Chapter 320

Chapter 285 – Resistance

Late at night, in East Tivyán.

In the secret room beneath the Boyle family mansion, a horrifying mummy shadow was loudly reciting ancient mystical secrets. Its dry and withered voice echoed within the confined space, and any living being that heard this information would suffer from severe toxicity, both their bodies and minds tortured to d*ath or mutation.

Within the secret room, Nunut lay on the ground, using all his strength to cover his ears, barely preventing himself from hearing the mummy’s voice. At this moment, unable to stand up, he stared desperately at Neve, who also lay on the ground far away, filled with anxiety.

“Miss… Run quickly…”

Nunut weakly shouted, but his voice could not overpower the mummy’s recitation. The sinister verses continuously penetrated Neve’s ears, invading her brain, then… extracting her spirituality.

‘Thank you, Akasha…’

Unable to speak or make any expression, Neve silently expressed her gratitude. After praying, she felt the influence of the poem on her mind rapidly dissipating. She had experienced this before when reading “The Queue of the Queen of Insects.”

After some time studying mysticism, Neve clearly understood the current situation. These forbidden knowledge contained toxins, and the great deity worshiped by the Rosy Cross, Akasha, possessed the ability to remove poison recognition. It was now that Akasha was responding to her prayer and granting her favor.

‘This undead… weakened me so much and still wants to k*ll me with the poison of knowledge… Although I’m safe thanks to Akasha, I still can’t do anything…’

Neve urgently thought to herself. Though she wasn’t affected by the poison recognition and her life wasn’t in immediate danger, she remained paralyzed under a curse. The situation had reached a stalemate.

Just as Neve was contemplating what to do next, a familiar voice suddenly resounded in her mind.

“Great Akasha, please convey this message to Senior Sister Neve, and have her start silently reciting the following from now on…

“I vow to follow this path, practice this truth, explore the hidden ways, and seek the traces of the afterlife…”

In Neve’s mind, a chant recited by Dorothy slowly echoed. Neve was startled.

‘This is… Miss Dorothyia’s voice. Can this incantation help me escape my predicament?’

Neve pondered this, immediately memorizing Dorothy’s incantation, and began reciting it in her mind.

‘I vow to follow this path…’

On the other side, the mummy’s poetry finally concluded, and when it began to proudly inspect the scene, it froze in disbelief.

The mummy’s shadow looked at Neve lying on the ground ahead, its eyes burning with a dimmer green flame. Even its expressionless, withered face seemed to show a hint of astonishment.

“How is this possible… As an ordinary human, you’re still alive after listening to the complete ‘Poem of the Dead’s Repentance’?”

Looking at Neve on the ground, the mummy’s shadow muttered. The green flames in its eyes grew deeper, as if trying to uncover the secrets of Neve’s body.

“Who? Who is protecting you, little Boyle… Who dares defy Prince Harfdal of the Tomb! Show yourself!”

The mummy’s shadow roared, realizing that there was a mysterious force it couldn’t detect protecting Neve. Unable to identify this force, it angrily demanded.

However, the response came from Neve, who started moving on the ground.

‘I wish to tread the path of ‘Silence’, though the way ahead is murky. Here I pray, beseeching the truth of the afterlife, Great Akasha, to disperse the fog and illuminate my path…’

Murmuring to herself, Neve struggled to her feet, her body weak. With her “Silence” spirituality depleted, Neve officially ascended as an Extraordinary Being, an apprentice of the “Silence” path, and a medium.

As a medium, Neve had developed some adaptability to the “Silence” curse. Coupled with the active bl**d-Eating Sigil within her, she could finally move under the powerful curse. Under the mummy’s shadow’s gaze, she stood up against the curse.

Then, with staggering steps, Neve walked to the center of the secret room amidst the mummy’s curses, gripping the scepter once again. She injected the accumulated “Enlightenment” spirituality into it. As the spirituality recharged, the amethyst embedded in the scepter faintly glowed, emitting a ghostly light.

With the influx of spirituality, the scepter’s functions were reactivated, and the protection against the Boyle family’s curse returned. Shortly after injecting the spirituality, Neve immediately felt the overwhelming sense of weakness lifting off her. She could finally stand straight.

Neve’s body quickly returned to normal, while the mummy’s shadow became blurry and distorted, gradually fading. As a manifestation of the curse, its existence was about to vanish once the curse was resisted.

“Who! Who is opposing me! Who dares protect Boyle… I will curse you… Wait until my power returns… I will make you pay…”

The mummy’s shadow gradually dissipated amidst continuous angry curses. The twisted voice slowly faded, until the mummy’s shadow vanished completely from the secret room in frustration. Neve’s sense of weakness disappeared entirely.

“Huff…”

After holding the scepter and sighing, Neve scanned the surroundings and finally turned her gaze toward Nunut, who was struggling to get up nearby. She hurried over to support him.

“Grandpa Nunut, are you alright…”

“Cough… Cough… Nothing, nothing, miss. I just got old, and the curse was too much for me… Now let’s go upstairs and drink some water…”

Coughing, Nunut replied. Hearing his words, Neve nodded and supported the weak Nunut towards the exit of the secret room.

