A chase and an escape set off a storm on the sea. Storms, lightning, and tsunamis swept across the entire west coast. This day was called the Wrath of the Poseidon.
It was also after this day that Poseidon believers found that their prayers no longer received any answer.
. . . .
Senegal, main city, Count Allen's Palace.
Joey came out of the bathroom holding his stomach. This was already the fifth time he had diarrhea.
"Damn, the side effects of extraordinary items"
He somewhat regretted using 'Quenching' to sneak attack on Wayne. Not only did he not get the desired effect, but he also suffered from the side effects and was now shaking when he walked.
Looking at it, the entire manor was silent. No one would notice that 0-013 was directing a drama. In the eyes of outsiders, everything seemed normal. This was also the scary thing about 0-013.
He can quietly invade an area and let it be subtly affected by extraordinary abilities. By the time you find out, you are already in the middle of the game.
In a daze, he opened a door at random, and when he came back to his senses, he suddenly found himself in a study room.
As far as the eye can see, there are piles of old and yellowed books, and a dim gas lamp is swaying gently on the desk.
He looked around with vigilance, not daring to take it lightly. Under the influence of 0-013, danger might appear inadvertently.
Suddenly, there was a sound of paper turning, which really startled Joey.
"who?"
Although diarrhea had consumed a lot of energy, he still reacted quickly, took out his weapon, and was nervously on guard.
A warm, mechanical voice suddenly appeared.
"You look nervous?"
"Who? Who's talking?"
Joey was surprised that the study was so small that he could see the whole room at a glance. There was no other person except him. It is precisely because of this that it makes people feel terrible.
Swipe and pull! There was the sound of turning pages again.
Joey's attention was highly concentrated, and he soon found a book on the table, and he approached it cautiously.
On the blank paper, a line of words gradually appeared.
"Interesting guy, you have a smell that makes me intoxicated, like a fine wine that has been stored in the cellar for many years, and I can't help myself."
As the words emerged, the mechanic's voice also sounded.
No matter how stupid he was, at this moment, he guessed the identity of the other party. Looking at the ordinary notebook, he said in shock:
"'The Book of Ebola'?"
"Interesting human being, you have actually heard of my name."
Joey froze on the spot for a moment, stuck there, motionless.
"This... is so amazing. I just went to the bathroom and found 0-013? Who can tell me what the situation is now?" He frowned, thinking hard, but still couldn't figure it out.
Finally, he asked tentatively: "Are you looking for me?"
The only conclusion I can think of is this.
There are various indications that among 0-013's directorial abilities, even a high-sequence extraordinary person would have trouble coping. Wayne's current sequence 6 can only be found through Count Allen.
He saw me inexplicably, and the only thing he could think of was that this was the other party's arrangement.
If you regard a sealed object with autonomous consciousness as an extraordinary object, believe me, you will die ugly.
Joey was on guard and would immediately run away if the direction was wrong.
"Human, can you tell me how you came back from the dead?"
The words on the blank page were written very quickly, fully demonstrating the other person's emotional changes.
"Resurrection from the dead? Do I still have this ability?" He looked at the words on the paper suspiciously.
After pondering for a moment, he thought about the previous incident when his spirit body collapsed. It was also that time when he transferred all his consciousness to the Round Table Hall. Could it be that that time 0-013 was talking about?
"What did you decide to exchange this information with me for?"
Guessing the other party's intention, he naturally thought of equivalent exchange and sealed objects. Even if they were anthropomorphized, there would be no way to break away from certain rules.
The yellowed notebook with the papers flipping around wildly showed his current mood, which was very irritable.
After waiting for a few minutes, the sound of flipping in the study room still did not stop.
Joey suggested: "Maybe you can tell me what your abilities are."
"This does not violate the Allen family's agreement. It is a good proposal."
protocol?
The Allen family?
Sure enough, the Book of Ebola is related to Count Allen. No wonder you can only enter here if you find Allen.
"I can·····"
The blank pages are filled with dense words, detailing everything. In the description, 0-013's ability is very general, not a specific or fixed ability, but rather a broad and ever-changing ability.
