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Chapter 186 The Evil Spirit of Schrödinger's Law
"Love Craftsmanship? Who? Is he famous?" Austin asked in confusion. Why did this summoned evil spirit think it was so famous?
Xue Law: "..."

Evil spirit: "..."

After thinking about it, Xue's Law also understood. The name "Love Crafts" is actually a split of the name of H.P. Lovecraft, the founder of the Cthulhu Mythos. It's similar to splitting "five strips" into "five wood". If you call someone "Teacher Five Wood", most people will not know who it is.

However, this evil spirit is probably just a collection of people's fear of "Cthulhu," rather than Mr. Carter or Mr. Lovecraft.

Xue Dinglu was also stunned, because in his perception, this masked man who called himself "Ai Shouyi" was actually a level 4!
He's not a near-4th rank, but a true 4th rank who, even when his illusion materializes, drains a large portion of Xue's magic power in a short time. In fact, it seems he's not a weak existence among 4th rank beings.

No wonder those corrupt mystics are so obsessed with this power. Wendigo is almost Tier 4, and the masked man they're trying to summon for the first time is also Tier 4. What about all the other evil spirits?
He didn't believe that there was only one near-Tier 4 Wendigo among those fallen mystics; there must be many more evil spirits. Xue Law imagined the enemies he might face: Chainsaw Man? Jason? Skinny Guy? Or the Joker?

Thinking about it this way, Xue's Law began to get a headache. Those degenerate mystics had single-handedly turned the whole world into a world of ghost stories. This time, his enemy might not just be a simple vegetative person, but a ghost story formed from fear.

“Hello, Mr. Craftsman,” Xue Dinglu said, extending his hand.

"Hello, genius who can create such a technique. It's just a pity that I appear in the world as an evil spirit. If only I could appear as a heroic spirit." The masked man stared intently at the other person through the hole.

Xue Law simply shrugged, and the next moment, he summoned Birdman A and then announced the lottery number for the immoral Xiu Si over the loudspeaker.

Soon, the empty shell of the bird-man armor began to move, as Odysseus began to possess the armor.

"Is it another intelligence and investigation problem?" Odysseus knew his own limitations. He wasn't good at fighting. Among everyone here, he was only stronger than Austin, who had just entered the realm of magic. But when it came to intelligence gathering, everyone combined was no match for this scoundrel.

Through the magical contract, Xue's Law can temporarily trust this Mr. Craftsman, and with Odysseus as a backup plan, he doesn't have to worry about the old mystic suddenly dying in front of him.

He immediately set up a barrier and began exchanging the information he currently possessed with everyone.

Xue Law shares information on everything, including ancient creatures, corrupt and twisted mystics, vegetative patients, sacred tree reincarnation rituals, infant sacrifices, parasitic bacteria that infest ordinary people all over the world, and so on.

He noticed that both Odysseus and the old man who loved crafts looked thoughtful. Although they were not from the current world, they were probably more knowledgeable about intelligence than Xue himself.

"For now, you'll be in groups of three, focusing on investigating the fallen occultists and setting up any necessary rituals," Xue Dinglu began his previous instructions. "I just finished investigating the Secret Service, and I'll try my luck at the FBI and CIA later."

There were no problems with the three of them. The old mystic was content to be a tool for contacting the fallen mystic, Odysseus was in charge of intelligence gathering, and the old man who loved crafts was there as a backup for their group.

Odysseus and Austin are both too weak, one is at Tier 2 and the other is almost Tier 3. Xue Law is really not confident in them, so the Tier 4 Lovecraft can serve as a safety net.

"Wait, why don't you perform a summoning of evil spirits? At least we'll have one more mythical-level helper." Austin had just been taught about Schrödinger's Law of class hierarchy, and now he realized how foolish it was for a hero-level noob to try and fight a quasi-mythical.

He thought he could go toe-to-toe with Wendigo, but he ended up splitting open five times in five minutes.

"Me?" Xue Dinglu was taken aback.

He really didn't consider his own side. He is actually very versatile. If he really needs help, he can catch a couple of small animals and then summon the Sky Thunder.

“Since we’re already here…” Xue Dinglu began to set up the ritual again with the old mystic.

They haven't yet figured out the conditions for summoning. Unlike the highly targeted invocation of heroic spirits, the summoning of evil spirits seems to depend solely on "wishes," much like how fallen mystics summon the Wendigo, a traditional monster from the Americas.

Austin wanted to see Lovecraft, so he summoned the evil spirit "Lovecraft".

