Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

Still in the dream.

Freddy's consciousness was a bit confused, it felt like it had just had a very long dream.

In that dream, it seemed to have made an unspeakable deal with a terrifying devil.

And that devil didn't even tell it the specifics of the deal.

Shaking its head.

Freddy was still somewhat dazed.

It stared blankly into the darkness ahead, trying hard to recall the specifics of the "dream," but no matter how hard it tried, it couldn't.

So.

A thought crossed its mind, "Why do I have a feeling of déjà vu, as if I've had a similar dream before..."

"Hold on? Me? Who am I again?"

Freddy murmured to itself.

Just then, a voice it instinctively loathed rang out, "Eh, have you lost your memory?"

"Ah, that's great."

"I'm telling you, you're Freddy, you're my slave."

Following the direction of the voice.

Freddy saw a mobile phone floating nearby.

Instantly.

Freddy shuddered and jerked his head violently, "Ryan, you maniac, don't think you can fool me. I haven't lost my memory, damn... damn it."

Coming back to its senses, it started swearing loudly.

Freddy pointed at the mobile phone and said, "Go to hell, Ryan. You still think I'm going to be your slave, dream on!!"

On the other end of the phone.

Ryan said angrily, "Fine... you dare curse at me, do you have any idea I, Ryan, am a baron conferred by Director Duwei, and you dare talk to me like that?"

"You just wait."

"Ha... ptui..."

A glob of spit flew directly from the phone, landing precisely on Freddy's face.

Freddy collapsed on the spot.

"Ryan, you lunatic, I've already made a deal with Du the Devil, how can you still treat me like this?"

"Although I can't remember the content of the deal, I now belong to you guys."

"We're in this together, together do you understand?"

Ryan said doubtfully, "Together? Are we really in this together?"

Freddy said, "Otherwise? I've made a deal with Du the Devil, how could we not be? Don't you know what kind of person he is?"

Now, aside from the content of the deal, Freddy had recalled everything that happened before.

After all, it hadn't lost its memory.

Then, Freddy began to beg pitifully, "Ryan, Ryan, my dear father, I'm begging you, considering I'm now useful to Du the Devil, could you please be just a little nicer to me? Stop verbally insulting me, and no more spitting on me, okay?"

But as soon as it finished speaking.

An disdainful sneer came from the other end of the phone.

"As if you have the right to refuse."

"Enough, don't bullshit me, I, Ryan, am a nobleman, I have nothing in common with peasants like you."

"You've made a deal with the Director now, so you are the Director's slave."

"And I, Ryan, am a baron conferred by the Director, so you're pretty much my slave too."

"This is what we call class oppression."

As he spoke, Ryan continued arrogantly, "As long as you're my slave, I'll keep tormenting you. Otherwise, how can I demonstrate my noble superiority?"

Freddy was flabbergasted, "I'm such an idiot, how could I have agreed to make a deal with Du the Devil, and how could I attempt to reason with a maniac like you."

"Sigh..."

It sighed deeply, its legs giving way as it involuntarily knelt on the ground.

"Come on then, torment me..."

"If you've got the guts, torment me to death..."

At that moment, Ryan was stunned.

He took a sharp breath and said disdainfully, "You really are cheap..."

Freddy, red-eyed and tearful, said, "It's all because of you forcing me... I really want to die. Was it just because I killed many people when I was an Evil Spirit? I know I was wrong... Why treat me like this?"

"I, Nightmare Evil Spirit Freddy, am practically living in the human world's hell..."

...

The next day, in the afternoon.

North of Switzerland, at the biggest train station.

The sky was slightly overcast, with a drizzle that brought with it a touch of coolness.

Many passersby either held umbrellas or wrapped themselves in long coats, forming a long queue.

As the line slowly moved into the station.

A man dressed in black Priest's attire closed his umbrella and when he lifted his head, it revealed a somewhat pale face with a detached expression.

"I hate rainy days."

Du Wei murmured, before heading towards the inside of the station.

His current state was not very good.

After leaving the Ustengrav Mountains, Evil Spirit Du Wei forcibly assimilated the Golden Scales, which represented one of Solomon's Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods, Simon Lee.

He didn't know much about these pieces of information related to the Demon Gods.

But the resistance had already begun.

However, Du Wei's physical condition was, frankly, a bit poor.

The burden of using the body as Evil Spirit Du Wei was just too great.

His body had lost one-fifth of its blood.

And there were some external injuries to the skin.

After leaving the Ustengrav Mountains yesterday, Du Wei went to a nearby hospital for treatment.

Normally, he should have rested for a while.

But intuition told him he didn't have much time left.

The threat from the Antique Clock made him feel like he had a thorn in his back, unable to stop.

Because once he started to rest, he might decrease the chance of winning when it came time to face it properly.

Even if it meant forcing himself...

...

Sitting by the window on the train.

Du Wei watched outside expressionlessly, having chosen a seat that was for him alone, so no one would disturb him.

As he watched, he thought to himself, "The hands, the masks, these patterns all represent different Demon Gods and likewise, I have gained different abilities."

"The Golden Scales should also have an ability."

"It's just that, for now, I can't use it."

"Because I need to get stronger, or rather, I need to quickly restore Evil Spirit Du Wei to his peak condition, but doing so will increase the burden on my body, and I will die even faster."

"Perhaps I should change my approach and look for some additional help."

"The Vanity Sect would be a good choice..."

"And Matthew, if I could act more like a duke, perhaps I could swindle him into confronting those devils with me."

The more disadvantageous the situation.

The calmer Du Wei was, well aware of all his shortcomings and how to compensate for them.

"At the Vanity Church, there is Mercer. As long as I meet him again as Evil Spirit Du Wei, I could turn him into my puppet."

"Effectively, that would create a perfect undercover agent for me."

"With Matthew, I need to have the identity of a duke, or at least understand more about the existence in this Victorian Era."

Thinking this, Du Wei pulled open his clothes, inside which was wrapped a large expanse of white bandages, with spots of coagulated blood faintly visible.

He took out a letter from the inner layer of his clothes.

He casually opened it and said, "Hell's Gate, can you really provide me with the answers I want?"

Lines of text appeared: [Yes, master, whatever you wish to know, it will tell you, but each gate is different, and they will not feed back to you in the same way.]

[Moreover, what lies behind Hell's Gate is extremely dangerous, are you sure you want to go there?]