Chapter 4: Ritual and Strength (1/2)

The heavy rain continued to fall through the night nonstop, and Shen Yi's heart fluttered with it. The cafe was dark. He did not turn on the lights and sat by the window in the darkness, staring outside at the night sky, not showing any signs of sleeping.

His mood was very chaotic; he wanted to make another cup of hand-brewed coffee, but in the end, he made a cup of instant black coffee. The bitter taste spread through the tongue and into the mind as if flowing into the limbs. Shen Yi was not accustomed to drinking instant coffee.

He has already determined the summoning words that appear in his mind from time to time really have a mysterious effect. People who desire something would summon him by mistake. And in the future, he is sure more people will "dial the wrong number."

Throughout the months, he had heard the summoning many times; he was prepared, but the experience just now was nonetheless startling.

Whether being in the presence of a cult or facing the sacrificial little girl, all these experiences gave him a sense of unreality.

He did not feel he was always safe and sound, and the biggest reason he did not encounter danger this time was pure luck. He had not seen any cultists at all but rather a frightened little girl who was supposed to be a sacrifice.

If he had been confronted by a vicious and sensible cultist, he would have been exposed with some probing.

He obviously was not a god.

Even if it was not exposed this time, what about next time? What about after five, six, seven, eight, or nine times?

Shen Yi shook his head and sighed. He opened his hands and clenched them hard again to ease the tension.

"If I had known it, I would not have done that ritual."

He still remembered his transmigration.

An ancient book was handed down from the ancestors in the family, containing a lot of information about secret techniques. He initially did not believe it.

However, his luck had been worse lately, and he had encountered plenty of weird misfortunes in his life. And suddenly, when he was in a state of confusion, he learned about a novel in which the main character gets a 'transit ceremony.'

His purpose was to self-suggest, relax the stress so that he could cheer himself up again. He is a person who thinks seeing is believing, and hearing is not believing. He did not assume the so-called ritual would be effective at all.The transfer ceremony was quite simple.

According to the instructions in the ancient book, he prepared a lot of yellow papers and placed them on the four edges of a table, then wrote a name on each one. Only one of them was his own name, and the rest were the names given in the book.

Shen Xi, according to the book, after turning around the table a few times, recited the incantation given in it and then took off the paper with his name. The following evenings, at the same time, he took the remaining pieces off the table one by one.After the ceremony, nothing happened.

He had thought so.

However, within a few days, he found himself transmigrating in a daze.

After transmigrating, he was initially in a bad mood. If he was given a chance to start over again, he would never perform the ceremony.

Although you can travel through - like the protagonist in the book - and even reach the pinnacle of the universe, was it even half as important as your loved ones back home?

"After experiencing the transmigration, I am no longer surprised by anything."

He had really thought so before the trembling and summoning appeared. As a result, after experiencing the events of the past few days, he had to admit that the world still had plenty of surprises for him.

With a sigh, he took a sip of instant black coffee and rose from his seat.

"It's better to sleep first and then think about it in the morning."

Shen Yi went from the side door of the kitchen to the back room.

The cafe was divided into two parts. The front part has been used for receiving the customers.

The latter part has been used for his living. It was not a big, just ten square ft, room. But although the room was small, it had everything: beds, bookcases, and clothes rack.

Sitting on the dark brown bed, instead of sleeping directly, he took out a pen and paper to write the summoning spell he had heard.

He didn't fully remember most spells but could recognize some of them.

"Well, it's awful."

I have heard twelve summons, and there are a total of seven different summoning rituals. Moreover, there should be new summonings appearing in the future.

A faint bitterness passed over his face.

"I'm afraid there will be many evil cults and similar forces that will come after me. No matter what, once my true identity is exposed, I will be dead."

Shen Yi massaged his temples and shook his head. The disappointment on his face was beyond words.

"Why can't you properly summon and not make mistakes? Do you have any professional qualities of being a cult?"