Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

That night.

Church Headquarters of the Dusk Bell.

After leaving the church, Hannibal wiped the corners of his mouth with a clean napkin and carelessly tossed it into the trash can.

Though a middle-aged man, his charm was undiminished in a suit, and he exuded a lethal attraction.

Mature and stable, extremely elegant.

He gave off an exceptionally pleasant sensation.

Then, he casually hailed a cab, "To the airport."

Sitting in the back of the car, Hannibal closed his eyes to rest for a moment, seemingly in a very pleasant mood, the smile never fading from his face.

An hour later.

The cab stopped at the airport.

Hannibal took out his wallet from his pocket and opened it. Inside the wallet's compartment, besides the plane ticket and cash, there was also a photo of a man with an indifferent face.

"I hear you're a psychologist as well. I'm looking forward to our meeting tomorrow. It's sure to be a very pleasant exchange," he said with a smile, then entered the airport's main hall.

...

Meanwhile.

A train was slowly heading towards Switzerland.

Inside the carriage, James leaned against the window, his expression slightly dazed as he looked outside, his right shoulder wrapped in bandages that still bore some dried bloodstains.

Next to him sat a middle-aged woman with what appeared to be a broken nose, exhibiting an obvious dent.

"Mr. James, we'll be arriving at the headquarters of the Dusk Bell tomorrow. You can rest easy tonight, no one will disturb you," she said.

Upon hearing this, James shook his head and replied, "Coral, I'm not sleepy right now."

Ever since receiving a secret signal from the Church, James had known his destiny: to become a nail the Church hammered into the Dusk Bell, a push for the Dusk Bell's return.

Thus, after people from the Dusk Bell Church had made contact with him, he had chosen to join.

Of course, he knew that not everyone who joined the Dusk Bell like him was an undercover agent; the majority must be hunters who had forsaken their faith.

The woman named Coral spoke indifferently, "You don't have to be too sensitive. The essence of the Dusk Bell is to deal with Evil Spirits and solve the issue of hunters' transformation into Evil Spirits."

"The Dusk Bell and the Church come from the same origin. You can consider the Dusk Bell as another sanctuary for your soul."

James coldly said, "I have completely lost hope in the Church. I lost my right hand, saved many Exorcists, yet I didn't even get a chance to join the Tribunal."

"If the Dusk Bell can give me a better treatment, solve my problems, then the Dusk Bell is my only home."

The other person nodded, "Let's hope so."

...

June 6th.

Six o'clock in the morning.

In the bedroom on the second floor of the psychological counseling clinic.

Du Wei suddenly sat up in bed, covered in sweat, his rapid breathing revealing his inner unease.

"I..."

"It seems I've had a nightmare..."

His voice was hoarse, as if dehydrated by the nightmare.

"Strange, since the curse of the nun weakened, I haven't dreamt at all. Why would I suddenly have a nightmare now?"

"And why can't I remember it?"

Du Wei's face was very pale. He stood up and pulled open the curtains.

The sky outside was still dim.

Although the rain in New York had stopped by the time he returned, it was still overcast, so the sun, which should have risen at this time, was just a faint outline.

Du Wei felt something was very wrong.

He was becoming increasingly similar to Evil Spirit Du Wei. If it weren't for the anchor point remaining stable, he might have already lost control.

But Evil Spirit Du Wei was currently assimilating the Joker Card; it couldn't possibly be done so quickly, not until at least a week later.

One could say it was overburdened.

So...

"Is this it?"

Du Wei walked over to the coat rack and took out his wallet, in which a ring was placed inside a compartment that bore the symbol val…

The trigger for the curse upon him was this very ring.

It was The Nun, translated as the nun.

Du Wei had encountered two nuns in total; the first was one he saw in his dreams for nearly a week in May. Whenever he fell asleep, the nun would appear, hideous and terrifying, like a demon.

But that nun was relatively weak, or it could be said that she was just the external manifestation of the curse. Once she emerged from the dream, the Evil Spirit Du Wei killed her directly.

The second nun was from Hill Psychiatric Hospital, the sister of Marilyn Manson. She was also one tainted by the curse, and after her death, she became a vessel for it, a different kind of Evil Spirit.

She almost drove Du Wei to a corner, and in the end, was tricked to death on a bus.

Hence, the curse on Du Wei was also weakened to some extent.

Thinking of this, Du Wei frowned and said, "But I didn't dream about it, so it shouldn't be the curse."

During this period, after the curse had weakened, it had fallen into a state of silence.

No nightmares, no nuns.

And furthermore, the curse manifested as nightmares, rendering him unable to move in his dreams. He could only feel the nun hovering above him until he managed to open his eyes—that's when the nightmare would end.

Each nightmare brought the nun closer to him.

Once it reached a critical point, it would leap out of the dream.

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Du Wei sighed, a rather unpleasant thought occurring to him faintly.

He had had a nightmare but couldn't remember the content at all—it was possible that the nightmare had been devoured.

If that was the case, then the nun would definitely reappear.

His eyes showed a hint of danger, and he couldn't help but smirk coldly, "Evil Spirit Du Wei and I have killed you twice. Even if you come out again, I'll be able to kill you a third time."

If it were before, Du Wei might have felt a lot of pressure, trying to find every possible way to deal with the curse, looking for a solution.

But now, he was no longer the Exorcist who knew nothing.

Means, abilities, trump cards.

Du Wei was lacking in none.

The most important thing was that his biggest trouble at the moment was about to grasp the rules of the game, to integrate another self who was the Evil Spirit Transformation.

As for the nun?

She could take a back seat for now...

The Evil Spirits wanting to kill him weren't just one nun; there were so many that he himself couldn't even remember them all.

...

10 a.m.

Du Wei was sitting on the sofa, eating breakfast while writing on a piece of paper.

The first column on the paper listed names.

Beneath it were items pending action.

[Evil Spirit Transformation risk: The Church provided a Cross Necklace, which counts as a temporary solution]

[Dusk Bell Church: Waiting for contact, to convey the news that Alvin is close to death]

[Evil Spirit Du Wei: Of utmost importance, a trip to Scolyn City is required, to encounter the more terrifying Mirror Evil Spirit]

[Hunter abilities:...]

When he got to the last item, Du Wei stopped writing, his fingers gently tapping the coffee table, making a crisp sound.

"Experiencing the pain of Evil Spirit Transformation, regaining my rightful abilities, this can definitely be achieved through self-hypnosis."

"But Alvin told me that if I do this, the hidden danger of my Evil Spirit Transformation would also intensify."

"In other words, where other hunters might reach the critical point at sixty, I might get there at thirty."

"I need to consider this well. Additionally, the compensation the Church is supposed to provide should arrive in the afternoon."

"Hopefully it will be a pleasant surprise. Otherwise, I'll need to recover my abilities before dealing with Evil Spirit Du Wei."