Silas spread out white paper on the table and wrote on it with his pen.
"Currently available combat methods:
One: Revolver (ordinary bullets and enchanted bullets)."
He frowned at this line, paused, and awkwardly added a note after it: "Marksmanship has considerable room for improvement."
He continued writing:
"Two: Secrets Suppliant rituals."
"Special note: Most are extremely evil, requiring the sacrifice of life or extreme emotions.
The target of these ritual prayers is the True Creator, and the effects obtained will also make oneself depraved and insane."
After this line, Silas wrote: "It can only be grasped, never practiced."
He had deep insights on this point.
The miserable results of Sirius and Hanass after they performed their rituals were still vivid in his mind.
Moreover, he had acquired a truly large number of these types of rituals... or rather, far too many.
He even had a suspicion that ordinary Secrets Suppliants wouldn't master this many rituals.
These things crammed into him seemed to be frantically encouraging him to jump into a pit of fire.
Damn True Creator, causing so much harm.
Silas cursed silently, then continued writing.
"A small portion of rituals pray to entities other than the True Creator.
The ritual effects are weaker and can be attempted, but still require caution..."
"Three:"
When writing the third item, he hesitated for a while, but still wrote it down.
"Three: The Hidden Sage."
"An equally dangerous evil god. The only difference is just one point: He is not the True Creator.
Perhaps when facing threats from the True Creator, I could... no, it's still too dangerous. Unless it's a life-or-death situation, don't try it either."
Silas put down his pen and looked at the three items he'd written, gradually showing an expression somewhere between laughter and tears.
Because most of these were extremely dangerous abilities that were strictly forbidden to use.
The remaining parts, like the handgun and such, he was purely a newbie with no talent for.
But based on this review, he roughly figured out the direction of his future efforts.
First, he still needed to continue practicing marksmanship, at least to the point where every shot hit the target. Higher precision could wait for now.
Second, learn some rituals or auxiliary magic that didn't carry such a heavy burden, like divination or something.
Hmm, that charm Royale had used before seemed to have been obtained through rituals related to the Goddess. He could try to learn that.
Finally, stay away from those dangerous things.
Silas still hoped for a stable life.
He now felt that if he really couldn't go back, staying here and living like this with Cecilia would be pretty good.
Going to work regularly, occasionally encountering some minor thrills that could be solved by the Captain and others while he cheered from behind.
Then after work, he'd go home. Once he'd saved enough money and his sister had finished school, things could be even more settled...
"Hehe."
Just then, he heard a twisted, malicious laugh. Looking down, in the shadows under the desk, Sirius, with his bloody, shattered head, stretched out a hand covered in tumors and grabbed his ankle!
Holy crap!
Silas felt his scalp about to explode. He yanked his leg back hard, then kicked viciously, only to hit nothing but air.
"You've long been a believer of the Lord, blessed by the Lord's favor, and you still want to live an ordinary person's life? Stop dreaming!"
Silas's leg passed through Sirius's body. He laughed mockingly, constantly speaking venomous words.
It seems to be a hallucination.
Silas couldn't help but step back.
"Bang, bang!"
The bedroom window glass was knocked from outside.
Silas looked up and saw a figure pressed against the second-floor glass. It was Hanass, covered in blood all over his body.
He grinned with a mouth that extended to his ears, his head constantly knocking against the window.
Under the black robe, two twisted human faces writhed, letting out shrill screams.
The world became dark. Rustling sounds came from the corners, and irregular black lines writhed at the edges of his vision.
Erosion from the True Creator?
Silas shook his head, but no illusory sound of ocean waves rose in his mind. On the contrary, he felt a slightly tipsy confusion.
Not external erosion. Could it be a problem from within myself?
He recalled the mysticism course he'd taken before.
Old Neil had once said that when spirituality was consumed too much or one fell into fatigue, drowsiness, and other states, it could lower a Beyonder's mental resistance, making them more likely to lose control and experience hallucinations.
I know. It's probably because I drank alcohol, right?
Silas thought of the bottle of champagne on the dining table.
The alcohol had affected his spirit, causing him to have hallucinations. He couldn't help but shake his head.
It seemed he'd need to give up drinking from now on.
So he sat on the bedroom bed and tried to meditate and relax his mind. Sure enough, as his mind became calm, hallucinations like Sirius gradually disappeared, leaving only some shadows in the corners of his vision.
Only then did Silas breathe a sigh of relief.
He stood up, lit the paper covered in his handwriting and burned it clean, then carefully ground the burned paper ashes into fine powder and poured them into the wastebasket.
After that, he washed up and went to bed.
When he lay on the bed and closed his eyes, he seemed to see once again the faces of the two people he'd killed.
Fortunately, he didn't care. He just turned over, pushed them aside, and fell asleep peacefully.
***
A few days later, in the armory of Blackthorn Security Company:
"Very good. You've completely mastered Hermes." Klein clapped lightly, a smile on his face.
"Your talent is exceptional.
At this rate, Ancient Hermes and Ancient Feysac probably won't be much of a challenge for you either."
"That's mostly because you're such a good teacher."
Silas smiled and set aside the test paper he had completed perfectly.
Jokes aside, he didn't think he had particularly high talent.
Learning Japanese in his past life had been difficult.
That learning Hermes went so smoothly this time was very likely due to the "Secrets Suppliant" potion in his body, because Hermes was precisely the language and script used in mysticism rituals.
"The way you put it, I could even consider teaching foreign languages at Tingen University." Klein also smiled along with his words without taking it seriously.
He probably guessed the reason for Silas's rapid learning. "All right, that's it for Hermes. I need to go to the divination club now."
"I hope you have lots of customers today."
Silas said.
Klein's pathway Sequence 9 was Seer.
He didn't know what Klein was thinking, but he'd actually gone to the divination club to divine for people.
He heard Klein earned very little money each day, but was tireless in his enjoyment of it.
Also, Old Neil's property had officially been transferred to Silas's name, but he hadn't moved there to live.
Not for any other reason, mainly because the suburbs were too far from his sister's school.
So Silas had asked Dunn to find suitable people to rent it out, at a rent of 18 soli per week.
This money not only covered the rent for 6 Daffodil Street, but also left some extra pocket money.
After seeing Klein off, Silas didn't go upstairs either, because today he was on duty guarding the armory.
It was called guard duty, but basically it was just slacking off. Generally, no one came to disturb him.
So he grabbed a pile of mysticism materials from the data room next door and began to self-study.
Here there were both internal Nighthawk materials and some collections from civilian sources.
If you just browsed randomly without a goal, it was quite interesting.
For example, he came across something called "Roselle's Diary."
It was said to be a coded diary left behind by that transmigrator predecessor he hated so much, which no one had been able to decode to this day.
Silas opened the box with curiosity and clearly saw written on it... Japanese?