Chapter 439: Chapter 302 Mental Sharing
“Ah…!!”
Osmon let out a piercing scream.
Whoosh whoosh!
The sound of pages turning suddenly rose, and his body, split in two, turned into a ghostly afterimage and dissipated, his unharmed body reappearing two seconds earlier.
Osmon fell to the ground, looking at the knight in front of him with extreme panic.
Corpses…
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All around, there were nothing but corpses.
Blood, limbs, and entrails were scattered all over the ground.
The subordinates of the History and Ritual Association, all cut in half, were only Sequence Nine Transcendents and had not mastered the ability of “Historical Retrospection.” They could only watch helplessly as they were cleaved in two and walked towards death.
“Mr. Qiaoke… you promised me, just give you the item, and you would let me live!”
Osmon roared.
He sniffed the strong stench of blood around him, and his fear reached its pinnacle, not wanting to experience the agony of being bisected again.
Chen Lun did not respond, dragging his silver greatsword and advancing a few steps toward him.
A vertical slash, falling headlong!
Whooo!
The whistling of the sword wind, like the taunting of the winds of death.
Osmon felt his scalp go numb and his body tremble.
The “Silver Waterfall” descending from the sky felt as heavy as a thousand jun, and he was about to be split in half the next second.
“Ahhhh!”
He gathered his spirits and, using the fastest speed of his life, employed “Historical Retrospection” again, appearing at his location ten seconds earlier to try to avoid the strike.
However, what confused, puzzled, and suffocated Osmon was that the greatsword… had inexplicably moved tens of meters, shifting instantaneously, and once again locked onto him, continuing its strike unobstructed!
The sight trembled instantly, then became blood-red.
The rusty armor and the crimson cloak slowly split into two scenes, immediately followed by pain surging like a tide.
In endless fear, Osmon realized something—
He had been cleaved in half, from head to toe!
Thud!
The body collapsed.
Dust was raised.
Chen Lun, dragging his bloodstained greatsword, stood in place, looking at the corpses around him, silent.
The desire for slaughter was constantly rising.
He was aware that he was influenced by the Balag Armor, craving battle and bloodthirsty, but he had indeed never intended to spare these people from the beginning.
‘Turmoil has come, even the Righteous God Church has abandoned its initial beliefs… against tyranny, only violence can counter violence.’
Beneath the dark helm with cross-shaped gaps, a cruel cold laugh was heard.
“An Empire S-level fugitive, haha, yet helping the Empire eliminate pests… How ironic.”
Before long, the bodies of the Transcendents on the ground slowly disappeared, the spirituality and transcendent traits released, all turning into pieces of earthy-yellow Mysterious Substance.
Because the corpses were cut off and not intact, they could not turn into Mysterious Objects.
But Chen Lun now paid no attention to these low-level Mysterious Objects, simply not sparing them deliberately, following only his inner drive to slaughter and slash at will.
Now with his thoughts clear, he only felt liberating exhilaration.
‘The Balag Armor will gradually make me revel in the thrill of slaughter, eventually losing myself…’
Chen Lun silently cautioned himself not to be blinded by the desire to kill.
He took a brief moment to catch his breath.
It was then that he picked up all the Mysterious Substance on the ground.
After a quick count, there were fourteen pieces of Earth Faction low-sequence Mysterious Substance and one piece of Earth Faction mid-sequence Mysterious Substance from Osmon’s death.
Chen Lun collected them into the Blood Poem Ring and then glanced at the four carriages parked by the roadside and the scattered wooden boxes and miscellanea, choosing to leave directly.
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That night.
Chen Lun was cataloging his finds in the study.
He placed all three collectibles on the table and began inspecting them one by one.
First was the fragment of the stele. Through the panel’s hints and descriptions, Chen Lun learned that this item was called “Destiny Monument,” possibly hand-carved by a high-ranking being of the Earth Faction.
It recorded some secret truths, but since it was only a fragment of the corner, he couldn’t yet glimpse the full picture or know its original content.
Moreover, the characters engraved on it were very unfamiliar, seemingly some ancient language. He could vaguely make out some sporadic words and phrases, but Chen Lun could not discern their true meanings.
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The panel indicated that this language was called “Anita Language” and required the corresponding language skills to be deciphered, and the required level was not low.
Chen Lun had no choice but to give up.
He had an intuition that the stele was extremely valuable, and if he could gather all the fragments and restore it, he might receive an unexpected surprise… This might also be because of its name, which sparked Chen Lun’s imagination.
