In the bedroom.

Sulu lay on the bed sheet and was sleeping, paying attention to his attribute bar:

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Name: [Sulu Portley]

Occupation: [Mysterious Scholar] (Second Level)

Rank: [2]

Title:【None】

Strength: [1.6], Agility: [1.3], Physical: [2.2], Spirit: [4.0]

Inspiration: [4.0]

Skills: [Corpse Creation Lv1], [Maga Fighting Technique Lv5], [Soul Out of Body Lv3], [Spiritual Pressure Lv2], [Spiritual Thorn Lv3], [Magic Item Making Lv1]

Passive: [General Hebrew lv3], [Basic Physics lv5], [Demon Hunting Knowledge lv4], [Ancient Hebrew lv2], [Goram lv1], [Mysterious Knowledge lv1]

xp:【320】

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"The rest has not changed, but basic physics has unknowingly increased one level. Is it caused by my research during this period?"

Passiveness and skills can actually be improved through active learning, and the experience value only accelerates this process.

During this period, Sulu studied a large number of physical materials in order to "invent" telegrams, and it was normal for this improvement.

"I don't know how many points and identity improvements I can get this time... I hope I can directly enter the core of Green Tree Castle! In that case... my other plans will be activated."

Sulu thought of the city of Nya.

As the first hometown of time travelers, he still has a lot of feelings for it after four years of college.

If possible, of course I don't want it to suffer any huge changes.

Therefore, when I discovered that there might be a huge black hand hidden there, I immediately thought about reporting it.

But measuring the strength of both sides is tantamount to suicide. If you are discovered and tracked, there may be some prophetic spells in this world, so you won’t die too miserably.

Therefore, I have been delayed until now, just to find a force that I can rely on.

And this is also a protection for Beatrix.

Sulu has never forgotten the corpse girl who was suspected to be favored by the moon.

‘Bethis… shouldn’t be as good as me, right? After all, she doesn’t have an attribute bar to help cheat…but with the golden fingers that Yuezhi favors, it seems to be similar…’

When Sulu thought of Beatriz Taylor, she felt a little tooth pain.

"Um?"

Suddenly, his expression moved and he sensed some strange aura around him.

"The power of the extraordinary side? Or is it more inclined toward the spiritual world type!"

As a [Mysterious Scholar], Sulu was very sure and couldn't help but sneer: "I don't dare to use extraordinary abilities without voluntarily. Is there someone dealing with me like this?"

He opened his inspiration and immediately saw a trace of mysterious black aura.

They penetrated out of the spiritual world like hair, as if they wanted to wrap around themselves.

“Doom? Disease?”

Sulu gently twisted his fingers and wrapped his black hair around his hand, playing with it carefully: "A weak curse! The effect is roughly the same as that of a pricking villain... It is far worse than a demon or even a demon profession!"

Not to mention that he is already a second-level elite at this time, even a first-level extraordinary person can resist it!

"The enemy is very weak...it seems to be because I've been so popular lately and I've become jealous?"

Sulu was not surprised that there were extraordinary things in the Institute of Electrical Sciences.

Some senior researchers have made sufficient contributions and are completely able to get in touch with the extraordinary world.

Moreover, the points they have accumulated may be exchanged for one or two professions, and this is the beginning of extraordinaryness!

"It seems... I'm just bullying me as a newcomer! But... you will never know the impact of the telegram!"

Sulu thought with a sneer.

Even if he is really an ordinary person, he can produce such experimental results and is enough to receive attention from senior management. Once something unexpected happens, the institute investigates it and can the conspirator be better?

However, Sulu was not prepared to do so.

On the contrary, he also regarded this matter as an opportunity to actively expose his "speciality"!

If you want to enter the core, there must be a check. Facing more advanced professions, the extraordinary power cannot be hidden, and Su Lu is not ready to hide it.

He has shown his value through telegrams, and compared with this, nothing else is nothing.

"The soul is out of body!"

Sulu's spiritual leaps out of his body and enters the spiritual world.

The strands of black hair became the most obvious signpost at this time, allowing him to follow the traces and come to another dormitory building.

In some dark room.

Pentagrams are depicted on the ground, and candles are lit at the corners to form a ceremony.

In the middle of the pentagram is a rough doll with the name of Sulu written in ancient Hebrew.

Wiktor's eyes were too long, and he was singing a spell in his mouth. He held a dagger with runes engraved in his hand, and stabbed the doll in the chest.

"Curse you in my name!"

"Sulu Portley! You will be shrouded in doom, you will be plagued by illness!"

...

"What's going on?"

After a moment, Wickdor stopped the ceremony with a gloomy face: "Why has the curse not been successful yet? I can't get 'feedback'..."

"That's because you're too weak!"

A voice suddenly sounded from the darkness.

Sulu's spirit jumped out of the spiritual world directly, and the candle in the corner of the five-pointed star magic circle on the ground instantly extinguished.

"You are...Sulhu Portley?"

Wickor is obviously a spellcaster, and he can see Sulu: "Are you a superman? It's impossible... why are you so strong? I understand... You must have hidden your identity, and I want to report you to the institute!"

He was startled first, and then turned into ecstasy, with a little madness.

"First-level [apprentice]?"

Sulu looked at Wickdor and confirmed his identity.

He has always been very careful not to let his hair and blood flow out. This Wickor can only curse his name with his own magic power.

Moreover, because it is not a curse profession, its power will be reduced by a few more.

If it weren't for the close distance, using the opponent's first-level magic power, it might have no effect on ordinary people!

‘Of course…Wickdor is not stupid. He did not pray to other beings, which would have a high probability of affecting himself, and did not curse me for death, but curse me for illness…’

Sulu looked at the arrangement and quickly understood everything: "Report? I was just thinking about it, you actually cursed your colleagues! It's so bold!"

Boom!

His thoughts moved, and his spiritual pressure evaporated.

Wikdor's face changed. Before he could make a quiver, he felt a terrifying force attacking. He knelt on the ground and almost collapsed into mud.

Seeing this scene, Su Lu had no expression on his face and continued to hurt the other party's spirit.

【xp+30】

On the experience bar, a prompt pops up.

"Sure enough... I gained experience because I hurt his spirit? The same is true for the previous defeats. Leaving a psychological shadow is also a kind of harm to the spirit?"
Chapter completed!