CH 114

It has been about three days since Du Sixian became an official member of the Night Division. During this time, An Qing, who was in charge of training new recruits, conducted a comprehensive test of her abilities on her, and the test results were…

Seeing Du Sixian walk out of their iron maiden-like test device, An Qing frowned and filled out the data as she announced, “Alright, this was the last test.”

“How did I do?” Sixian beamed. “Am I officially part of the team?”

“Well…” An Qing hesitated. “Your results… are subtle! For now, you aren’t exactly part of the team yet.”

True enough, Sixian’s results were strangely vague. The runes have been embedded into her soul, and if she were to stimulate it with a little psychic energy, she would be able to see a vague figure of a fish on her body.

Judging from the results, the intensity of her psychic fluctuations was about Level B, which is far greater than any of their previous recruits who had just obtained a rune.

Strangely enough, she didn’t gain any noticeable abilities except for a significant improvement in her relationship with water and the strengthening of her body.

This is very contradictory—Sixian is like a high-end computer with no sort of drive system within her.

Which means that this rune was not suitable for her. Subtle results aren’t enough for the Night Division.

The word ‘subtle’ meant ‘bad’ in Sixian’s eyes, and her happy mood turned sour in mere seconds.

“Be honest, An Qing,” she muttered. “Did it fail?”

“Well…”

“Tell me the truth!”

“Sixian,” An Qing smiled as she patted Sixian on the shoulder. “Your results aren’t bad. There are many cases before you where their psychic fluctuations are strong, but there were no special abilities that were detected. However, it isn’t something that can’t be solved.”

Of course, the Night Division possesses the resources to ensure that potential psychic users will not waste their inherent talent.

They have a series of standard spells, specific spells, and even forbidden spells for psychic users to learn.

“With these tests, you may still be a genius!” An Qing encouraged.

She was genuine in her encouragement; some psychic users developed special abilities that were not only useless but hindered them from learning other spells.

Du Sixian is practically a clean slate. Since she had no special abilities, nothing would be able to hinder her from learning new spells.

“Is that true?”

“Yes,” An Qing smiled. “You’re like a diamond in the rough.”

Previously, the Night Division had psychics with no special abilities too. They had no particular bias to a core, just like Sixian, and they were considered useless.

However, somebody came up with a solution to this: he solved the problem of being useless but also formulated a set of enhancements to help them become stronger.

If you can’t use urban legend cores to power yourself, then you can use mantras or incantations to help you!

However, at that time, the Sun was still normal, and there were little urban legends roaming around the Earth. There was no need for talented psychic users, and there were also too many Night Division members.

It wasn’t until the night grew long that his proposal was brought to light again.

An Qing was fortunate enough to meet him once. She still remembered the playful smile that was permanently etched on his face.

And he was the only person she had any interest in.

Meanwhile, Sixian stared at An Qing with a huge question mark hovering over her.

‘Diamond in the rough? Is she insulting me?’

With great doubts, Du Sixian was taken back to An Qing’s office and left alone.

After a while, she returned, walking in with a large, dusty, leather suitcase and slamming the case in front of Sixian with a bang.

“W-what is this?”

An Qing’s red lips curled slightly, and she took out a silver key from her breast pocket. She unlocked it and took out a brass pipe the thickness of an arm, and it was carved with many intricate patterns as she waved it in front of Sixian.

“This giant suitcase is basically the standard equipment every Night Division has, but most of the time, we don’t use it.”

“Then… what’s the use of it?”

An Qing smiled and said, “As long as you learn how to use these, you can formally participate in our operations.”

Du Sixian looked at An Qing, then inside the suitcase. She sheepishly took out a sheepskin scroll inlaid with copper and unfolded it, revealing vigorous and powerful mantras that wrote themselves in ink before her.

[#3, CURSE OF THE RED FLAME]

After reading the contents of the scroll, something in her body seemed to stir, and her eyes couldn’t help but light up.

Something told her that she could easily learn whatever was written on these scrolls.

In the evening, Lu Yibei, who suffered as he forcibly put a stop to his transformation, hurried back to his apartment.

He told Jumeng that he has something to do during the day and will only return at night. This way, he’ll be able to avoid detection.

Opening the door to his apartment, he called out casually, “I’m back.”

“Welcome back!” Jumeng’s voice sounded from inside the house. “Do you want to eat first, or do you want to feed me first?”

Only then did he remember that he was housing a goddess under his roof.

Entering his apartment, he saw Jumeng sitting at the dining table. She wore an emerald, coral fleece coat with a penguin hoodie that she got from god-knows-where, and her snow-white legs protruded from under the jacket as she sat cross-legged at the table. In front of her were several takeout dishes of Chinese food.

“Where did you get the money to buy all these?”

“I’m a goddess, for god’s sake,” she said, rolling her eyes. “My people make offerings to me, so…”

“How so?”

“Every year, thousands of believers tie coins with red strings and throw them on a peach tree’s branches. Sometimes, they would throw money into an offering box and buy incense from a high priest. Isn’t it wonderful?”

“You’re telling me that this isn’t your money? What happened to your sense of morality?”

“Excuse you! They willingly gave their money to me. I can’t help it.”

“But…”

“If you don’t believe me, you should find your own believers, and you’ll be surprised by how many things they are willing to gift you! Oops, I forgot you’re just an ordinary human being.”

Lu Yibei grumbled in his heart, and Jumeng moved to his side as she stretched out a greasy hand, rubbing her index and thumb together. “Pay up, kid.”

“What the… Why does it feel like you’re trying to extort me?”

“Look, you went out during the day to work, and now you should have the cores on you. Fork them over.”

With her tone, Yibei couldn’t help but envision her as a delinquent blackmailing a student—perhaps she bullies her believers into giving her money!

“I-I’m just an ordinary human being like you said! It takes time for me to hunt for cores for you. By the way, I wrote down part of what I found on a set of bamboo scrolls. See if you’re able to interpret it.”

At this moment, Jumeng grabbed his wrist, brought it to the tip of her nose, and sniffed deeply.

After sticking her nose deeply into Yibei’s wrist, she looked straight into his eyes with a serious expression and said, “Bamboo scrolls, correct? When do you think these bamboo scrolls you speak of were created?”

“Long, long ago?” he tilted his head.

“Correct, but the scent of bamboo in your hand reeks of modernity. Your teacher deceived you and showed you a replica.”

‘What the f*ck? Professor Ma lied to me.

‘But… what’s the point of lying?’