My esoteric uncle Jules

Chapter 95: Fruit of the Wave
Alan looked at Jules blankly, and after a while, he nodded mechanically.

"I..." He seemed to want to say something.

But Jules just reached out his hand, patted his shoulder, and said lightly:
"If you have anything to say, let's talk later."

After saying this, he looked at the Innsmouth residents around him who had not yet completed their transformation and still retained some normal mental state, and said leisurely:

"As for you, please stay in the room over there for a while."

These residents did not help the deep divers just now, so he naturally would not kill them without any explanation.

Everyone nodded fearfully.

After witnessing the horrific scene just now, they had no intention of confronting Jules.

What's more, they may have such a ridiculous idea in their minds:

What if Jules can really solve all this?

……

After sending everyone away, Jules walked on the pool of blood and went up to the central altar.

Compared to my memory, this place seems much older.

The originally neat stones have become bumpy and uneven due to the passage of time.

However, that pitch-black bone remains the same as before.

The passage of time has left no trace on it, just like the power it represents, which will never truly disappear.

Yule raised the corner of his mouth slightly, then stretched out his foot and kicked it away!
After he kicked the pitch-black bones off the altar, they only flashed a deep black light and then there was no further change.

He looked at the blank center of the altar, took a deep breath, and with a thought, he summoned out the black fish skeleton with some flesh and blood still hanging on it.

【remains】

[Effect: You can use this as an anchor to call for the return of the "wave."]

【Introduction: The sea will remember everything.】

As he stroked the skeleton, Jules' eyes gradually calmed down.

When he saw the altar for the first time, he knew how to call.

All you need to do is replicate the ceremony that you previously held in the Sixth History Fragment.

The only change was to replace the black bone with the [remains] in his hand.

Although his death was unclear, he still remembered how to perform the ceremony.

Soon, Jules placed the bone - as if it was specially designed, the groove in the center was just right to hold this huge fish bone.

After placing the fish bones, he took two steps back and stopped.

Then, he muttered something.

Jules' voice was low and obscure, echoing in the basement and making the surrounding air tremble faintly.

If you just listen, the prayers he is reciting at this moment are quite similar to the language spoken by those deep divers before, like a strange song.

However, the syllables are much larger and no longer seem so sticky.

As the prayers began, the temperature in the basement began to drop slowly, and soon became bone-chillingly cold.

The pool of blood on the ground began to emit a strange glow, and blood beads slowly rose and swirled around the altar.

The blood and flesh that splattered on the walls and ceiling were as if pulled away by an invisible hand, breaking away from where they were attached and converging towards the altar.

Surrounded by the faint light and flesh and blood, the fish bones gradually emitted a faint blue light.

In the dim blue light, the fish bones seemed to be slowly twisting and undulating, as if they were coming back to life.

Seeing this, Jules' expression became more focused.

Even though the basement walls were covered with a thin layer of ice, it couldn't stop the sweat from dripping from his forehead.

As the fish bones twisted and undulated, a mysterious and oppressive atmosphere filled the basement, as if the space was distorted by this force.

The Heart of the Wave began to beat at an unprecedented frequency, making him feel as if he was going to die suddenly in the next second.

As the heart of the wave beat, Jules felt that some kind of hidden knowledge seemed to be reappearing.

Following the inexplicable resonance, he said in a low voice with a solemn look in his eyes:

"Weaver of the tides, bearer of pearls!
The gift of the sea will eventually be returned - the tide will engrave your undying name, and the sand will remember your unfinished chapter!

Please follow this call and awaken from the wreckage of the crimson feast!"

After saying this, he used his hand as a knife and cut a hideous wound on his arm.

Any ritual involving "summoning" will open the "door" in the conceptual sense and requires the participation of the symbol of enlightenment.

And for the principle of enlightenment, wounds are also a kind of door.

Therefore, in many rituals, cutting a wound is an effective means of providing a symbol of enlightenment!

In the light, the sound of surging waves could be heard faintly, one wave after another, getting closer and closer, and clearer and clearer.

Along with the sound of waves, a powerful force spread from the altar. The entire basement was shaking under this force, and stones fell.

Jules stared at the fish bone intently, paying attention to its every movement.

Then, a surprising change occurred - on the black skeleton, blood threads began to extend from the remaining flesh and blood!

