Kelsen stood on the top floor of the apartment, shivering with fear. The cold night wind splashed down from the leaden sky and surrounded his skin like a noose. The electric lights on the street flickered twice and then went out. It seemed that even the lamplighters were not willing to come to replenish the street lamps with electricity in this horrible weather.
But this thin, pale man breathed in the cold wind greedily to calm down his mood after coming to another world. He only remembered that he had traveled through time, and the remaining memories were like broken lenses, with only intermittent fragments. The only thing he could remember was that the owner of this body was named Kelsen.
After calming down for a few more minutes, Kelson decided to walk back to his small room, which was still as messy as he had just seen it.
On the huge ritual formation, the hexagram pattern composed of dark red dried plasma made him shudder.
The windows were boarded up and covered with old, burnt newspapers, blocking all sunlight from entering.
The dark room made Kelson feel a little uncomfortable. He subconsciously took out a knuckle-sized bottle of electric ether from the closet nearby.
Because of the discovery of the ether element, the era of directly using whale oil as energy has passed. After the alchemical factory extracts the life ether from the whale oil, which symbolizes life and storms, the remaining by-product is the electric ether.
It is said that the master's alchemy can be used to purify the destruction ether and so on, but Kelsen's mind is in chaos and he has no time to think more about it. He inserted the bottle into the groove of the circuit board on the wall, accompanied by some kind of circulating sound, and dim light fell from above.
There were several strange items scattered around. They are a small bottle, a diary, a black book, and a fang.
Kelsen picked up the diary and tried to understand his current situation. At first, the usual records were covered with thick black ink, and only the handwriting on the last few pages was faintly legible.
June 10, 1672
The plan is imminent and I must carry it out. I don't know what the consequences will be, but I have no way out. I have acquired vampire fangs, and through experiments I have been able to control the timing of vampire fever attacks.
The patient whom I regarded as the experimenter did not know it yet and thought it was a common fever. I cured him before the change. May God bless him, and may God forgive me.
December 2, 1672
Exhausted, annoyed, and driving me crazy! What a city blessed by God, a lie! The church ignores those seriously ill patients and treats civilian clinics as morgues. The declaration of drugs and equipment has disappeared, and bandages can only be washed at high temperatures and reused.
I finally got around to continuing my plan. The weather has been very cold recently and I didn’t have money to buy charcoal, but I didn’t want to trouble Professor Zangwill anymore. I tried to nail the windows directly with newspapers and nails, and the room was just Not so cold anymore.
In addition, I found a way to make the Spell Hand work continuously. I only need to plan the mana path before ordering it to dissipate, and link it to the scroll of the next Spell Hand. I exchanged all my savings for the scrolls that I had to use. On that day, I will carry out the plan.
December 26, 1672
I had already prepared the ceremony. Although I had already obtained the ceremony drawing, it still shocked me when I actually drew it. The material was saved by drawing my own blood. Although I haven't touched a scalpel for a long time, my hand is still steady enough.
Everything that happens next is left to fate.
Kelsen glanced nervously. What followed was the unveiling of everything and the reason why he came to this world. His hands were shaking a little, and his head ached a little. The handwriting at the back is a bit messy, as if the person writing it can no longer control his strength well.
The words on it were crooked, like some kind of evil whisper, which made Kelsen feel that the air around him was beating coldly, and some kind of obscure atmosphere was echoing, like a ghost passing by.
December 31, 1672
Is it the 31st? It should be, I don't know, vampire fever makes me fall into coma and wake up sometimes, I can't quite determine the time. The previous patients were so healthy that I never expected that I would be so weak in December, after all, I had not eaten properly for a long time.
At about this time, I will soon take a liquid death potion, and within a few seconds my pupils will dilate and I will enter a state of brain death. And the magic hand will use the scroll of resurrection to turn me into a walking corpse.
At that time, the hand of the mage will initiate a ceremony to banish me in the magic circle, or the dead me, to the plane of annihilation, where my soul will be trapped in my body, and two hours later, I will die in liquid form After the poison in the potion dissipates, I will reawaken my consciousness and successfully transform my body into a vampire.
In this way, after regaining my consciousness, I will be expelled back to the material world by the plane of annihilation in a state of neither life nor death. Although doing so will greatly damage the integrity of my soul, I will truly embark on the path to transcendence!
Kelsen's eyes widened. This person is simply crazy. Although this method is like child's play. It is estimated that only the players in the virtual world in the previous life would do this. It is... simply stuck. The holes in the world!
He licked his dry lips and moved his gaze downwards, wanting to see the final outcome.
December 13, 1672
I return, I triumph, I fail, I destroy.
I am
Kelsen.
Kelsen's head seemed to have lightning flashing at this time, as if it was going to split his head open. Fragmented memories flashed across, showing the empty sky, the twisted earth formed by countless tentacles, and an unspeakable giant crushing towards him, smashing him into pieces.
With a scream, Kelsen covered his head and dropped the diary to the ground. He happened to turn to the last page, which had bloody words written on it.
Kelson Dominic, you're dead!
I am already dead? Kelsen carefully tested his breathing, and at the same time put his other hand on his chest to test the pulse there.