‘The Monument of Destiny, is it an important item related to the Path of Destiny…?’
Chen Lun quietly speculated.
After pondering for a while to no avail, he carefully stored the stele fragments and then picked up the yellowed parchment manuscript.
The ink on the manuscript was somewhat blurred, but it was still legible. The content appeared to be a travel diary, written by someone named “Seth Mitchell.”
‘Mitchell… that name sounds familiar.’
Chen Lun frowned slightly.
Scouring his memories from a past life, it soon came to him that the Mitchell family was a secretive Transcendent family, which had generationally worshiped an Angel of the Earth Faction. The instigator of the Amber City gallery incident, a gallery owner named Beckman, was an offshoot member of the Mitchell family.
‘This Seth, the diary writer, must be one of the Mitchell family members.’
Chen Lun thought to himself.
He then read through the content of the diary in detail.
The elegant writing described the landscapes Seth encountered during his travels, along with various exotic customs, emphasizing a record of a small town named “Saint Aye’s Town.”
It was a small town in the Northern Territory of the Tresor Empire, belonging to Lin State’s Vertu City. The locals were simple and honest, the climate was suitable, and the scenery beautiful… On the manuscript, Seth noted he loved it there and would prefer to live there if possible.
Chen Lun read the manuscript twice over and found nothing particularly special.
‘It seems to be just a simple travel diary, but why does the History and Ritual Association value it so much…’
He was puzzled.
‘Could it be because this person named Seth Mitchell has some important identity? Does his manuscript hold some special value or significance?’
Chen Lun couldn’t figure it out.
He put away the yellowed parchment manuscript for further research and verification later.
Then, he opened the ancient book he was most looking forward to—
Carmen’s Notes
This particular volume was the second one.
The content still recorded Carmen’s unique insights into magic and mysteries, including a very special magic skill.
Its name was “Mind Reading Technique.”
Chen Lun found this very interesting and immersed himself in the content of the notes, becoming captivated by the profound knowledge it contained, gradually losing track of time.
He didn’t know how much time had passed, perhaps until deep into the night.
Finally, Chen Lun received a panel notification—
[Through careful reading, you have learned and grasped the skill “Mental Sharing”!]
[Mental Sharing LV1]
Skill Description: You have spent a long time trekking the Path of Destiny, and after reading about profound magic knowledge, you have gained a unique understanding of the Mind Reading Technique and attempted to integrate it with the “Beast Speech” of the Beast Tamer, as well as the “Five Senses Perception” of the Magician, finally creating this new Transcendent ability.
Skill Effect: Mental Stealing, you can steal others’ thoughts; Mental Transmission, you can share your thoughts with others. Note: Each application requires a double judgment of Willpower and Weight. (Affected by Mysterious Resistance)
‘An enhanced version of the mind reading technique?’
Chen Lun was quite astonished.
‘I didn’t expect to learn such a skill from Carmen’s Notes, Volume Two.’
He also noticed the prompt in the panel’s description.
‘Affected by Mysterious Resistance, which means it might not be effective against Mid Sequence Transcendents… After all, upon advancing to Mid Sequence, a qualitative transformation occurs, granting some Mysterious Resistance… But I haven’t used any Skill Points yet, let’s max it out and see.’
Chen Lun used up 4 Skill Points, upgrading “Mental Sharing” to Max Level.
[Mental Sharing LVMAX]
During each application of the skill, your Willpower and Weight judgment have priority, and it provides certain mitigation and offset for Mysterious Resistance.
Chen Lun was very pleased with this development and felt his Skill Points were well spent.
‘In this way, it might even be effective against ordinary Mid Sequence Transcendents.’
Beyond the insights into magic and records about the mind reading technique, at the end of this volume of notes, Chen Lun also saw some poems left by Carmen.
The content was basically unrelated to magic.
It was merely Carmen’s way of expressing admiration for her teacher, Fleurette.
To Chen Lun, these poems weren’t terrible, but they weren’t particularly impressive either.
For instance, one of them titled “To the Watchers of the Old World” —
May time open the curtains for you, illuminating that perfect face.
May knowledge open its heart for you, may darkness retreat for your sake.
No beauty in the world matches yours, all things wither before you.
Fleurette, the Watcher of the Old World.
You plunder all that is mine, and I fade into old age.
‘Hmm… So this magician named Carmen, is he a sycophant? Or rather, an old sycophant?’
Chen Lun’s expression was a bit strange.