activa-t Chapter 11 You try Avada Kedavra?
Chapter 11 You try Avada Kedavra?
The next morning at eight o'clock, Winston was woken up by his alarm clock on time.
With two huge dark circles under his eyes, he opened the system panel.
Good morning! Today's Earth Knowledge Tip: Victorian nights were extremely dangerous due to the lack of lighting. If you must go out at night, please remember to carry a fire source with you.
I remembered this last night, but it doesn't seem very useful.
[You've checked in for 5 consecutive days! Congratulations! Your tenure has surpassed 2% of your predecessors!]
We're not a sign-in system, and there's no reward for logging in every day, so why bother writing this line every day to pad the word count?
v1888 yawned and landed on the bedside table, saying to Winston:
【May you be blessed, Master—did you sleep well last night? Why did you start curling up as soon as you opened your eyes?】
"Because I feel like I've forgotten something," Winston said. "When Her Majesty's eyeballs were hitting me last night, did you hear anything about 'magic' or something?"
"I heard you. I am, after all, part of the system," the Black Vulture said. "Mysticism exceeding the limit will be converted into temporary magic. What's wrong?"
Winston exclaimed excitedly, "That's magic!!"
"What's so special about magic?" v1888 muttered. "Before I transmigrated with you, I was a great demon, using more magic every day than the water flowing from your tap."
"That's magic!" Winston ignored it, emphasized it again, and turned to look intently at the system panel.
Sure enough, it said:
[Occultism: 999 (Maximum reached, warning: Excessive occultism may attract the attention of unknown entities!)]
【临时魔力：60（每10点超出上限的神秘学将转化为1点临时魔力，临时魔力会随着时间流逝而减少，正常情况下每24小时失去1点）】
Upon reading this, Winston became fully awake.
It seems that being watched by the ancient gods has some advantages.
v1888 said sarcastically: "[You get beaten up by a rich kid on the street for no reason, and the rich kid gives you five dollars. You say there's some benefit to getting beaten up.]"
"..." Winston turned to it and said, "We're practically family, aren't we? Why don't you beat it up for me?"
The black eagle imagined itself battling Cthulhu and chuckled awkwardly: "...Let me get you some water. Your voice is still hoarse; why don't you drink more hot water?"
It slunk away to fetch the teapot, while Winston sat alone on the bed, frowning at the words "temporary magic," gradually realizing an important question: "...How do you use magic?"
This thing shouldn't be like internal energy or fighting spirit, where you can feel it flowing through your body by gathering your qi in your dantian or coughing.
"Just use it like that." v1888 grabbed the teapot handle with its claws, poured out a cup of cold tea that Winston had brewed last night, and chanted an incantation.
"For example?" Winston asked humbly.
v1888 lagged a bit.
It suddenly realized that demonic spellcasting was instinctive, requiring no specific syllables or gestures.
Why don't you try Avada Kedavra?
"..."
Ten minutes later, Winston not only tried Avada Kedavra, but also experimented with Grease, Heroic Spirit Summoning, Shadow Clone, and Let It Go.
None of them succeeded.
Even v1888 was puzzled: "Does this world have strict rules regarding magic? But you do possess magic... Let me think..."
Before his time travel, the magic master pondered for five minutes, then solemnly said to Winston:
Try repeating this incantation after me. Listen carefully: "(In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti) In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, our help comes from the Lord who created heaven and earth..."
Winston repeated word for word: "...In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, our help comes from the Lord who created heaven and earth. I drive you out, all unclean spirits, all hostile forces. Therefore, damned serpent, depart from this servant of the Lord, go away, Satan! Do not tempt me again..."
He stopped halfway through reciting: "Is this magic? Why does it sound like a church exorcism prayer?"
[Oh my, you even know Latin.] v1888 was slightly surprised. [It's not just similar, it's an exorcism prayer. Don't take it lightly, this stuff really works. When I possessed a human back then...]
Before it could finish speaking, a deafening roar, seemingly inhuman, suddenly came from the wall opposite the bed in the Prime Minister's bedroom!
Inside the wall covered by old printed wallpaper, a face frantically struggling to emerge was revealed!
It stared intently at Winston, who had just finished reciting the prayer, its twisted face filled with deep-seated hatred. The once-solid wall suddenly bulged inward as if it were plastic sheeting, outlining an indescribable husk!
v1888 was startled and took a few steps back. Winston thought it was going to shield him, but it actually stood in front of Winston, trembling with fear:
What is this? How did it get inside your wall?!
"—!!!"
The fierce and indescribable roar shook the ceiling, causing dust to fall in a flurry. The wallpaper, like the belly of a woman in her tenth month of pregnancy, bulged and stretched into a translucent, gelatinous color. The creature inside waved its tangled limbs, trying to escape but unable to.
Winston and v1888, those two cowards, huddled together on the bed, too afraid to move. Fortunately, the monster only roared for a few dozen seconds before it shrunk back as if exhausted, disappearing unwillingly. The walls returned to their original state, showing no trace of their previous deformation.
[Exorcism successful, consuming 5 temporary mana points. Gain 10 authority points and 3 points in occultism.]
[Your occult abilities have reached their limit, and compared to other attributes, this attribute value is too high. If not dealt with quickly... an unknown entity will be waiting to enter your dreams every night.]
Winston: "..."
Oh no! His profound mysticism stems from the gaze of the unknown, and the unknown gazes upon him because his mysticism is so profound, his descendants endlessly repeating this cycle!
When Winston went berserk, v1888 was also emotionally unstable, her feathers standing on end, pacing back and forth on the sheets with her claws outstretched.
[Was that a demon...? One of my own kind? That shouldn't be, there's neither heaven nor hell on this planet, yet the exorcism prayer worked...]
"At least magic is useful. I'm only one forbidden spell away from becoming Gandalf," Winston consoled himself.
"Let's keep this on file and discuss it again later." He said decisively to v1888, "Norman Lovecraft, the gardener of Regent's Park, is known as an expert in the occult. He might have read some proper magic books and know about the demons in the walls. Remember to remind me to ask him next time we meet."
"Ding-dong".
Just then, the doorbell rang at the Prime Minister's residence.
"Prime Minister, it's me! Your private secretary, Martin Greerling!" Martin shouted from the doorway on the first floor.
"Martin, come in quickly! You've come at the right time," Winston replied from the second floor while hurriedly changing his clothes.
"I can't believe there isn't a maid here to help open the door." Martin opened the door with the help of the guards, went up to the second floor, took off his hat to salute Winston, and said, "You didn't even have breakfast, did you?"
Winston replied, "No, I'm just about to go to the nearby coffee shop for breakfast and, while I'm at it, I'll personally post the maid's job ad on the lamppost."
Martin: "..."
He couldn't tell for a moment whether the new prime minister in front of him was telling the truth or mocking him, so he observed him carefully for a few moments. Upon closer inspection, he felt that Winston was subtly different from yesterday.