Gluttonous Warlock

Chapter 316 Green Moon

A strong headache woke Alan up from his sleep.

Sitting up abruptly from the bed, stroking his swollen jaw, feeling dazed.

In the dark bedroom on the second floor, the moonlight shines in through the window, and the floor is a miserable green.

Allen slowly got out of bed and paced in the bedroom while gathering his thoughts.

Star posters on the wall.

The laptop, textbooks, and cartoon figures placed on the desk helped him wake up his long-lost memory.

Allen walked to the desk, opened the desk calendar and glanced at it.

My heart can't help but thump!
He hurried into the bathroom, turned on the wall lamp, and stood in front of the mirror.

A face that was both familiar and unfamiliar was reflected in the mirror.

Normal appearance, slightly pale complexion.

The jaw, still swollen from the beating, pressed against the lips, giving the face a half-crying, half-smiling expression.

It looks both comical and miserable.

The face in the mirror confirmed Allen's guess.

That's right, I actually returned to the world before time travel, back to the year when I was 15 years old!
His parents were going through divorce proceedings at the time.

In order to divide the property, there was a lot of trouble.

The couple completely tore their faces apart, and both tried to use their children for moral kidnapping, threatening each other to give up more property.

As a son, he has no right to judge the married life of his parents.

However, he hated this fragmented family from the bottom of his heart, with only profit calculations and no family affection at all.

Studying abroad was his only chance to escape his family of origin.

His parents didn't mind sending him far away, so they could travel lightly and start their own new lives.

After some twists and turns, Alan finally got his visa to study abroad and came to a completely unfamiliar country on the other side of the ocean.

Allen's high school is located in a small town with lakes and mountains, and it takes three hours to drive into the city.

Allen was not yet sixteen years old. According to state law, he was not old enough to take a driver's license. Occasionally he wanted to go into town and hitch a ride with his landlord.

In fact, Allen would rather stay in the town than the world-famous metropolis.

Kang Town has a population of only [-], which is equivalent to a village in China.

Allen really likes the sparsely populated rural scenery, and after moving into the host family, he got along with the landlord and guardian quite happily.

The landlord is a single old white man named Morgan. He has taught at the University of Connecticut all his life and is now retired.

The old man claimed to be a folklorist and pretended to be full of strange stories.

After drinking a glass of beer on the dining table, they began to chatter.

Allen liked listening to his stories at first.

Later, I found that the old man was a little nervous, and he took those mysterious legends as real things when he talked about them.

He also said that he was writing a treatise to expose the truth behind the evil cults dominating the governments of the world...

From the time he talked about chaebols, cults and the so-called "shadow government", Allen couldn't keep up with the old man's rhythm.

I had no choice but to push away the plate and escape from the table.

There are quite a lot of international students in Kangzhen Public High School, and more than half of them are Asian.

Allen was excited at first, and found it easy to make friends.

However, after getting along for more than half a year, I realized that it was not always the case.

The only real friend at school was an Asian-Mexico boy named Kevin.

Allen touched his swollen chin again.

In retrospect, Kevin's cheap mouth must bear at least half of the blame for the beating he suffered for no reason.

I keep myself in school, and I get A+ in all my homework.

Top students in this country, especially in high school, are in the lower middle of the ecological niche.

The popularity is far inferior to that of high school sports students.

If top students add the debuff of being Asian, they can't even hope to make a difference in the social world.

Alan was occasionally discriminated against intentionally or unintentionally at school.

Being in a foreign land, I don't want to cause trouble, so I can only pretend to be deaf and dumb.

In this high school, all students have to participate in club activities.

Allen learned the violin, Go, and martial arts when he was a child, but everything was casual, just to satisfy his parents' vanity.

He didn't want to make a fool of himself in high school clubs, music and sports, so he finally joined the video game club, anyway, he just played casually.

Unexpectedly, playing games can also cause trouble.

On Saturday afternoon, Allen participated in a fighting game competition organized by the club.

He's still quite talented in that regard.

I borrowed a broken keyboard at the scene and casually beat the players who brought their own controllers, joysticks, and hitboxes.

Kevin watched him kill all directions, and made a joke casually: "This is called a poor student with a lot of stationery..."

The opponent Allen defeated in the game took off his hood upon hearing this, and squinted over.

Kevin was immediately frightened, not daring to vent his breath.

