May 15

Today is a gathering in our religious department. The achievements of my classmates make me feel ashamed. A considerable number of them have a decent career, and I still rely on Infinita's help. She is a good girl with countless advantages. I look forward to our relationship going further.

May 16

Ronan found me, and he agreed with my religious insights at yesterday's party and was willing to help me find a religious job. He was such a enthusiastic gentleman, and I readily agreed.

May 18

Through Ronan's recommendation, I met the mysterious existence. They praised my academic qualifications, which made me very proud. We exchanged religions and he enthusiastically invited me to join, but I still need to consider that it is legally prohibited to join religious organizations without any official documents, but this will improve my religious knowledge, and I am sure of this.

......

June 13

I noticed Infinita met again with the man without shame, and it was the fifth time this month, even if between us... it was intolerable and I felt angry, but I had something more important to do.

......

June 22

We broke into an argument, am I thinking too much?

June 23

Will I change my destiny if I receive the reward? I am not sure, but no matter what, if I want to gain strength, I will not allow anyone to trample on my dignity, absolutely not!

......

Many pages were torn off from the middle of the diary that was spread on the table, so that the entire diary looked a little irregular. Donald, who was watching the diary, had been lying on the table and was unconscious.

His physical strength was not as good as he imagined. The continuous impact of reality and extreme mental consumption made him fall asleep while reading his notes.

**

The body seemed to be thrown into a bottomless pit, falling down, and then falling until images that can be vaguely distinguished began to appear around it.

A log table with a diameter of half a meter, with three people sitting around it, with a view somewhere next to it, and a discussion was being held on the round table.

"Donald, this is our chance to change our destiny. As long as you nod, our plan will go smoothly and we will receive unprecedented rewards!"

On the round table, a young man with a swollen eyebrow and a collapsed nose. He looked so uncompromising that he was talking to the young man who had been bowing his head opposite him excitedly.

Is that "me"?

Is this Donald's dream, and something that "I" once experienced?

Some impressive memory fragments did not completely disappear, but were reappeared in the form of dreams.

"Ronan, I want to think about it again. This kind of thing is illegal. If something happens..."

"I" called him Ronan, which is the person who introduced "I" to the cult.

Make a note of his appearance and make sure he will recognize him next time you see him.

"You should not hesitate. You are the follower of the Lord. This is a manifestation of your lack of faith. Donald, you have to make a choice immediately and go against the will of the Lord. You should know what kind of punishment will be."

The person sitting on the right spoke at this time, with a low tone and a silent deterrent. Since he turned his back to Donald, he had to change his position to see his appearance clearly, so the perspective began to change with the action of his thoughts.

However, just as I was about to see the other party, "I" who had been lowering his head suddenly turned around, and his black bloody eyes stared at Donald with a ferocious face and clenched teeth.

"I" are angry... rage!

No! That's not "me"!

**

"Ah! Hiss~"

Donald, who woke up, raised his body back suddenly, and his knee hit the table and made a dull sound, and pain followed.

The next second, Donald felt deep fear, the angry face, he never thought that he would have the expression of a quiet and elegant look in the mirror.

I stretched out the chair back and looked at the pocket watch on the table. At 3 a.m., I saw that the window in front of the desk was pitch black, which was the darkest time before dawn...

After staring at the notes on the table for a while, he picked up the pen next to him, and he wanted to write down some of the contents of last night and dreams. He is now confused, and focusing these clues on paper can make him better judge.

The words in the diary in front of me are the words of this world, but the tip of the pen is written with the square characters of the previous life. This was done on purpose by Donald, and he wanted to make sure that no one except himself knew the content.

When you are in a foreign land, you must be careful of others.

Diary message: Infinita's help (since it's a couple, why use the word help?), Ronan's recommendation (cultivists?), illegal church organizations (cults), frequent meetings between Infinita and a man (Lao Wang?), more important things (the subsequent diary was torn, this thing should happen from June 13 to June 22), and can get the reward of power (a devil-subduing ceremony that will make "I" die?)

Dream message: Ronan's instigation, oppression of unknown characters (what they demanded is probably the so-called more important thing).

List the information and then find out the key.

