Author: Charlot Meburg

  A fragment of sciousness suddenly gave birth to a thought: “Who am I?”

  Immediately, tless fragments of sciousness were drawn together, coalesg into a sed thought: “I am Charlot Meburg!”

  Then a third thought emerged naturally: “No, I am Huang Haisheng.”

  As these three thoughts surfaced oer another, more fragments of sciousness gathered. The memories of two individuals iwined and mixed, but soon, a dominant sciousness suppressed all the chaotic thoughts: “I am Huang Haisheng, who has transmigrated to this world, taking the pce of someone named Charlot Meburg.”

  In an instant, the memories of the two individuals became distinct. The scioushat represented Huang Haisheng uatingly devoured the other set of memories.

  Charlot opened his eyes slightly, feeling an unbearable headache and an overwhelming disfort, as if he had just endured a harsh punishment.

  Yet at this very moment, his mind was extraordinarily clear. Whether it was the memories belonging to Huang Haisheng or those of Charlot Meburg, every detail was vividly id out before him. Evei moments were crystal clear, and Huang Haisheng’s fluen both ese and English, as well as Charlot Meburg’s mastery of seven Old ti nguages, now felt as fresh and familiar as if he had just studied them.

  He recalled that due to practig Blood Glory, he had triggered the dest of an evil god once summoned by Charlot Meburg. But this wasn’t the worst of it—this dest also maed the lingering sciousness of the fn god of chaos, Agmirs, which had actally tainted him earlier. The csh betweewo gods shattered his sciousness intments.

  Charlot didn’t even know how he mao gather his awareness and recover, but there was no time to dwell on this mystery. His physical state was in plete shambles.

  Charlot pressed his hand to the ground and struggled to stand up. Trembling, he poured himself a gss of water and forced it down. The crity in his mind improved slightly.

  “That was terrifying!”

  “The evil gods of this world… are they really that fearsome?”

  “After all this time, how could that diary still summon an evil god?”

  “All I did was barely touch that a scroll, and its lingering sciousness mao corrupt me!”

  “If ordinary people entered an evil god, wouldn’t they have no ce of survival?”

  “If it weren’t for their csh…”

  “I’d definitely be dead.”

  Charlot’s barely-trolled body colpsed onto the sofa, and suddenly, he felt something was amiss.

  A few mier, he excimed in shock, “What’s going on?”

  The Eye of Insight rune on his forehead had bee tless times more intricate, faintly f the shape of as range of insight had expanded from a radius of fifteeo over a hueps, enpassing the ey of 58 Elysée Avenue. From bird’s-eye views to close-ups, from east to west, from north to south, he could adjust the perspective at will.

  About half an hour ter, Charlot came to accept a cept well-known to all natives of the Old ti:Summoning an evil god—danger and opportunity coexist.

  To gaze directly at an evil god results in a sudden surge in spirituality!

  However, ued and excessive growth in spirituality often leads to madness, death, or annihition!

  But if one could resist such effects, the increase in spirituality was a gift from the evil god.

  This was an exceedingly dangerous and ironic reward.

  By gazing at not o two evil gods and surviving, Charlot’s spirituality had increased to an unparalleled degree. His Eye of Insight ability had also been enhanced more than tenfold.

  Typically, it would take decades of practig Blood Glory, alongside profound mastery of the Blood Feast Meditation Teique, to elevate the Eye of Insight to a level resembling an actual eye.

  It was only after a long while that Charlot’s headache subsided to a bearable level, and he recalled that this wasn’t the first time he had gazed upon an evil god…

  This expined why, since his return from es, his Blood Glory had been improving daily.

  Gng at the diary on the floor, Charlot felt his heart ch.

  This time, he didn’t hesitate. After all, the evil god had already desded.

  Si was already here…

  What was there to fear?

  Charlot picked up the notebook. As his fingers brushed its surface, a line of text appeared och-bck cover:The Labyrinth of AgmirsAuthor: Charlot Meburg

  He was deeply astonished, uo uand how the diary had transformed into The Labyrinth of Agmirs, or how he had bee its author.

  Opening to the first page, the inal diary entries were gohe pages were now bnk, except for a detailed illustration of a byrinth.

  As his fiouched the page, a surge of sciousness rose:

  “Charlot Meburg summohe vampiric progenitor, Karnstein, to vanquish a wisp of evil i from the Labyrinth God of Aggras Sea. That i was absorbed into the diary, transf it into a book titled The Labyrinth of Agmirs. The book tains fifteen pages, each depig a byrinth. If the author fails to master all fifteen byrinths within the allotted time and draw a sixteenth byrinth to prove themselves, they will lose the title of author and have their soul devoured by The Labyrinth of Agmirs. tdown: 256 days, 21 hours, and 3 minutes.”

  “Damn it!”

  “This isn’t over yet?”

  “How am I supposed to master these fifteen byrinths!?”

  He pondered for a long time but still had no clue. Frustrated, he threw the diary onto the desk. Despair welled up in him as he noticed blood-red writing on the floor that seemed to be inscribed with fresh blood. Uo resist, he tried to rub it out with his foot, but it wouldn’t budge. The blood-red text seemed seared into the floorboards.

  Charlot decided he’d get a neet to cover the writing tomorrow. It wouldn’t do for any guests to see it.

  What was he supposed to say to them? “Oh, that’s just something an evil god left behind?”

  Suddenly, Charlot realized he was hungry.

  He khis was due to the sudden surge in spirituality, which had drastically drained his body’s energy reserves. Heading to the kit, he grabbed a croissant. Even after eating it, he still felt hungry, so he grabbed another. Before he realized it, he had eaten all the croissants he’d bought that day.

  After finishing the st croissant, Charlot drank some water a slightly better. Notig the water tank in his room was empty, he thought to himself, “I should find time to return to the uy and sult the professors about mastering the Labyrinth of Agmirs.”

  “The uy professors are protected by the goddess. Surely, they wouldn’t fear these evil gods.”

  Sheffield Uy worshiped the Lady of the Bck Moon. One of the main reasons Charlot Meburg had chosen to attend this uy was because… this was the Bck Moon Epoch!

  It was the time when the goddess’s power was at its zenith!

  Charlot went to the courtyard, drew some water from the well, washed his face with the cold water, and refilled the tank. Returning to his room, he pced the water tank down and began anizing the memories that had bee vividly clear.

  He still couldn’t recall the period before Huang Haisheng’s death, but he now “remembered” how Charlot Meburg had courted disaster by summoning the evil gods.

  The Blood Feast Meditation Teique created by Protagoras required meditating on thirty-seven vampiric progenitors, cutting them apart one by one, aaphorically ing them as a feast.

  The plexity of the meditation steps and its grisly nature made it the most ferocious among all huma arts!

  At least nine of these vampiric progenitors had asded to bee evil gods in aimes, which was why the Blood Feast Meditation Teique generally advised avoiding these nine. Meditating on them was akin to… summoning an evil god.