This black buddy in a hoodie is 1.9 meters tall, full of tendons, and has scars left by bullets on his face.

His name is Bruce, a big star that everyone in the school knows.

In boxing, judo and karate, at the state level, as long as he plays, others can only compete for second place.

Bruce smiled strangely, and said to Allen: "Hey, buddy! The game is good, I heard you know kung fu?"

Allen wanted to deny it, but couldn't hold back Kevin's quick talk, and proudly boasted for him.

Said that he not only knows kung fu, but also won prizes in competitions.

Allen wanted to find a crack in the ground and get in.

The juvenile group of the municipal martial arts competition is still performing routines, so there is nothing to brag about.

Bruce didn't know what was going on, and insisted on competing with Allen.

Seeing his tall and burly body, Allen dared not accept the move, and quickly said that he was not an opponent.

Ghosts don't have the virtue of modesty.

The more he refused, the more unhappy Bruce felt, thinking that he was not showing face, and his mouth began to be dirty.

What kind of nerds, squinting eyes, yellow-skinned monkeys... all came.

Allen was so angry that he didn't dare to scold back in public.

After all, on the issue of "racial discrimination", there are also three levels of distinction.

There are more and more people watching around, watching the excitement, even gloating, no one came forward to rescue Alan.

Young people inevitably have a bit of a temper, and Allen is no exception.

Being humiliated by Bruce in public, he couldn't help rushing forward, gritted his teeth, and agreed to do two tricks with him.

Needless to say, the result was a severe beating.

In the end, he was knocked down by Bruce's left uppercut and was in shock for a full 2 ​​minutes.

Kevin accompanied him to the school hospital, but he was still angry, and said that he would find someone to fix Bruce severely and avenge his good buddies.

Kevin claimed that his cousin was a member of a gang in Chinatown, but with this kid's usual peeing, Allen suspected that it was mostly bragging.

"I'm fine, don't make trouble!"

After exhorting Kevin, Allen went home.

Feeling dizzy, he fell on the bed and slept until dark.

It wasn't until he woke up that he realized that he was no longer the ordinary boy he used to be.

Allen turned and walked out of the bathroom, stood in front of the window, bathed in the moonlight, and sorted out his chaotic thoughts.

Two days ago, he resolved the threat from the Deep Sea Church, ended his vacation, bid farewell to his relatives and friends, and returned to the Holy Demon Family in the Star Realm.

He left the clone created by "Blood Transformation" by the river and continued to practice.

The main body goes deep into the blood and galaxy, trying to integrate the origin of the ancestor Beamon.

"That's right, that's where the problem lies!"

Allen muttered to himself.

Based on the experience of merging the original source of the ancestor Leviathan, he thought that the original space of the ancestor Beamon was also based on the Warlock World as a template.

But he guessed wrong.

The ancestor Behemoth did not know what method he used.

He actually took out a part of his memory before time travel and used it as material to evolve such a weird world.

On the surface, Alan returned to the earth again, returning to the time when he was studying alone in a foreign country when he was young.

But he is very convinced that the original space of the ancestor Beamon did not 100% reproduce the world before he traveled.

Otherwise, how to explain, there is a hair-raising green moon hanging in the night sky outside the window?

Allen collected himself and tried to call the Taotie system.

Fortunately, the system page opened as expected.

……

Warlock rank: 0 (suppressed by blood)
Current attributes: Physique 79, Dexterity 60, Spirit 90
当前抗性：免疫病毒/寒冷/水系，精神10阶/寒冷10阶/酸蚀9阶/黯蚀8阶/电击7阶/音波7阶/火焰7阶/光耀5阶

Special abilities: Taotie system, Taotie domain, source of divine power, divine power, divine might suppression

Potential reserve: 456 points

Note: Changing attributes, resistance, and potential in the origin space will not affect the state in reality.

Ancestor Beamon's source fusion progress: 1%
……

The data listed on the system panel met Allen's expectations.

Suppressed by the blood of the ancestor Beamon, his warlock level was reduced to zero.

He had experienced this kind of situation in the original space of Leviathan, so it was not surprising.

Now, Allen has good news and bad news.

The good news is that the Taotie system, the Taotie domain, and the origin and divine powers of the ancestor level have not been suppressed and can function normally in this world.

