Restarting the myth.

Chapter 7 Curse
The cruel war of faith ended with the collective death of the believers, which made Wayne feel very uncomfortable.

He acknowledged the power of the pistol, but it ruined the atmosphere too much and wasted his complicated psychological activities just now.

The unscrupulous behavior of the death believers also made Wayne lose the minimum reverence for the gods of this world. Come to think of it, the leader is a cross-dressing boss who relies on selling his persona to make money. If the top beam is not straight, the bottom beam will be crooked too. We cannot expect the death believers to die rather than surrender.

Wayne sighed and said that it was good this way, he was just an ordinary person, and if the world was safe, he would be safe too.

On the side, the believers stood in a row with their hands against the wall. Relying on his strong body, William greeted the captives one by one on a physical level.

One of the faces was very familiar to Wayne, the dock worker Pluto, who was knocked to the ground by William's smooth little combo.

Oyster root, adu root, gaga brussel root (X)

Left hook, right hook, rising dragon punch (√)
Magic is so simple!

After everyone was quiet, Veronica began to interrogate them. It was still the same old routine, with mushrooms that were so delicious that they made people hallucinate.

Veronica tracked the Death Walker all the way, and she didn't expect that she would make a huge breakthrough in a short period of time and successfully wiped out one of the opponent's strongholds. However, as the interrogation progressed, she inevitably became disappointed.

The Death Walker did not attend the party tonight. The organizer who seemed to be the leader was just an errand boy. Veronica not only came up empty-handed, but also succeeded in alerting the enemy.

The possibility of waiting for something to happen is too low, so Veronica asked the Death Walker where he was going, and got the answer that he went back to his hometown to get married.

Wayne scratched his head. It was so outrageous, but... so down-to-earth. The mysterious magician in his mind suddenly became friendly.

After questioning, Veronica learned the Death Walker's name and hometown address.

Mike Nelson, nicknamed 'Bloody Mike', was born in the small town of Kafuno, located northwest of the outskirts of Lund.

Mike was born into a mule and horse family. He came to the big city alone to work hard. He often hung out in the docks and warehouse areas. Once when he was trying to steal a job, he offended a local tyrant and was beaten until he was covered in blood. He was nicknamed Bloody Mike.

Mike has no money, no brains, and no money. He is destined to be a nobody in his life. If nothing unexpected happens, the dock will squeeze all his surplus value out of him, and when he can no longer work, he will return to his hometown with his meager savings and a sick and injured body.

But somehow, Mike turned things around. He became a believer of the goddess of death, successfully mastered magic, and recruited a group of younger brothers to seize a piece of territory in the warehouse area.

Mike never said a word about what happened to him. He was extremely devout to death and his personality changed drastically.

While Veronica was gathering intelligence, Wayne couldn't help wondering and asked William curiously, "William, as far as you know, is the goddess of death a man or a woman?"

"Female."

William did not hesitate, and added: "At least the appearance is a female image."

"In essence?"

"That's why...why are you asking?"

"Well, just now I blended into the crowd and pretended to pray, and I heard a voice in my ear. I don't know if it was the goddess of death. It was very low and definitely a male voice. He asked me if I was willing to give everything." Wayne said with a serious face.

"That's not the goddess of death. That's one of the three agents of death, Observer Griu. See the spider mark over there? That's the symbol of the Observer."

William answered Wayne's confusion, and then said in surprise: "Death never comes on its own initiative, but you are lucky to be able to let the observer personally send an invitation. This shows that you and death are very compatible."

William didn't say anything more. Since Wayne was invited by the Observer, it was very likely that he would become the follower of the Goddess of Death on earth and gain powerful abilities as a result. He was by no means comparable to disciples like the Death Walker.

"It's not such a blessing to be chosen by death, Observer Griu..."

Wayne was halfway through his words when William covered his mouth. The latter approached with a big face and warned: "You are on the list of observers. You can't call him by name directly, otherwise he will think you are responding to the invitation. Do you understand?"

Wayne was stunned for a moment, pushed away William's hand that seemed to be taking advantage of him, and asked curiously: "What will happen if he thinks I respond?"

“His will will come here and plant the mark of a disciple of death for you.” William said solemnly.

"Gudu!"

William's voice was too cold, far from his usual optimism and sunshine. The huge contrast made Wayne swallow his saliva subconsciously, and he secretly said that it was a close call. Fortunately, the gay stopped him in time, otherwise the agent's will would come, and he would definitely not have a good day today.

Just as he was thinking about it, there was a sudden change in the center of the warehouse. The inverted triangle symbol submerged by green plants emitted a burst of black light, and eight spider legs twisted and entangled in the void, as if the sage time had ended, and it became lively again.

The twisted spider legs sank into the void and connected to the outside world. The low whisper echoed throughout the warehouse, followed by a strong impact of the black curtain.

The dark shock wave swept across the entire place, turning everything in its path grey and white.

