Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

The power of a 6 on the dice can be considered very strong.

As long as a 6 is rolled, the Evil Spirit would be instantly GG.

However, this requires a bit of luck.

And unfortunately...

The luck of the Envelope wasn't very good.

It rolled a 1...

According to the information Mrs. Senna provided when Du Wei obtained this dice, rolling a 1 would lead to unknown events, but the user almost always died mysteriously.

The Envelope fell silent...

[Damn! How can my luck as the Envelope be so bad?]

[I want a 6!]

As those two lines of text emerged, the Envelope turned into ashes right in front of those emerging Evil Spirits.

In an instant.

Even the mist congealed.

Those Evil Spirits seemed stunned too, all extending their decaying arms, blankly standing in the midst of the fog.

On the ground.

A pile of ashes was blown by the wind and raised high.

The dice and two Joker Cards fell in the ash, making everything seem very awkward.

But then.

The Envelope, which had turned into ashes, drifted out of the ash again.

It resurrected once more.

And activated the dice again.

[I don't believe this, give me a 6! I want a 6! I want a 6!]

The targets of the Evil Spirits returned, and they charged at the Envelope once more.

And this time.

The dice kept spinning, and under the Envelope's eager gaze, it finally passed the numbers 1, 2, 3, 4, 5.

Right as it reached 6.

It seemed to run out of energy and rolled back to number 5.

Just as the number was confirmed.

The surrounding mist immediately froze, and those Evil Spirits were also halted by a strange force right before they touched the Envelope.

When a 5 was rolled, the Evil Spirits would stop attacking, but the next assault would be even more terrifying.

To put it simply.

It was the amplification of the Evil Spirits' strength.

Double the pleasure...

Envelope: ...

Line after line of text appeared on the paper.

[The Evil Spirits in the tunnel cannot be calculated for their exact number, and these ghostly things don't seem to be Evil Spirits, more like some kind of manufactured existence.]

[Roughly thousands.]

[Thousands of Evil Spirits, doubled in strength; the Joker Card might be of no use after all, especially since it's not being used by the master himself.]

[I, the Envelope, do not believe it, I want to gamble again, I must roll a 6.]

The dice shook again.

...

A few minutes passed.

The Envelope seemed to be influenced by the dice.

It was like a gambling addict, constantly craving the appearance of the number 6.

Rolling the dice over and over.

Mostly rolling 1s.

A few were 5s, 2s, 3s.

The worst number, 4, which would mean no harm, hadn't come up even once.

It could be said it was very uncomfortable.

[Why is this happening?]

[How can my luck as the Envelope be worse than my master's?]

[Could this be the reason why I'm inferior to the shadow?]

[God... I just want a 6!]

The Envelope was falling apart.

The surrounding Evil Spirits, which were just within its tolerance before, were now completely developing in an uncontrollable direction.

Every roll of 5 was an enhancement for the Evil Spirits.

Super double...

The main issue was, the Envelope discovered the dice no longer affected those Evil Spirits.

The last time it rolled a 5.

The Evil Spirits were strengthened again, but not one of them stopped.

Rip...

A rotting hand grabbed the Envelope and tore off a piece of it forcefully.

The Envelope fled frantically with the Joker Card and dice in tow.

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"Ah... I'm going to die, I'm going to die, Master, the Envelope is your most loyal lackey!"

"Master, save me!"

However, it couldn't speak and could only express itself in written form.

There was no such thing as a voice, and its master, Du Wei, would not be able to hear it.

How arrogant it had been when it arrived.

How disheveled it became when it fled.

By the time the Envelope burst out of the tunnel, it was nearly torn to shreds, battered and tattered.

But just then...

Suddenly...

In front of it, there appeared a man in black priest's attire, with an indifferent face.

It was its master, Du Wei.

The Envelope was ecstatic.

"Master, Master, it's the Envelope! There are so many Evil Spirits behind me, this place is too terrifying."

However, to its surprise...

No sooner had Du Wei taken a step toward it than his face drastically changed, and he turned and ran without hesitation.

"Master?? Don't go!"

The Envelope immediately chased after him.

The dark fog behind it spread like a flood.

Within the fog, countless rotting arms could be seen.

It seemed the Evil Spirits could only move within the fog.

The Envelope kept chasing after Du Wei.

But gradually, it noticed something was amiss.

"Why isn't the Master speaking? He's just running, not even scolding me. That's not like the Master at all..."

"Something's wrong..."

"This Master has no connection with me, the Envelope; the Indenture Contract I signed wasn't with him."

Only when the Envelope realized this...

Did it discover there was no way forward.

It had been led into a dead-end by another fake Du Wei.

"Damn imposter."

The Envelope trembled with anger, and the Joker Card representing a wish immediately floated beside it.

"I, the Envelope, make a wish, let this impostor die."

As for getting out...

The Envelope had no such thoughts; as long as its essence wasn't released, it could revive endlessly.

But before the wish could be activated...

A pale hand reached out and slowly took hold of the Joker Card.

"You have disappointed me."

Spoke the detached voice of Du Wei.

The Envelope instinctively feared: "Master, how have you descended here, shouldn't you be waiting above for the Envelope's report?"

With a glance, Du Wei coldly said, "Because I've discovered something very interesting, the balance seems to be related to Solomon's Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods."

The Envelope trembled slightly as it noticed that the back of Du Wei's right hand was emitting a strange aura, and the pointer on it was turning.

This had never happened before.

"Master, your condition seems a bit off, according to your personality, you shouldn't have come down."

Du Wei nodded, "Indeed, but I saw certain visions, I couldn't stay away."

Having said that...

He turned his head to look behind him.

The black fog had already spread over.

At this moment...

Du Wei stood in front of the Envelope, his gaze still calm, with not a trace of panic.

The Envelope behind him felt like crying.

"Master, the Envelope has disappointed you, and those Evil Spirits have been greatly strengthened, you must be very careful!"

"By the way, the Envelope also found that the dice seem a bit odd, they can make people obsessed."

Du Wei remained silent.

Right hand holding the Joker Card, left hand pulling out a mask and putting it on his face.

A shadow rose from the shadows.

Both hands gripping Daggers, and a red, round balloon hung around the neck.

It looked quite comical.

But Du Wei calmly stated, "From the beginning, I've been targeted by the Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods, and all this time, from Hell's Gate to the doors on the Joker Card, have all been connected right up to the present."

"Rahmer's Bell endowed me with the power to see the future, but the more information I came to understand, the more problematic this ability seemed."

"Everything I've seen is what it wanted me to see."

"I've always wondered what it ultimately wanted me to do, and I still don't have the answer, but I have discovered one thing."

"Though the Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods are conceptual beings..."

"There are also contradictions among them."

"Just now, the vision it showed me was that you all will become my Sacrifice."

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