NOVEL ONLINE FREE Chapter 37
Chapter 37: Wit Gold Walks into the Abyss
When astronomy class ended, the night had deepened to blackness.
Only a full moon hung high in the sky, its light pure and bright.
The students only then realized that tonight was a full moon!
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Dark Demon walked down a narrow path, far away from the crowds, needing to find an isolated corner to calm himself.
Inside St. Marian’s Castle, there were constructs patrolling at night.
He avoided the constructs and found a windowed area nearby, hiding himself inside and sitting on the windowsill, his head tilted up to gaze at the full moon in the sky.
On the bell tower, suddenly gazing closely at the full moon made his emotions uncontrollably fluctuate, his whole body feeling slightly feverish.
The cause was undoubtedly the “Bliss”!
Seeing the “+1 Bliss” slowly drift by in his vision, he realized that the moon was a symbol of “Bliss”!
Before this, he had never imagined that the seven capital sins could be so closely linked with the stars.
The great sin, known as the source of evil.
The stars, revered as the beginning of the gods.
Why could they be connected?
What exactly was the essence of these great sins?
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Thought is a form of movement.
Once started, it’s hard to stop.
Dark’s gaze shifted, suddenly noticing a figure passing by on the external bridge below.
It seemed someone else, like him, couldn’t resist the loneliness of the night.
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Wit Gold confirmed that he had reached a crossroads in his life.
He had transferred his credits to Robert earlier, leaving him with only 30 points.
Robert, now with 100 points, could finally buy the materials for crafting a “Magical Beast” from Professor Kazel.
Rumors said that the materials for crafting a magical beast were quite expensive, and the time to buy them with 100 credits was only during the initial learning phase.
With only one night left before the next magic guidance class, tonight was Robert’s last chance.
This was a critical moment; Wit should have been assisting Robert in completing his homework.
But he slipped out while Robert went to see Professor Kazel.
This was Wit’s first time going out alone at night.
The vast castle felt cold and eerie when no one was around.
Wit wasn’t easily frightened, but he couldn’t help shivering slightly.
Only when he arrived at an external bridge and focused on the thick black book in his hands did the chill gradually dissipate.
Waiting until the moonlight shone directly down,
Wit opened the book under the moonlight, revealing a short sentence: [Walk into the abyss, gaze into the abyss.]
As the moonlight touched the text, the originally smooth words suddenly trembled in his vision, transforming into another script he had never seen but could understand.
-[Dispel the mist, reveal the truth, the full moon will guide you.]
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He obtained this book, “Into the Abyss,” on the second day of school, during his first visit to the library.
To complete the assignment for the summoning spell class, he searched for information about “Minotaur.”
He found this book hidden in a corner.
After confirming with Robert that only he could see the changes in the text,
Was it a surprise or a sense of destiny?
Wit felt as if he had been chosen.
His surname was Gold, his lineage traced back to the legendary “Hero,” yet apart from initially being welcomed and celebrated by the students, he felt no specialness as the “Hero’s Child.”
Until he discovered this book!
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“Full moon!”
A word that itself was captivating.
A month of play had almost made him forget this book hidden in the drawer.
Only tonight, during astronomy class, when he closely gazed at the full moon, did he remember this book.
Unable to contain his excitement, he finally brought the book here.
When the moonlight shone on the paper for about fifteen seconds, the transformed text changed again.
Pink mist rose and formed a shape, guiding him along.
Wit was overjoyed, immediately following the guidance and running forward.
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Above, Dark, who was slumped on the windowsill, witnessed everything, naturally seeing the pink arrow visible only to certain people, his gaze growing strange.
“Should I follow it or just let it go?”
If this had happened yesterday, Dark would have ignored it.
But tonight, his heart was restless.
He pulled out the selection card, injected a bit of mana, and summoned the imp beast.
“Go, follow.”
“Yes, sir!”
The imp beast immediately spread its wings and flew down.
Dark jumped out and quickly walked towards the bridge below.
With the selection card in hand, he could clearly know where the imp beast was flying.
After crossing the bridge, he slowed down.
Maintaining a fixed distance, he followed steadily, despite not being able to see Wit.
Time had passed to nine thirty in the evening, and apart from the clumsy constructs, no one else was in sight.
He tracked him for about ten minutes.
Wit kept walking forward, but Dark suddenly heard footsteps behind him!
He thought quickly, hurriedly hiding behind an unnamed great magus statue, pressing against it.
The magus’s wide robe successfully covered him.
The footsteps grew more urgent and passed by.
Only when the sound completely disappeared did Dark sigh in relief and step out from behind the statue.
At that moment, the selection card trembled.
Soon after, the imp beast flew back.
– It lost track!
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“He seems to have noticed me and suddenly sped up, turning a corner and disappearing!”
The imp beast explained, looking aggrieved.
Dark nodded with a smile, “He didn’t see you, right?”
It wasn’t surprising that the imp beast lost track.
After all, being the hero’s child, he might possess unknown abilities, perhaps even the legendary “sixth sense” or “seventh sense.”
The question was whether the imp beast’s appearance was seen.
The imp beast shook its head vigorously: “Absolutely, definitely, not seen!”
“That’s good.”
Dark began to walk back.
“There wasn’t really any need to pursue further.”
He didn’t take it too seriously.
St. Marian’s Castle was full of uncertainties.
Its history was too ancient, its secrets too distant.
Too many people had forgotten the past.
When the long-hidden secrets surfaced, the dust of history would eventually clear.
And truth always came with the mist.
Who would uncover the mist?
Who could grasp the truth?
The hero…
Is still here…