No, there was no movement at all.
He really couldn't accept it, and at the same time, while holding the pulse of his right hand with his left hand, he tested the pulse of his neck with his right hand.
Really do not have.
Kelsen froze in place. He even saw the corpse spots on his wrist. According to the medical knowledge in the original owner's mind, pressing hard could only fade slightly, which meant that he was probably dead for twelve to twenty years. About four hours. But strangely, rigor mortis did not occur, perhaps due to the effect of the resurrection spell.
This is not pleasant, as the spell cannot prevent the tissue from softening and liquefying, and the body decomposing after two weeks. The most deadly thing is that when the corpse stench comes out, it will take at least half a day for the Holy Fire Priest to come and purify himself.
After all, the city he was in was a church city within the jurisdiction of the Three Saints Church.
Kelsen stood up and walked anxiously, feeling that the room was becoming more and more depressing. The inexplicable feeling of rejection was squeezing his mind. The confusion about his identity and the weirdness in his body made him want to vomit, but unfortunately his stomach could not hold it back. Nothing came out of the vomit.
Finally, his eyes finally rested on the black book on the ground. If there is anything that can save him now, it is definitely not the clergy who are lying on their corpses, but this book that records the knowledge of the abyss in his memory.
Since the original owner had planned everything and risked his life to carry out such a sacrificial ceremony, there was no way he didn't even have a backup plan.
Opening the black book, the middle seemed to have been pierced by some burning sharp weapon. The contents inside were completely charred. Fortunately, some corners were spared. There were also completely incomprehensible patterns and words on it.
But Kelsen was not disappointed, because when he picked up this book, his predecessor's plans for what would happen after the event began to emerge in his mind.
As long as he can complete the promotion to the undead class, he can hide it in this city.
The prerequisite for promotion to the first level of the undead class [Dissection Apprentice] has now been passed by him.
The conditions for becoming a [Dissection Apprentice] are to accumulate a large amount of negative energy in the body, and then take a promotion potion to enter the ranks of extraordinary beings. At that time, the ascendant will gain partial pain immunity, dark vision, resistance to cold and poison, and most importantly, the ability to attack with necrotic touch.
Usually, it is very dangerous for a living person to hold negative energy in his body for a long time, and it will greatly damage the person's life ether.
However, as a corpse now, Kelsen doesn’t need to worry about this problem at all. Rather, what ordinary person can contain more negative energy than a corpse?
Kelsen stroked his temples. What he wanted to do now was very clear. According to the memory in his mind, if he could be promoted to the first level of transcendent, he would be able to temporarily escape the crisis of physical decay.
As for the subsequent problem of the soul collapse of undead creatures, the experiment done by the original owner, and why he took over the body, he can't solve it in a short time, so let's put it aside for now.
Of course, the evidence of these evil rituals cannot be preserved. Kelsen threw the black book and the other things into the already cold fireplace. According to his memory, he took out a box of matches from the corner and picked up the only two matches left in it. Burn it and throw it into the fireplace. Those black books that looked charred were actually very easy to burn, and the old things from the past were burned together in an instant.
Looking at the dark red flames in the fireplace, Kelsen fell into deep thought.
The first thing I have to do is to live on and integrate into the life of the original owner. This is not a simple matter. First of all, this is a church city. If any clues are discovered, he will inevitably be labeled as possessed by a demon.
Secondly, since I am an undead creature, if the church discovers it, I don’t even need to go to the crematorium because I can box it up on the spot.
Kelson took two long breaths. Although he didn't actually need to breathe now, it seemed that his function was still there. After calming down, he walked to the door and unlocked it. The door, which had not been opened for a long time, made a creaking sound. The first thing that slid in was a stack of letters.
Kelsen picked up the letter and began to read through the pages of envelopes, which were probably reminder notes and reminder messages from the landlord. Kelsen first threw these things into the fireplace to light a fire. Anyway, he didn't have a penny on his body now, and then read the remaining two letters.
Through these two letters, Kelson was reminded of his identity as a senior medical student at Trinity College in Cornwall. Although his family was poor, he relied on his excellent knowledge and medical talent to enter this sacred church college.
The first letter was signed by Deacon Peter Felix. It said that he had passed the school's internship review and hoped that he could continue to work hard and become an angel in white who saves people's lives in the land of divine shepherds.
Kelsen, who had successfully adapted to his identity, let out a sneer. The original owner was once sent to a clinic in an epidemic area for internship because he had no money to manage relationships, but he could not allocate medicines and equipment. It is estimated that the epidemic has been suppressed now, and this performance has probably been intercepted by this old guy and used as a bargaining chip to be promoted to a priest.
The other letter was from Professor Zangwill, who had been helping him in this cold city. It congratulated him on successfully passing the internship and asked him to quickly return to the college to complete his graduation defense and receive his diploma.
Kelsen looked at the corpse spots on his hands. It was a joke to go to the graduation defense in his current state and try to hide it from several medical professors. But if he didn't go, as a top student in a church college, he would definitely be investigated by the clergy.
It seems that it is urgent to find a way to be promoted to [Dissection Apprentice].