…

Late at night, in the Boyle mansion, the old butler Nunut sat alone in a tea room on the first floor. Having recovered after drinking water and catching his breath, he saw Neve descend the stairs and enter the tea room.

“Miss… How is Master’s condition now?”

“The curse has left, and Father looks much better. There should be no danger, and he should wake up soon…”

As Neve spoke, she sat down in the tea room, in front of Nunut. Hearing Neve’s response, Nunut sighed in relief.

“That’s good…”

Sitting firmly in her place, Neve looked at Nunut, who had relaxed, and asked directly.

“Grandpa Nunut, what exactly was that mummy shadow in the secret room? Does it have any connection to my grandfather?”

“That… is the embodiment of the curse on the Boyle family. According to the former master, that mummy was a powerful ancient spirit from a tomb in North Ufeiga… He called himself Prince Harfdal of the Tomb, a noble from the ancient dynasty of North Ufeiga…”

Recalling, Nunut responded to Neve, who continued curiously.

“So, how did my grandfather provoke this spirit, causing him to curse our entire family?”

“Well, I’m not entirely sure. I was originally a slave rescued by the former master during his adventure in North Ufeiga. That adventure was conducted with a more professional team, and I usually stayed in town to handle logistics. Most of the time, I didn’t participate in the adventures…

“So, I don’t know much about that spirit. I only know that once, the former master’s team was almost wiped out, leaving only a local girl from North Ufeiga, your grandmother, who brought him back severely injured. They also brought back a lot of treasure, including the scepter that protects against the curse. Since then, the former master has been using that scepter to resist the curse. I believe it was during that adventure that the former master provoked that spirit, but he never said how exactly.”

Recalling the past, Nunut told Neve. Upon hearing Nunut’s words, Neve realized that it was her grandmother who saved her grandfather after he provoked the spirit.

After answering Neve’s questions, Nunut looked at her seriously and continued.

“Miss, I have a question for you. Tell me the truth. What secret society did you join? One that can resist curses and inject ‘Enlightenment’ spirituality into a scepter? Didn’t you say you only participated in a student secret society at school? This isn’t something an interest club can teach…”

Nunut asked seriously. In Neve’s previous explanation, she said her secret knowledge came from a student interest group studying mysticism at school. But how could such a club teach resistance against the curse of an ancient evil spirit from thousands of years ago? What kind of interest club could allocate such precious ‘Enlightenment’ spirituality?

Stunned by Nunut’s series of questions, Neve paused for a moment before responding.

“Well, Grandpa Nunut, there are many things I can’t explain to you right now. But please rest assured, although I encountered some secrets at school, I am currently safe. You see, we were just saved because of that…”

Neve said to Nunut. Hearing Neve’s words, Nunut was taken aback and sighed.

“Huff… Miss, if you don’t want to reveal your secrets, it’s fine. Given the curse threatening the Boyle family, having the power to resist curses is good. But I must remind you, in the Secret World, there are no free lunches, no absolute safety. You must always stay vigilant…”

Nunut earnestly told Neve. Listening to his words, Neve swallowed hard and nodded. Then Nunut continued asking.

“However, I have one more question for you, Miss. I hope you can answer it… Miss, are you now truly an Extraordinary Being?”

Facing Nunut’s question, Neve thought for a moment and placed her hand on her chest, nodding and answering.

“Yes, Grandpa Nunut, I am now a medium… Yes, I have become an apprentice on the ‘Silence’ path…”

“Medium…”

Hearing Neve’s words, Nunut was stunned. His gaze towards Neve revealed a complex mix of emotions. After a moment, he sighed and continued.

“Sigh… It seems this is destiny. The Boyle family… someone has once again embarked on the ‘Silence’ path. The former master’s vision of keeping future generations away from this may not come true…”

“Someone has embarked on it again… Grandpa Nunut, does this mean my grandfather was also an ‘Silence’ Extraordinary Being?”

Listening to Nunut’s words, Neve said curiously. Nunut nodded affirmatively.

“Of course, and a fairly high-level ‘Silence’ Extraordinary Being. Otherwise, the former master wouldn’t have escaped from that ancient spirit.”

Nunut said, then he looked at Neve more seriously.

“Due to too many life-threatening experiences, the former master didn’t want future generations to pursue his dangerous profession or involve themselves in the Extraordinary. So he never trained you or Master in these matters. But today, Miss, you have embarked on this path again. It must be fate…

“Miss, even though I don’t know what happened at school that led you to this path, I understand that advising you to give up and return to a normal life is unrealistic. Since things have come to this point, rather than letting you blindly advance on this path and risk making grave mistakes, it might be better to guide you properly now.

“To be honest, the former master left behind a notebook detailing his research on the Extraordinary path. This notebook contains many insights into the cultivation of the ‘Silence’ path, including the accumulation of spirituality and the rituals for advancement. It has become a secret transmission. If you truly wish to embark on the ‘Silence’ path, I believe this notebook will be of great help to you, at least guiding you through some pitfalls and reducing risks.”

Looking at Neve, Nunut said. Hearing Nunut’s words, Dorothy, who was connected to Neve’s visual field, was enlightened.