If Donald wants to survive in this world, he must figure out some things, such as the nature of the cult.

The predecessors participated in this organization. Generally speaking, this kind of underground association that is not accepted by the law is difficult to get in and even more difficult to get out!

In order to ensure their own secrets, it is simply a casual act to harm people within the cult who try to leave the sect. After all, as long as they are discovered by the government and the orthodox sect, they will be devastatingly hit in the shortest time.

Yes, Donald knew through the books on the table that the world's sects are extremely powerful, and there are no less than twenty formal sects officially counted by the entire Ryan Empire.

Most of these sects have their own parishes, distributed throughout the Ryan Empire.

The believers in major sects and sects have gone from princes and nobles to civilians at the bottom, covering almost the entire social class.

It can be said that believers are the foundation for every sect. Those who hide in the dark and do some sneaky activities all day to attract believers, but are unwilling to assume social responsibilities, naturally the government and the orthodox sects hate them.

"We must find a way to get out of this cult..."

Donald wanted to have a normal life, which was what he had to do. He didn't want to die inexplicably during a ceremony in the cult, nor did he want to die in the encirclement of orthodox sects. The Inquisition mentioned in the book is really not a good place.

However, at present, his understanding of this cult is only in the fragments of memory in diaries and dreams, and he can only slowly explore everything.

Putting aside this side for the time being, Donald is still facing an extremely serious problem, that is, changes in his own body.

Did you really sign a contract with the demon and gain some kind of power?

Thinking of this, Donald couldn't help but recall his situation in the alley last night. He saw the gray fog on the heads of the two murderers and the bloodshots in it, and then he burst out with the power that could control their actions.

If I can use this power, will it be helpful for the next action?

The depressed mood was inexplicably boosted. As a time traveler, if there is anything else that can make him feel safe in this world, then there is only this power that has no idea of ​​the reason.

At least it's not nothing, isn't it?

Donald has not yet discovered any other problems with using this power besides physical fatigue. In order to survive, he does not mind trying some methods he has never been exposed to.

Taking a deep breath, spreading his hands flat and putting them on the table. Donald was about to try it. He remembered that he had watched a movie. The protagonist was a skeleton who could drive a motorcycle. It seemed that he had made a deal with the demon and gained strength.

How about drawing from seniors?

"Ahem, um...I now imagine myself communicating with the fire element, condensing them in my hands...at least smoke?"

Wind element, thunder element, water element... I tried it all, and no one of the legendary elemental energy responded to Donald.

Looking at the unresponsive palm, Donald fell into depressed again. He twisted his wrist helplessly, glanced at the table casually, and then stopped on the pen.

If elemental energy does not respond, then what about simple mental power?

His finger pointed to the middle part of the pen, and his mind kept imagining the pen standing up. The next moment, Donald noticed the change in his body, and a strange feeling came from his eyebrows, as if his mind suddenly became something invisible but actually existed, extending from his fingertips.

It is necessary to compare things to...the form of water flow is similar.

Well, this does not mean that Donald's brain is in water, but that his mental power or mental power extends out of his body in an invisible state of water flow, and the amount is not large. It is roughly just the flow rate ejaculated from the outlet of the syringe after removing the needle, and the fingers are the outlet medium.

It is not to say how powerful this mind power is, but it does exist, and after a few seconds, Donald felt the outline of the pen in his mind.

The position of the fingers remained unchanged, first the trembling of the pen tip, then the swing of the entire pen. Under Donald's surprise gaze, the pen successfully stood up...

"Awesome...I'm considered a superpower?"

The joyful emotions made Donald briefly forget the current predicament, and the distraction of attention immediately made the mental power lose control.

Then came another feeling of fatigue, which was much easier than in the alleyway, but it still made Donald feel bored in his chest.

Just a vertical pen was exhausted, and this weak superpower caught Donald off guard.

After a while of rest, Donald decided to try again, this time his goal was to float, and he was looking for something lighter.

Dark red beads.

However, this time the situation happened that Donald never expected. When his mental power touched the dark red bead, the bead seemed to be activated and began to emit a light red mist, which did not dissipate, but attached to Donald's mental power.

"No, this does not belong to you!!"
Chapter completed!