Chapter 1: Cultists

"Ten years on ......"

Looking at the furnishings in the hidden room, Shia opened his arms with emotion, as if he wanted to hold everything in the room in his arms.

A whole decade has passed since that incident happened.

As a travellers, in these years, he did not have any laziness, every day he was diligently preparing: trying to become stronger, making money like crazy, collecting raw materials ......

Everything, just for this moment in front of him.

His luck was good, even though some rare materials took a lot of effort, he still found them in the end, otherwise, it would have taken much longer.

Shia, whose full name is Shia Adelaide, comes from the southernmost province of Sacco in the Hyrum Empire, and grew up in a village with a population of no more than two hundred, where his father, who holds the title of Viscount, is the minor lord.

Although it sounds like quite good, but in fact is not imagined that kind of extravagant and gorgeous aristocratic life.

In addition to hunting, the village's agricultural production is the only source of income, where the climate is wet and cold, sunshine is not enough, crops ripen once a year, sold to the nearest town, the money returned to shave off layers of taxes to the Empire, the villagers have very little left.

Therefore, the whole village is living a very poor life.

In Shia's impression, since childhood, the main food on the table has always been dry hard black bread and bland vegetable soup, and soon after he learned to walk, his father was forcibly pulled over to participate in labor.

Although his father was more or less a nobleman, but only from the ancestors inherited the title, in addition to bringing him a certain status, and did not give the corresponding decency.

For example, although the family has a manor, but a total of only a few acres in size, but also because it has not spent money on maintenance and repair, resulting in a very dilapidated look.

Shia grew up in this small manor, in addition to his mother and father and a sister (biological) who went to the royal capital to study because of her excellent magical talent, there is only one young maid left.

Poverty, stability, warmth, fullness ...... This is the true picture of life.

The original Shia thought that this is some kind of daily series of farming stream setting, with his character and code of peace and happiness, in fact, live quite leisurely and quiet, and even some times think that this continues, in the future someday inherit the title and estate, and then married the family maid lady, give birth to two big fat boy, there is nothing wrong.

After all, like their family such as a small border noble, no foundation of power, there is no need to pay attention to what the family pair.

So Shia for all this is not much dissatisfaction, for the delayed awakening of the golden finger, it seems not so much to look forward to.

But life is always full of drama.

Especially in this unreasonable world, there exists an extremely bloody word that oppresses ordinary civilians all the time, involving them in strife and making the already difficult life even more miserable.

That vocabulary is called war.

Just overnight, the original quiet and peaceful idyllic life instantly collapsed, the so-called farming flow of the illusion of spears and war horses were instantly torn apart, turned into a completely different style of painting.

The sound of fighting, the sound of horses' hooves, the sound of fire, screaming ......

When Shia woke up from his sleep, the whole village had been stained with blood and flames, and the evil executioner with a villainous icy smile broke the entrance to the manor.

His father and mother fought to protect him until the last moment and died very tragically.

Then it was Shia's turn.

The group of invaders who claimed to be from a hostile country did not spare a child who was still underage, and to them, life seemed as cheap as a straw.

Shia was stabbed in the chest by a cold lance and nailed to the wall, blood gushing like a spring.

But until the second before he died, he stared hard at the leader of the light-armored knight without uttering a word.

Seemingly angered by the boy's eyes, the knight stepped forward with some displeasure and reached out to crush his skull - before losing consciousness, Shia vaguely saw that the lining of the opponent's light armor covering his entire body seemed to bear a sun emblem embroidered with gold silk, symbolizing the family line to which the knight was loyal.

The tragedy that night, in addition to the young maid into the city on business escaped death, only one survivor.

When Shia woke up again, it was light out.

The wounds on his body had completely recovered, even the slightest pain had disappeared, and only the remaining holes in his clothes and the broken walls outside the manor showed how horrific the evil had happened last night.

He did not die.

Not only did he not die, but he also felt an unprecedented surge of power in his body.

Although late, but the otherworldly golden fingers belonging to Shia, finally awakened.

But for him at that time, this could not be considered a surprise.

That day, it was Shia's sixth birthday.

......

Shia opened his eyes, took his thoughts back and glanced at the silver mirror beside him.

In the mirror was printed a handsome looking black-haired teenager, tall and thin, indifferent, the whole man hidden inside a wide covering dark robe.

Looking around, the small room was filled with all sorts of objects: stacks of manuscript paper everywhere, bottles and jars of liquid, the remains of unknown creatures, shiny magic gems ...... The most striking of these is definitely the strange pattern painted on the wooden floor.

The lines of the pattern are very distorted, and the whole is flushed with a bizarre bright red color, looking like an upside-down bloody mouth, emitting a playful mockery.

This is a ritual recorded in the Book of Taboos, used to communicate with certain evil and mysterious beings.

A closer look reveals that the lines that make up the pattern have many materials placed on the corners according to a pattern, each of which looks valuable, and these precious magical materials are what Shia has been preparing for the past ten years.

In order to these materials, he made money through various ways and channels, spending tens of thousands of gold coins, which barely collected the number of rituals that can be performed once.

This is a considerable amount of wealth, even in the pricey royal capital, not just anyone can afford to take out.

And before and after spending so much money, Shia wants to do, is only the successful completion of the current ceremony.

In order to become stronger.

"So, one last confirmation."

"The sacrificial materials are placed in the correct position."

"The shielding boundary is functioning properly."

"Spiritual state is fair."

The surrounding fire candles were dark and bright.

In such an environment, Shia, who was wearing a robe and concentrating on his work, looked like a cultist.

In fact, what he is about to do, no matter from which perspective, is also enough to be branded as a cultist, even if he is put in the Tower of Judgment is not too much.

Because -

He, Shia Adelaide, was about to launch a ritual to communicate with the most taboo existence in the entire continent - the extremely demon woman who was sealed in the deepest part of the endless black fog, enough to destroy the world.

And then, be killed by her!

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