Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

The state of the Evil Spirit Du Wei was very bad.

It was now truly making its first appearance, awakening from this body, viewing the world through the eyes of the Evil Spirit Du Wei.

But it was not at its peak.

At its peak, the Evil Spirit Du Wei had assimilated the Evil Spirit, the Mirror Evil Spirit, and was outrageously strong on its own, capable of effortlessly crushing strangeness like the one on the bus.

This kind of strength was inexplicable.

Ever since then, its state had been in constant decline.

When Du Wei used the power of the Evil Spirit Du Wei, apart from the first integration, he was basically unable to exert all of its strength and skill and even placed an enormous burden on his body.

To draw an analogy.

Du Wei had the awareness of a Diamond Tier, but he was always playing on a Bronze account, with an assortment of mishmashed items, abilities, and the loyal evil spirit subordinates.

He was probably at a Gold Tier level at best.

In contrast, the Evil Spirit Du Wei might have been equivalent to the strongest king.

A Diamond player on the strongest king's account could play, but definitely wouldn't be skilled at it.

As a result, when the Evil Spirit Du Wei had just appeared, it forcefully tried to assimilate the Golden Scales, and straight up GG'd.

The Envelope next to it was feeling very uncomfortable at this time.

It asked the Evil Spirit Du Wei, "Great Master of the Evil Spirit, is everything you just said true? Are you really about to die?"

The Evil Spirit Du Wei slowly said, "I am indeed about to die."

The Envelope collapsed, "Master, hold on, the Envelope has signed an Indenture Contract with you, the Envelope doesn't want to change masters again, those idiots are truly imbeciles, the Envelope only wants to be your lapdog. You are the strongest villain after all..."

The Evil Spirit Du Wei calmly said, "I have never felt so weak until now, whether it's Du Wei or the Evil Spirit Du Wei, facing these demon gods, there was no power to resist."

"The strength you see is only what you see."

"What I see, you can't see."

"I am too weak."

Having said that, it stood up straight, indifferently looking towards the huge statue at the far end of the altar.

"Mask creator..."

"I despise everything to do with you..."

Then, the Evil Spirit Du Wei stretched out its Right Hand, opening its palm towards the statue.

And with a slight squeeze.

Crack...

The entire statue seemed to be crushed by an invisible colossal force, instantly fissuring with dense cracks.

With a booming sound...

The entire statue exploded into smithereens.

The shadow standing behind the Evil Spirit Du Wei uncontrollably shivered, to tell the truth, it was also a Masked Evil Spirit.

The Envelope was outright stunned.

"Is this weakness???"

The Evil Spirit Du Wei emotionlessly withdrew its hand and turned, stepping into the shadows.

At the same time, both the shadow and the Envelope, completely unable to resist, disappeared along with its departure.

...

On the ground.

"Cough cough..."

Someone coughed softly.

Then it was heard, "I think I can still be saved."

Du Wei walked out of the shadows expressionlessly and headed towards the path he came through the woods.

The Envelope floated beside him.

"Master, weren't you about to die?"

Du Wei looked at it calmly and said, "The Evil Spirit Du Wei is about to die, what does that have to do with me, Du Wei?"

"But... that's you as the Evil Spirit, didn't you just become it? If it's about to die, doesn't that mean you are about to die?"

Du Wei said, "Do you wish for my death?"

"No no no... the Envelope dares not, the Envelope only wishes for you to live well, after all, since the Envelope gained consciousness, the person it has followed the longest is you. Although the Envelope thought about taking advantage of you that one time you went to the Dusk Bell Church, now the Envelope has signed an Indenture Contract, the Envelope is your most loyal lapdog."

"And, those hunters from the Dusk Bell are just too terrible, they're like a bunch of Paladins. You're different, you're evil and cunning, it's only by following you that there's a future."

Du Wei said in a complex tone, "This world still needs some paladins."

[Oh, the envelope understands, without these paladins, how could your evilness be highlighted? The envelope knows you too well.]

[By the way, your current condition is very bad; are you really okay?]

Du Wei said indifferently, "Of course, I'm fine."

In fact, his body was indeed in a bad state.

It just hadn't reached the point of near death.

The claim made by the Evil Spirit Du Wei earlier about being close to death was purely a lie.

The reason for the lie was that he wanted to say it for Rahmer's Bell to hear.

If he could deceive it, he might be able to deliver a severe blow at a critical moment.

Even if the deception failed, it didn't matter.

It was just a habitual move to add an extra trump card for himself.

It might not be useful, but it was necessary to have.

However, as a consequence, for the time being, he could not and would not be using the name Evil Spirit Du Wei again.

Because that could truly be fatal.

He currently had three names.

Du Wei, Evil Spirit Du Wei, and the Duke.

The names were interchangeable and merely titles.

His relationship with Evil Spirit Du Wei was complex; their consciousness, personality, memories, and character were the same.

Fused together, there was no distinction between them.

Rather than saying he was the Evil Spirit Du Wei, it would be more accurate to say he was the Evil Spirit version of Du Wei.

When he took on the name of Evil Spirit Du Wei, what would appear was indeed the Evil Spirit Du Wei, but right now, it was assimilating the Golden Scales, and its injuries were too severe.

If it were to appear again, it would bring even more serious damage to this body.

That was the price.

Of course, as for the name of the Duke...

Du Wei had no related memory or experience; the biggest use of this name for him was probably to trick Matthew.

...

At this moment.

In the Dusk Bell Church elsewhere.

All members were very happy.

On the large conference table upstairs in the church.

Matthew sat in the principal seat, his gaze sweeping over the members one by one.

Hmm...

The complexion of most people was still a bit pale.

That was because the duration of something had been too long, leading their bodies to not be able to endure it.

But now it was over.

The curse had ended...

Nobody was pulling, nor were they throwing up anymore.

Quite nice.

However, when his gaze shifted to Ryan, who sat beside him with a proud face, Matthew's countenance suddenly darkened.

He couldn't help but think to himself, "This damned bastard, he actually fooled me with a lingerie show, forcing me to use Mapa's Pen. If he weren't one of His Excellency the Duke's men, I would've liked to tear him apart alive."

"Fuck! The other part of me is also getting restless. I have to disappear for a while, or else that thing I'm merging with will definitely undergo changes."

Thinking this, Matthew couldn't help but snort coldly at Ryan.

Ryan was greatly dissatisfied: "You truly lack any class, to actually snort at me? I am a baron, do you understand? If you dare to treat me with that attitude again, I'll let you know what it means to infringe upon the dignity of nobility."

"I'll make you suffer in hell!"

Matthew couldn't stop sneering, "This world doesn't have a hell, only Hell's Gate. And, out of respect for... that Excellency, I can address you as baron, but don't push me too far, or the next time we meet, I'll be sure to tell that Excellency."

Ryan instantly wilted.

His eyes widened in rage: "This poor capitalist has even learned to tattle, not good, I have to strike first! I'm going to complain to the director!"