The Taotie system digests special ingredients, and the attributes, resistances, and potentials obtained are also preserved.

With these abilities, coupled with abnormal physical fitness, Allen has the capital to sweep the world!
The bad news is that in this world that simulates the Earth, the concentration of magic power is very thin.

If the warlock world is a "high magic world", this is a typical non-magic world, not suitable for cultivation at all!

What made Alan even more depressed was...

In this earth-like world, he couldn't sense the existence of Bloodline Galaxy.

If the spirit cannot connect to the bloodline galaxy, it cannot integrate the ancestral spirits in the river and awaken the warlock's bloodline.

If you can't even take the first step of practice, how can you talk about leveling up and merging with the origin of the ancestor?

Allen saw no way out and felt heavy.

Barely cheering up, continue to look at the system panel.

The skills related to the Warlock's blood were all sealed.

Martial arts were cleared, and only one magic survived.

9-ring "Prayer"!
This is the spell that Allen automatically awakened after merging the divinity of the ancestor Leviathan.

It symbolizes that he has mastered the powers of water, cold and poison.

Using the "Wish Technique", Allen can simulate any water, cold or poison spell of levels 0 to 9.

However, the embarrassing thing is that he hasn't opened the magic pool yet, and the magic value is 0. What can he use to activate the "wish technique"?
To open the magic pool, one must awaken the extraordinary bloodline and obtain the level of a warlock.

However, there is no bloodline galaxy in this non-magic world, and Allen cannot use atavistic meditation to obtain the level of a warlock.

Good guy, caught in an endless loop!

Allen touched his swollen jaw and felt another headache.

wait a minute!Is there really no magic in this world?
Allen looked up at the green full moon, trying to meditate.

A slight magical breath can be vaguely felt.

Cool and soothing, like gurgling water.

It was a trace of water magic power, which was carried by the moonlight and sprinkled all over the earth.

Allen became more and more confused.

In a normal material world, the elemental magic power of various attributes should be balanced.

Why is the magic power of the water system in the original space created by the ancestor Behemoth slightly richer than the magic power of other attributes?
Although this concentration of water-based magic power still couldn't meet the needs of a warlock's practice, it aroused Allen's reverie.

Could the environment with a high concentration of water element magic be related to the green moon in the night sky?

Click!

The sound of the door opening from downstairs interrupted Allen's thoughts.

Allen went downstairs and saw the gray-haired old Morgan entering the room, so he said hello.

"Hi! Ellen, what happened to your face?"

The old man's eyes fell on Allen's face through the lenses.

"It's nothing." Allen rubbed his chin, "I accidentally bumped into it during an extracurricular activity."

With his super strong physique, bruises of this degree do not need to be applied, and the swelling will quickly subside.

The old man, being a careless man, didn't ask much, took off his old jacket and hung it on a hanger.

He pulled hot fried chicken and pizza from paper packets, and a quick kale salad in a plastic bowl, and set them on the table.

He took out a beer and a can of Coke for Allen from the refrigerator, and invited the boy to have dinner with him.

"Thank you Lord for giving me food."

Old Morgan prayed perfunctorily, opened the pull ring of the beer can with a bang, and took two gulps.

Perhaps it was the return of childlike innocence, the old man laughed and added a prayer:

"Thanks also to Leviathan, the water monster, for giving us the cool green moon."

Snapped!
The fork in Allen's hand fell onto the plate.

"Mr. Morgan, what giant beast did you just say?"

"Leviathan, the giant water beast, is called 'Emperor Kun' by the Eastern believers of the Wave Esoteric Cult."

"...What do you mean?" Allen pressed back his excitement.

"Aha! This can't be explained in a sentence or two, child, are you ready to listen to the story?"

Old man Morgan came alive.

"To put it simply, Leviathan is a totem representing the magic power of the water element, an ancient giant beast that is almost a god."

"The elemental behemoths like Leviathan, the fire behemoth Salomanda, the ice behemoth Fenrir, the earth behemoth Callisto, the electric behemoth Indra, and the wind behemoth Garuda."

"The six giant beasts have a common ancestor, which is the ancient beast god Behemoth, also known as the ancestor Behemoth."

"The six giant beasts each inherit part of the power of their ancestors, corresponding to the six elements of water, fire, ice, earth, electricity, and wind."