Veronica did not defend herself, and neither did William. They seemed to have been mentally prepared, or rather, they had been waiting for this moment. Not only did they not defend themselves, they also calmly accepted the baptism of the black light.

The believers were all safe and sound. The shock wave was only horrifying on a visual level, but it had no physical killing power. After the black light dissipated, the gray-white warehouse returned to its original appearance.

Except for Wayne, who felt something change in his body. "Veronica, how are you?"

William asked tentatively, and seeing Veronica shook her head, she sighed, "The curse is not so easy to break. Who said last time that two negatives equal a positive? Oh, I guessed. It's okay then."

Veronica didn't comment and rolled her eyes, letting William experience it himself.

"Excuse me for interrupting. Could you tell me more specifically about the curse? Is it the will of the observer?" Wayne's expression was stiff, and cold sweat soaked his clothes on his back.

"It has nothing to do with the Observer, and it has nothing to do with you either. The curse comes from another agent of death, the Judge. Because destroying the ritual will incur the curse, I have cast a spell on you that will protect you from the curse."

William slapped Wayne on the shoulder. Just when he was proud of his foresight, his eyes suddenly widened and he said in disbelief, "What's going on? Where's my magic? Are you, are you cursed?"

"You ask me, who should I ask? I don't know either!"

Wayne had a sad face. Of course he knew what happened, but only children would admit their mistakes, while adults knew that it was the right thing to do to pass on the blame.

As expected, William thought that he had made a mistake in casting the spell and caused Wayne to be cursed. He was so flustered that he couldn't speak clearly: "Don't panic, you are not a magician, you won't be cursed to seal your magic power... No, how do you feel, how are you, has there been any changes in your body?"

As he spoke, he touched Wayne all over, but the latter refused and jumped away.

Where should I touch? Is that the place that can be touched with the same function?
“There are definitely some physical changes.”

Wayne pursed his lips, his eyes wandering with confusion, and said half-truthfully: "I'm very hungry, I want to eat something, hiss, the more I think about it, the hungrier I get."

As he spoke, he stared straight at Veronica, and in return received a vicious look, so he wisely turned his gaze to William.

"Wayne, you don't want to eat people, do you?" William subconsciously took a step back.

"No, it's just normal hunger. Anything that can fill your stomach is fine, except potatoes. There is also... another kind of hunger."

Wayne took a deep breath and said, "It's not the body, but some inexplicable place. I can't describe it, let's call it the soul. My soul is full of magic, uh, it should be magical energy... I'm not a professional, so I don't know how to describe it."

"Magic?" William answered quickly.

"Yes, yes, that's it. I'm still craving for magic power."

Wayne nodded repeatedly and said firmly: "My soul craves for magic power. If there is no magic power to replenish it, my soul will soon starve to death. That's right!"

Having said that, he glanced at Veronica again, and as expected, he received another fierce look.

"The Judge's curse is extremely malicious and uncertain. It is possible that he feeds on magic power, but he is just an ordinary person. He does not have magic power to satisfy the hunger of his soul. Even if he did, it would be sealed by the curse just now. If we leave it alone..."

There was a short science lecture coming from the corner of the wall. Wayne looked down in the direction of the sound and saw his black cat Monica walking towards him in a cat-like manner.

"The cat, the cat is talking." Wayne's eyes widened.

Monica jumped onto William's head and continued, "William, because of your mistake, an ordinary person was cursed. He will die. You have to be responsible for your mistake."

"What can I do? I was cursed and all my magic power was sealed. The only bit left was accumulated from daily meditation. I can't help him." William looked at Veronica with grievance, blinking his thick eyebrows and big eyes.

"dimension……"

"Humph!"

Get a head back.

William had no choice but to lift Monica high above his head and said with a grin, "You're lucky that your magic power isn't sealed. How about this, you're responsible for feeding him. I'll owe you that. I'll make whatever you want to eat in the future."

Monica was easy to talk to. A thoughtful expression appeared on the cat's face: "Yes, I can, but I can't satisfy him all the time unless he meditates to gain magic power."

"But it's too difficult, he will starve to death soon." William shook his head.

"Yes."

Monica nodded, and after a while, she broke free from William's hold, jumped lightly onto Wayne's shoulder, and put her paws on Wayne's face.

Oh, what a cute little meatball!
Wayne looked sideways and met Monica's golden cat eyes. The latter said hoarsely, "I can plant the seeds of magic in you, guide and help you become a magician in the shortest possible time, but there is no free lunch in the world. I am your guide. From now on, you can only believe in the Moonlight Goddess like me. Is there a problem?"

"No."

Wayne was overjoyed. He took advantage of the chaos to make up an excuse and become a magician. It was a blessing in disguise.

However, a magical girl and a cute pet that can talk and grant magic power, this combination seemed to be seen somewhere before...

(End of this chapter)