【Psychic Power: 502.0】

Lines of twisted text prompts passed before Wu Nai's eyes. The spiritual power had indeed been greatly improved, rising by a full five hundred points in one breath, but it did not bring any abilities related to the Sequence Eight Clowns.

What a waste, it seems that it is more cost-effective to mix it into a finished potion... Wu Nai cast his eyes on the [Black-spotted Frog] left in the box, wondering if he should let this little thing go first.

Gather all the materials and prepare a [Corpse Collector] potion and then drink it.

But when he thought that doing so would undoubtedly extend the time, he rejected the idea and decisively crushed the frog to death, then sucked the required spiritual energy from its body.

As a result, Wu Nai's spiritual power suddenly increased to [Psychic Power: 652.0].

Because he had not yet played God to digest the power within his body, he tentatively clicked on the [Origin Castle] option a few times.

The next moment, the psychic display on Wu Nai's hand dropped from "652.0" to "52.0".

At the same time, a wisp of illusory gray-white mist appeared in front of his eyes. Through this wisp of mist, Wu Nai vaguely saw a majestic palace that looked like the residence of gods.

It's just that this palace almost doesn't exist, only a faint outline.

This is... [Origin Castle]!

Lines of twisted and squirming words appeared in front of Wu Nai’s eyes:

[Messiah Behrens (Wu Nai)—Sequence: Nine (100/100).]

[Extraordinary Characteristic: Diviner (3/100)]

[Uniqueness: The uniqueness of the perfect person (not present)]

[Origin: Source Castle (the actual progress is 6 billionths)]

【Psychic Power: 52.0】

It seems to be successful. Although the current progress is not high, as long as I persist, maybe I will get my own [Source Castle] soon... Wu Nai played with a very light gray-white mist on his hand.

, I was very excited to see it like a tiny cloud dragon flying between my slender fingers.

Because of the blessing of [Secret], I am not afraid of being discovered.

Wu Nai could feel that this ray of gray mist that appeared belonged entirely to him and was closely related to his bloodline.

With the assistance of this source of [Origin Castle], my divination ability will inevitably be further improved, and I won’t need to rely on a large number in many cases, but I still have to make some preparations. After all, I will face some terrifying existences next.

Once the last resort is reached, just lift the table. Even if you give up part of the feedback of the performance, it doesn't matter, your life is still at stake... After thinking about it, Wu Nai put the gray mist on his hand back into his body, and then took out one piece after another.

Materials just bought from the black market.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! He took out a silver knife from these materials, recited the incantation in Hermes language, then injected his own spirituality into the blade, and cut out a sealed wall around it.

The spiritual wall.

Then he picked up pieces of gold and placed them on the table that served as an altar, and began to pray to himself.

Through such simple and crude ritual magic, the power of Odin in the kingdom of the god of the underworld is attracted to come.

"I pray for...[Kungunir]'s power!"

After Wu Nai finished reciting this prayer, the pieces of gold on the table changed shape, turning into hot liquid under the invisible flame, and then gradually came together through the projection of [Kungunir], shaping into

A small, mini curved spear.

This spear is only about the size of a palm, and it looks extremely delicate made of gold, but if you look carefully, you can read the majesty of fate from the curved spear body.

"My current strength is not very strong. Although I have the full cooperation of the big one, what I can produce is at best worth a full blow from Sequence Four, and the power will decrease as time goes by...

..."

"But this is the best option at the moment. After the processing of 'ritual magic', these things are branded as trumpets. Even if they are used in the performance, they should be able to get some feedback."

Wu Nai put away the golden spear and then took out some silver to continue making it.

This time I made an amulet.

"I pray for...the power of [Restart]!"

In Wu Nai's murmur, divine grace continued to descend, and pieces of silver melted into liquid in the ritual magic and slowly reunited, turning into a one-eyed accessory with complicated patterns.
Chapter completed!