"The bodies of the giant beasts live in a space parallel to our planet, which the esoteric believers call the 'secret realm'."

"Mr. Morgan, stop for a moment! Give me a little time to catch up with your train of thought."

Alan took a sip of Coke and pretended to be confused.

"The occultists you mentioned just now are those fanatical believers who worship giant beasts?"

"That's right! As far as I know, there are six major secret sects in the world today!"

Old Morgan took another sip of his wine and said excitedly.

“The Wave Tantric Cult worships Leviathan, the Volcano Tantric Cult worships Salomanda, the Glacial Tantric Cult worships Fenrir, the Earth Tantric Cult worships Callisto, the Thunder Tantric Cult worships Indra, and the Sky Tantric Cult worships Garuda. !”

"Don't underestimate the secret religion of the six elements, my child, you must know that they are inextricably linked with gangsters, warlords, financial groups and even the government of various countries, and they are the rulers behind the scenes of our world!"

"Okay, okay! Mr. Morgan, can you please stop talking about politics?"

Allen pretended that he couldn't stand his "conspiracy theory" and forcibly changed the topic.

"Mr. Morgan, I want to know, what are the benefits of joining the secret religion of the elements?"

"Well, it is said that through certain mysterious rituals, esoteric believers can summon the incarnation of elemental giant beasts, and lucky ones can also obtain the extraordinary power bestowed by the giant beasts."

"Extraordinary power... you mean something like magic?"

"Magic...haha, your understanding is not wrong."

"According to my investigation, the esoteric believers are divided into five ranks."

Old man Morgan told Allen with his fingers.

"New entrants are equivalent to interns and are still in the inspection stage."

"If you pass the inspection and become a formal believer, you are eligible to participate in low-level secret religious gatherings, and you can get support from the church in terms of money and career."

"When believers encounter troubles, they turn to the church for help. Generally speaking, they can be properly resolved."

"Sounds a bit like a mafia family." Allen complained in a low voice.

Old man Morgan nodded in approval.

In fact, most of the organizational structure of esoteric religion is inseparable from gangsters.

"A higher level than ordinary believers is the acolyte, which refers to those lucky ones who are eligible to participate in the ceremony of summoning giant beasts and receive blessings."

"The acolyte can extract the free elemental magic power in nature, turn it into ready-made energy, and use means, almost magic!"

"For example, the acolytes of the Wave Esoteric Sect can manipulate flowing water, and even reverse the flow of waterfalls!"

"The acolyte of the Volcanic Esoteric Cult can easily throw a fireball that is as destructive as a blockbuster!"

"It's not an exaggeration to say that they are magicians!"

"A esoteric cultist with a higher level than an acolyte is called a priest."

"Priests are the best among the acolytes. They possess more powerful elemental magic power. They have the authority to call gatherings of believers and hold sacrifices. Most of them are bishops of local churches."

"Above priests are saints!"

"Not only can the saint manipulate elemental magic at will, he also incorporates the blood essence of the elemental beast. He can be said to be the spokesperson of the elemental beast in the world."

"The saint fully releases his power, and can transform into a giant beast in a short period of time, possessing terrifying and destructive power comparable to elemental monsters!"

"The so-called high-tech weapons of human beings are not worth mentioning in front of the saints. Even nuclear bombs cannot completely kill them!"

"Blessed by God! The number of saints is very small, either the leader of the secret religion or the spiritual leader."

"The six secret religions check and balance each other, and the saints dare not do whatever they want, so our world, at least on the surface, can still maintain peace."

"If this balance is broken, I'm afraid the end of the world will come."

Old Morgan sighed and looked up at the moon outside the window.

"Son, let's go back to the original question, why is the moon green on Saturday, red on Monday, white on Tuesday, black on Wednesday, blue on Thursday, and gold on Friday?"

"Scientists will tell you theories about cloud refraction and spectrum, but I tell you, it's all bullshit!"

"In fact, the six colors of moonlight correspond to the six elements!"

"For example, today is Saturday, under the green moonlight, the magic power of the water element is particularly abundant."

"Followers of the Wave Esoteric Sect always hold religious activities on Saturdays and believe that this is their lucky day."

Allen nodded, suddenly having a whim.

"And what about Sunday?"

"There's no moon on Sunday!" laughed old Morgan. "Even God doesn't work on Sunday, my boy!"

……

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(End of this chapter)