The general meaning is not much different from the rumored 'director' ability.
The dramatic performance is just a prank played by 0-013. His real ability is to deduce and deduce, which may be difficult to understand. To put it another way, it is the 'Book of Prophecy'.
He can deduce the beginning and end of a thing, and guidance and spiritual assimilation are only part of His abilities.
The script is not a compilation, but He is providing some kind of guidance.
"Weid Wesker and Earl Allen are really lovers?" Joey felt as if he had discovered a huge piece of gossip.
"This is the second question! You should answer my first question first"
"Uh!" Well, he looked silly, and he didn't seem to be very stupid.
"I almost forgot, today seems to be the party time for Crazy Thursday? How about giving it a try?" He was weighing the pros and cons.
This time, he had truly seen the horror of level 0 sealed objects. However, when he thought about it, the gray mist in the Round Table Hall could resist even the crazy murmurs of the Endless Sea, and it could also isolate the power of the gods. Even if he was allowed to enter, it should not be possible. There will be big problems.
Another point is that Joey is very confident in his authority in the Round Table Hall, and he is not afraid even if it is a level 0 sealed object.
"I just don't know, can I bring it in?" Joey thought for a while, glanced at 0-013, and then slowly said:
"I can take you to another place, do you want to try it?"
The paper that had been turning suddenly stopped, seeming to express his depression.
"I can't get out!"
"Maybe give it a try!"
With that said, Joey started to chant in a pretentious manner.
"The master of disaster and fortune,
Witness of the torrent of history,
The hermit who returns from the old days,
The great being above the ashes. "
Along with the chanting of the honorable name, a burst of gray mist quietly appeared, and Joey stretched out his hand and pressed it on the yellowed book.
He was above the gray mist, his whole body was shrouded in mist, and there was only a human silhouette, accompanied by a majestic aura that could not be looked directly at.
0-013 entering the main hall of the Round Table was like a fish entering the sea, with the pages stirring and swimming in the main hall.
Joey looked up, and outside the gray fog, on the Optimus Pillar, two silk threads were emitting bright light, as if they were performing some kind of ritual.
He did not respond in a hurry, but stretched out his hand and grabbed 0-013 in mid-air. He easily grabbed it in his hand and flipped it open with his fingers. A line of words quickly appeared on the blank paper.
"Oh! I am so excited that my great master, your most loyal servant, Azrael, is finally back in your arms."
Owner? What the hell?
Azrael? Is this His real name?
It's hard for Joey to understand that there is such a big difference between before and after 0-013.
"Why did you call me master?"
Azrael:
"I'm sorry, my master, I can't answer your question. This is my instinct."
"There are rules of order in 0-013, and questions must be answered. He cannot lie, so the problem may arise in the gray fog." Joey frowned, looking at the endless gray fog that was surging. Maybe it also hid a deeper secret.
The light on the silk threads on the giant pillar flashed more frequently. Joey looked solemn and said in a deep voice: "Azrael, I hope you can be quiet."
On the blank paper, a line of words appeared: "I will obey your orders, Master." Finally, a little man's smiling face was added.
Joey first condensed the body of 'Cang Long', and then derived his spirituality, pulling the silk threads connecting the giant pillars.
Isamotte, after Helena returned to her residence after a day's work, she glanced at the clock on the wall, it read 6:05.
"Black bread, oatmeal, fairy wine, ragdolls, candlelight, all ready."
She was still very nervous preparing for the sacrificial ceremony for the first time.
When everything was ready, Helena began to chant the honorable name:
"Witness of the historical torrent"
"..."
In the void, a gray mist suddenly appeared and enveloped her whole body, and her consciousness gradually faded.
At the same time, somewhere on the island of Las Vegas, far away on the west coast.
A group of people were setting up a bonfire to hold a party on the island, killing chickens and sheep, and dancing a unique pirate dance.
Clyde Phoenix held the wine flask in his hand, drank it all in one gulp, and frowned as he looked at the burning bonfire.
