Under the bright light of the fighting gym, Jason opened the book with a special material in his hand.

He had confirmed before that the cover of the book was bronze.

The paper is a parchment roll, with fine words written on it in a messy manner.

After a while, Jason discovered that these dense and messy words were still a mixture of common language and Tufu language, and also mixed with some slang that Jason did not understand.

Ordinary people will only feel confused and confused when they see these words, and then they will be deeply shocked.

But when Jason looked at it... he was trying to be mysterious!

That’s right, it’s just making things up!

Putting aside the records of slang and lingua franca, the incorrect use of slang and the detailed records of the so-called 'secret techniques' all told Jason that the author of this book was a half-hearted person.

And after combining those slangs and lingua franca, this dabbler becomes a bit miserable.

Slang is not easy to understand, but it is much simpler than Tufu slang. Jason has experience in learning Tufu slang. After a little research at this time, he roughly understood the meaning of these slangs.

After combining with each other, a complete story emerges.

A husband couldn't bear the grief because of the death of his wife, and he desperately wanted to resurrect his wife, so he combined alchemy, voodoo, and oriental mysticism to create a 'miracle' with extremely small odds.

Unfortunately, the 'miracle' did not bring hope.

On the contrary, unknown fusion brings the most desperate result: death.

The reason why "mystery" is unpredictable is that it often brings death.

Anyone who touches it at will will pay the price and die in the name of it.

Jason suddenly thought of two famous quotes he had heard before.

The former comes from 'Lord' and is recorded in the notes given to him by his 'teacher'.

The latter came from 'Hanshamn', his cousin Gerald reminded him during a casual chat.

Both are equally powerful, but also have awe of the 'mysterious side'.

But some people who know little about the 'mysterious side' lack such awe.

"Is this the case that the ignorant are fearless?"

Jason muttered to himself.

Then, he lowered his head and looked at the book in his hand.

At the moment where he opened it, there was a group of flowers painted on it.

It was the ** flower that Jason had seen before.

Name: Burmese Gardenia.

Words: giving birth to hope, resurrection and new life.

"It's a pity that everything went in a bad direction."

Jason closed the bronze book and threw it directly into the corner of the fighting gym.

He won't touch this book in a short time, but as he is accustomed to thinking, a question involuntarily arises in his mind: What would he do if he were that husband?

However, he did not understand this deeply.

He doesn't like any girl.

I never thought about getting married.

So, Jason changed a substitution.

What if it was Gerald who died?

Or, what about the dead... old knight?

Jason's face unconsciously became more solemn.

He doesn't know the answer.

Maybe he will pull back from the brink at the last moment.

But it’s also possible to make mistakes again and again.

It might be even more miserable than that husband,

Jason, who was thinking, turned to look at Alas, who had lowered his voice because of him.

"Jason, are you finished reading?"

"Anything gained?"

Alas asked immediately after noticing Jason's gaze.

"The story of a foolish, competent husband who completely destroys his entire family in order to save it."

Jason described it this way.

Alas was stunned.

She didn't come back to her senses.

"If you are competent, you should be good, right?"

Alas said with his own understanding.

"Yeah, but he brought disaster."

"Not only did he hurt himself, but he also affected his two children."

"In a way, he ruined everything."

Jason did not refute, but described it objectively.

"He must not have built any muscles!"

Alas answered seriously.

This time Jason was in a daze.

What does this have to do with muscles?

Alas, on the other hand, simply bent his arms to show off his strong biceps.

"Muscle is power!"

"My mother said that strong muscles will make your fists strong and make you fearless."

"There's nothing a punch can't fix."

"Yes? Then two punches."

Alas answered Jason in his own way.

"What if fists can't solve it?"

"For example... the death of a loved one?"

Jason continued to ask.

"Fistes can't solve the problem. It's just that the fist you swing is not strong enough. It's just that your muscles are not strong enough. You need stronger muscles to have the fist to break everything - what my mother said."

"As for the death of a loved one?"

"If someone caused such a thing, I would find out in advance and go straight to smash them."

"If he is physically weak, I will take him through all the exercises."

"If it's an accident... I will make sure there are no accidents around him."

"As for time?"

"Mom said that time can also be broken with fists!"

Alas said and gave Jason a thumbs-up gesture. Under the light, her white teeth shone.

Seeing Alas like this, Jason had no problem.

Alas had answered everything to him.

Although it was in Alas' way, he still told Jason what to do.

powerful!

Keep getting stronger!

When it is so powerful that even death would flinch, everything will naturally be solved.

Previous thoughts?

He did not look down upon, let alone ridicule.

Just a little more calm.

"The reason why I instinctively think about this and think about this is because I started to think that I was powerful but I was not really powerful. I almost forgot my original purpose!"

Jason recalled the dangers and his last resort when he first came to the 'City that Never Sleeps'.
To be continued...