Chapter 4 (2/2)

He had been trying to avoid thinking of the family. He stopped digging as soon as he collected some basic information.

Until today, when all of these memories finally gushed out.

Now, he was finally 100 percent the real Thulhu Botley!

Thulhu released a long sigh as his brain worked quickly.

He could tell from the letter that Roald, his elder brother, was involved in something big, and he was asking for help. Was this about the book page?

So what was he going to do? Going back home was out of the question. Although he knew about the existence of the extraordinary world, Thulhu still had to carry out his original plan and become successful first in mundane society.

As for extraordinary power? He decided to study it on his own first.

Thulhu was well aware that White Eagle Union was a big country equipped with outstanding military power, and should never be underestimated.

Even if he was an extraordinary man, he couldn’t stop bullets with his bare hands.

And Thulhu believed that the union was also studying extraordinary power.

The most direct proof was the churches of the Seven Gods!

Thulhu had wondered why the churches were so influential in the union. Now he understood. Behind each church was a true god, and the gods weren’t even at their full potential right now.

Therefore, while he did have a cheat code, he still had to be cautious.

However, peace wouldn’t last long. The Botley family had served the Goddess of Light for generations, but part of the family had only moved here at the end of the first Saint War, along with followers of the Goddess of Light Church. Basically, it was all on record.

Thulhu thought to himself seriously that once Dawn came, the government would for sure respond very quickly. Then what should he do?

He searched for a while on the panel but found nothing else. He was looking for something like “Demon Hunter Blood,” but there was nothing. There was no such talent.

Basically, the previous owner of this body had only learned ancient Heber and some demon hunting skills.

Ancient Heber wasn’t easy to understand at all. Also, this body’s previous owner had picked up some basic knowledge and hunting skills as if he was just listening to some horrible story.

As for promotion through a ritual toward becoming a real extraordinary, Thulhu had no clue how that was done at all.

His father, who was only an amateur hunter, had tried, and had failed at great cost.

“Extraordinaries…”

Thulhu rubbed his chin and murmured the word. In the family, the father’s name was Doncaster, and the elder brother Roald.

Thinking of the fact that Roald was coming to visit him, Thulhu felt a mix of excitement and fear.