When I opened my eyes, my pillowcase was soaked with sweat and His whispers were still echoing in my ears.

I found comfort.

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14. July 2, cloudy
Phew, I'm finally awake after being in a daze for such a long time.

I really can't believe that there is such horror in reality, but... but it is so desirable. It reminds me of the church and customs in the small village in my hometown, which are so... consistent with what is said in the book.

I may be crazy to believe something so ridiculous, but I see the possibility of being truly "alive".

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February 2rd light rain

I read those books again, but I couldn't absorb any new nutrients.

I was hungry for more. Fortunately, the lady left an address.

It was a poorly lit bookstore located on a rather unsightly bend of a creek.

A soft yellow light shone through the dusty windows.

The store manager, Ms. Moran, nodded to me as I walked in, but she didn't stand up. "I never ask a customer's name."

She told me this without waiting for me to introduce myself.

I could hear the forbidden words, as if they had broken through the confinement of paper and ink.

I felt the sweetness of knowledge and the hunger of desire.

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Heavy rain on February 2

My desire for the forbidden grew, but I had so little to offer.

At that time, I once again found a new way to enter dreams.

The dream shifted once again, and fragments of knowledge flowed through my fingertips like quicksand.

The trajectory of the stars is disordered, and the lines of fate are entangled with me like tangled vines. Between light and shadow, pairs of eyes are staring at me, unfathomable.

The secrets of the great Lord of Deception are endless, like a scroll of the universe unfolding before me.

Knowledge is dangerous. My mind is lost in a myriad of possibilities and my sanity is on the verge of collapse.

But I have acquired extraordinary knowledge, and through His hands I have deciphered the treasures that Shakespeare left me:

“The spirit longs for transcendence, but the body imprisons the spirit. In the struggle of the spirit, the body produces all kinds of desires. These desires chase us, drive us, and make us restless.

Everyone is a servant of desire, but it shouldn't always be that way.

The mixture of desire and spirituality keeps us imprisoned in this world and unable to set foot in reality.

Let desire burn and boil.

The spirit and desire are separated, and they reach the twenty-four gods of the hundred-layer world. "

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February 2 Heavy rain

I offer my determination and devotion and follow the guidance of my desires.

As the ceremony progressed, the hunger from the soul grew stronger.

I devoured my tendons, veins, blood, bone marrow, and head... I had never felt so delicious and fulfilled.

Shakespeare looked at me lovingly. As my flesh and blood squirmed, I grew my head, bone marrow, blood, tendons, and sinews again...

The original imprint was engraved on my body, I devoured myself, and made me more complete.

As a witness, Elrich was shocked by the miracle and my sacrifice, and became my first believer.

"The Saint of Desire" is now established. As the leader, I will begin the great cause of changing this world!

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Sunny September 7
Old Glover also disappeared, and I got his company.

The heart of the company is the accounting department, where money flows like the tide.

The limbs of a company are the employees who come and go, and the company relies on them for its activities.

I and other directors are the heads of the company.

Now, I am not afraid of "scandal" and I am not short of "money".

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Sunny September 10
With my study of the invisible art and my blessing, I can finally roam and sleep in passionate dreams.

Everyone who has studied history knows that there are no walls in Mansu.

The woodland grows outside the Mansu Wall, and the glow cannot reach the woodland, so the woodland is dark.

The woodland before the darkness, with its green like poisonous fruits and its rhizomes as red as fleshy stone marrow.

I must pass through here and reach the Holy Residence.

Praise Shakespeare.

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October 1 Cold
In the endless forest, I held the "flame lamp" in my left hand and held the "key" in my right hand. With the light, I walked through the confusion, scratched my skin, sprained my ankle, and fought with the "giant insect shell species"... Finally, I reached the edge of Mansu and knelt down before the pure white door.

The coldness of the door made me tremble, and the deceased who was walking with me did not hide his malice. I remained unmoved and told my desires under the door. The desire for money, the yearning for power, the obsession with love, the pursuit of sensual satisfaction...

I pressed my fingers against it, felt its coolness, and watched it open.

As the door opened, my mouth closed, tightened, and healed like a deformity disappearing.

All around me and on my body is the cobalt blue light that permeates the hundred-layer world.

The new doctrine was engraved on my spirit, and I looked directly at my desires.

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Cloudy on August 11th
The situation began to go against me. The "Book Burners" and the "Jailers" continued to trace the clues left by Crovitte, and many believers have fallen into their hands.

Is it...

No! Never will!
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November 13th Confusion
There was a bloody beast horn as a spiked roadblock, wide enough for a ship to pass through.

It was broken long ago, and its wounds have never quite healed. I saw the infinitely large serpent coiled around the stag, carrying on its back an incalculable amount of knowledge, so much so that it would take all the books that have been, are yet to be, and will be written to contain it.

The snake looked at me and said, "Those who are not extraordinary cannot pray for wisdom, let alone understand knowledge."

And he said, "Yes, there are those who are not ordinary and yet are knowledgeable.

If you can answer any one of my ten questions, I will admit that you are one of them:

Where is Yaoyang singing?
When does the black moon howl?

Who is in charge of order now?
Why did the past exist to shed tears?
Where is the end of the ascension?

Where is the book storage?"

[Part of the content is illegible]
The dogma is engraved in my brain, I know it, I understand it, I "know it".

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February 1 Heavy rain

The jailer arrived.

It was accompanied by fire and explosion.

My followers used their flesh and blood to resist but it was useless. Finally, they broke into the sacred sacrificial site, saw the magnificent altar, and saw me complete the last step of the ritual. Endless red light spread here from an unknown place. Under the power of the red of war, our bodies are indestructible, our wills are fierce and fanatical, and our desires are endless.

[Part of the content is illegible]
I stabbed the last jailer with my spear.

Our blood is intertwined with the enemy's blood, our corpses are overlapped and intertwined with the enemy's corpses, the temperature of iron and fire has not yet cooled, and the refreshing smell of gunpowder is still pervasive.

How sacred this is! The desire for slaughter is satisfied, and the spirit looks at Mansu in peace. I see the praise of the Blood God and Shavon.

The dogma is engraved on my body, and the war has given me medals, making me more brilliant.

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@%&@%&@%&
The enemy's corpse is the best altar, and one's own desires are the best sacrifices.

On the altar in the center of the battlefield, amid the prayers of all the believers and as the ceremony progressed, I released my repressed desires.

In an instant, the flames of desire engulfed everything. All people and all things were apostles of desire.

The red of war has come again, from the corpses of the defeated, from the roar of guns and cannons, and from the pervasive smoke.

He cuts off superfluous desires so that I wouldn’t be overwhelmed by them.

I am tempered in the fire of desire, baptized in the red light, and they become one with me

My body was burning with desire and I let out shrill screams.

But my soul is at peace and no longer disturbed by desires.

I looked at the landscape painting of "Gotham" and suddenly found that the Ambassador was inside. He led my soul into an indescribable painting, through an indescribable landscape, and leaped into the kingdom of God of "parents".

The believers' eyes were filled with tears as they witnessed with their own eyes the burning desire and the ascension of the soul.

Oh, and my journal must stay.

Now I see where the suction device is.

I saw the Being of the Lost Hour - He wanted me to be the Named One.

Shakespeare asked me to follow Him and become a librarian.

I walked towards Him, and suddenly, there was a roar from the sky.

I looked up...

That is……

The jailer's "God-killing Sword", with its destructive light, will destroy my cult!
A man appeared, that was...

Lord of the Abyss?

He actually got into a fight with Shakespeare's ambassador!!!

That is...

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