Recently, due to some unknown reasons, many ships have disappeared on the sea, and even several official warships have been destroyed. For a time, people were panicked, and he had no choice but to temporarily hide with his fleet.
As an adventurer on the sea, there is nothing more frustrating than not being able to go out to sea.
"Maybe I can get some information from that party"
After bidding farewell to a group of companions who were trying to persuade him to drink, Clyde returned to the cabin where he was resting, lit the items he had prepared, and began to recite the honorary name.
This feeling is very strange. As a pirate, I usually chant the name of the sea god, but now I feel like I have betrayed my faith.
Gray mist enveloped him, and his consciousness gradually faded away. When he returned again, he had already arrived at the Round Table Hall.
"Good evening, Mr. Hermit" Helena greeted as always.
"Good evening, Viper, and Canglong"
Because she had received the promise from the 'Hermit', she no longer feared that she would encounter crazy ravings when she was promoted. Recently, she had been working very hard, and the potion in her body was being digested at an extremely fast speed.
I believe it won't take long to fully digest it, and then she will be ready to be promoted to the next sequence. These things were something she had never dared to think about before.
She was about to share the information she had collected when she suddenly saw something extra next to the seat that belonged to the 'Hermit'.
"That seems to be a book?"
At the same time, Clyde also discovered something strange. Unlike Helena, a declining aristocrat who lived in a honeypot, he had been exposed to many incredible secrets since he had lived in the market since he was a child.
And this book seemed to be very similar to a rumor he had heard.
"Mr. Hermit, I recently discovered a text about the old times. I don't know how to give it to you."
"Oh! The old era?" Joey understood that what Clyde meant by the old era was actually the era of the previous era, or even longer.
He thought about it for a moment, and then a piece of paper appeared on Clyde's seat.
"You can burn the memories in your mind."
Can this still be done?
Clyde felt a little magical and took the paper in his hand. Soon, paragraphs of text were burned on it.
It was not the writing commonly used in mainland China now. It looked weird. He wasn't even sure whether it was writing or pictures. It looked like little tadpoles put together.
It was originally unintentional and Joey wasn't very interested, but when he got the paper and saw the first word, he held back.
He knew this writing, which was unique to his civilization.
He was not in a hurry to read the follow-up, but calmed down his emotions, and then slowly said:
"This manuscript is very good. I can collect more things about this in the future, and I will give you corresponding things. This is the principle of equivalent exchange."
Clyde was delighted and satisfied with his adventurous attempt.
Sure enough, He is an ancient god from an old era and is very interested in these old items.
Although he also wanted to exchange for an angel's praise, there was another thing he wanted to know most now.
Then he said humbly:
"Mr. Hermit, I want to know about the sea."
Joey, who was wrapped in gray mist, frowned slightly and dragged his chin. He was holding a piece of paper in his hand. In the eyes of others, he seemed to be looking attentively.
In fact, now, he was quite panicked.
The sea?
How could I know what happened to the sea?
Urging a god? Even another god would not dare to make such an unreasonable move, so Clyde could only wait silently.
Helena was curious about what was on those papers that could interest Mr. Hermit.
The information about the mysterious incident that had been prepared in advance was no longer in the mood to speak out. The Hermit seems to like Clyde's things more.
Joey was in a panic now, and suddenly, the pages of the 0-013 book beside him were turning, and it seemed to be very interested in these words.
"Yes, if you can't solve the problem, you can throw it out. As for whether the thrown problem can be solved, it has nothing to do with me, the 'hermit'. Gods are moody." With the idea, Joey then said in a low voice The voice responded:
"Perhaps you can ask Him this question."
"Sure enough, that book is what was rumored. I actually saw the legendary book of prophecy? It's really amazing. Praise Mr. Hermit." Clyde resisted his excitement and said respectfully. He bowed and said softly: "Praise you, Mr. Hermit"
0-013 floats and hangs in front of Clyde.
"I want to know what big things happened on the sea recently"
Da da da!
Soon, a piece of text appeared on the page of 0-013.
'A mermaid princess is born in Sibley'