As for Xue's Law, what does he want?
The magic circle emitted a bright light once again. This time, the use of the illusion materialization ability seemed to be in full swing. Xue Luding desperately absorbed the energy of the earth and poured it into the illusion materialization to ensure the normal operation of his ritual.

What exactly did I summon?
A sense of anticipation began to emerge in Xue Dinglu's heart, along with an intense desire to see his true inner self.

"Then, appear, my evil spirit!" A beam of light shot into the sky, but this time, unlike the unremarkable special effects of the old man from Lovecraft's previous work, the sky seemed to be filled with holy light, and it appeared as if white raven feathers were falling. If they hadn't been summoning an evil spirit, this scene would have made Austin wonder if they had used the wrong summoning method, perhaps even stumbling upon Heaven or Eden?
However, what appeared before everyone was a giant armored man over ten meters tall, whose body was covered in magnificent armor interwoven with gold and white, and whose terrifying greatsword, more than thirteen meters long, exuded a sacred aura.

Most striking are the enormous wings of light that stretch out behind him. These wings, formed from pure energy, burst forth with light during battle, as if the flames of judgment were burning in the void. His face is covered by a semi-transparent divine mask, and his eyes emit a cold blue-white light.

This scene shocked everyone present, even the old man who loved his craftsmanship, whose mask revealed an inexplicable doubt.

"Wait, is this some kind of evil spirit summoning?" Austin retorted from the side.

He couldn't see any connection whatsoever between this seemingly divine warrior from the higher heavens and the word "evil spirit." At least the old man in his hand, who was known for his love of craftsmanship, was related to "Cthulhu Fear," but what was this thing?
Are there people in the world who are fear angels and heavenly warriors?
"How would I know him? And why is it this thing? I've already done my part by summoning a fake Zeus!" Xue Luding muttered to himself in dissatisfaction.

However, the next moment, it seemed as if Xue Dinglu was muttering softly.

The tall, holy warrior immediately became enraged, his beard bristling and eyes wide, and said, "You inherently evil human brat, I'll personally..."

It seemed ready to immediately raise its giant sword and swat Xue's law like swatting a mosquito.

"Wait a minute..." Xue Luding felt that this habit sounded familiar. He immediately caught the blade with his bare hands. The strong wind made Austin's face twitch. Then, the space distorted, and the entire tall holy warrior was taken back into the consciousness space by Xue Luding.

"Uh, no time to explain, let's get started. Old Austin, hurry up and find some more mystics, their intelligence is the most important. Odysseus, do your best. And old man Lovecraft, their safety is in your hands..." Xue Dinglu hurriedly gave his last instructions, then opened the portal and quickly left.

The speed was so fast that no one around could utter a word before they saw the portal flashing and closing.

"They're leaving already? We still don't know the name of that holy warrior, or what kind of evil spirit he corresponds to." Austin seemed disappointed that his curiosity hadn't been satisfied.

"Let's begin. You quickly contact your old occult companions, and preferably someone you absolutely trust. You get back to work here; I'll discuss things with Mr. Odysseus." The old man of the Craftsman gave Austin instructions for the next steps.

The old mystic began to look for other mystics he absolutely trusted.

And Love of Crafts and Odysseus came together.

"Let's introduce ourselves. You can call me 'Ai Shouyi' (Love Craftsman). My original self was a science fiction horror writer who created a literary work that has been a bestseller worldwide for over a hundred years. However, I am not him; I am merely an individual personified from this fear." The masked man extended his hand. His mask seemed mysterious, like a vortex, making people very curious about what lay beneath it.

Just like the allure of endless unknowns, the hole under that mask could even make one succumb.

Odysseus immediately turned his head and said, "Odysseus, ancient Greek, you may know me."

“Odysseus? The hero who entrusted Achilles with the last book in the final epic, the Odyssey?” the old man who loved crafts asked.

Odysseus was taken aback. He had been racing through the Earth's network for a long time and knew that in official history he was a wicked villain who drove a Trojan horse and slaughtered the city of Troy. Why did this evil spirit say that he was the hero who entrusted the will to him...?

"Wait, what is the history of your world?" Odysseus immediately realized the blind spot and hurriedly asked.

Then Odysseus heard another epic, the story of how the hero Sildires killed Zeus with a stone, and how Achilles returned home with a will. Odysseus was so astonished that he opened his mouth wide and remained silent for a long time.

After a long silence, he finally said with difficulty, "So, this world is our true future..."

"But which damn bastard wants to destroy this world?!" Odysseus's aura surged, and he could no longer conceal his killing intent.

In other worlds, they might be more concerned with fame, but in this world, it's their own!

It's even possible that your descendants are still alive in this world!

(End of this chapter)