This means that the power of the wave is returning!
The blood quickly spread across the skeleton like a living thing, covering most of the skeleton in the blink of an eye.

The dark blue light grew stronger and stronger, almost turning the entire basement into a dark blue ocean.

The sound of the waves was deafening, as if it was about to break through the confinement of the basement. Jules gritted his teeth and continued to recite the prayers, maintaining the ritual - but his voice was already a little hoarse.

He could feel that some inexplicable will was preventing all this.

Without even thinking about it, he knew that it was the laws of the Red Cup that were causing trouble!

The pressure around him grew stronger and stronger, causing his body to tremble slightly.

What made him feel depressed was that although the power of the wave was returning, its speed was gradually slowing down, as if it had encountered some kind of obstacle.

Even the spreading blood vessels seemed to be retreating.

"The symbol of Kai is not enough..."

Yule felt a little anxious as he sensed his connection with the waves gradually weakening.

At this moment, under the interference of the Red Cup Law, the entire space was extremely depressing, as if any desire had fallen into a stagnant pool.

But he knew that this was only temporary.

The terrible appetite began to gradually dominate his reason, making him have the urge to pounce on and devour the remains in front of him.

"Eat it, eat it, and you will inherit the power of the waves..."

The seductive voice kept ringing in his ears, causing Yule's face to twist.

Even though these bewitching words sounded absurd, the voice seemed to hit the softest and most desired place in his heart every time.

Every time he spoke, the hunger and desire grew stronger.

Sensing his increasingly disordered heartbeat like a hammer and his rising desire, Yule's eyes turned fierce and he stabbed his finger directly into his chest.

He wants to tear a wound in the heart of the wave to enhance the effect of the ritual's call on the wave!
As long as the power of the waves can be successfully called upon, even just a little bit, it will definitely be enough to completely heal his heart!

Instead of letting Chibei do what he wants and passively waiting to die, it is better to take the initiative!

As soon as Yule's fingers touched the heart of the wave, a sharp pain came instantly, as if countless steel needles were piercing his nerves.

But he did not retreat at all. His nails dug deep into the surface of the heart and with a strong scratch, a bloody wound was torn open!

Blood gushed out, instantly dyeing his palms red and flowing down his arms.

But he didn't have the slightest intention to stop the bleeding. He just gasped and stared at the skeleton.

With the appearance of the wound, the already weakened blue light in the basement suddenly surged, like a ignited flame, surging wildly.

The blood on the fish bones began to spread rapidly again, crawling all over the remaining skeleton at an astonishing speed.

The sound of the waves was getting louder and louder, and the sound was as great as a flood that destroyed the world.

When the blood covered the entire fish skeleton, the overwhelming sound of waves suddenly stopped without warning.

Immediately afterwards, with a loud bang, a wave of blood surged out and directly submerged him!

The blood tide quickly disappeared as soon as it touched the ground, as if it had never existed.

But Yule only felt that some inexplicable changes seemed to have occurred as the blood tide receded.

"Is this... the return of some of my power?"

When the tide of blood dissipated, the scene reflected on the altar stunned him.

The flesh and blood on the fish bones all disappeared, replaced by a fruit hanging on the marlin's iconic long snout.

The fruit exuded an extremely tempting scent, and its entire body was azure blue with tidal-like patterns on it.

In just a trance, Jules subconsciously held it in his hand.

[Unripe Fruit of the Wave]

[Quality: Fifth-level rare item]

[Effect: Contains a trace of the power of the Stone Source God Wave.]

[Introduction: In churches and halls, in streets and skies, we all devour the remnants of the Stone Gods...Nothing can erase these remnants, for they will eventually be reborn.]

He stared at the Wave Fruit in his hand, as if he could hear the waves rising and falling in it.

And its "heartbeat".

And its heartbeat frequency is just enough to resonate with the dying heart in his chest.

"It seems that this is not a trap set by the Red Cup." Yule raised the corner of his mouth slightly and put the Fruit of Waves into his mouth without hesitation.

The sweet and juicy flesh exploded between his lips and teeth, and the fragrance sweeter than honey filled his mouth.

In an instant, he felt that his heart, which had been damaged for a long time and had not been effectively repaired, began to recover!
Boom, boom.

The heart rate slowed down rapidly and then returned to normal levels at a slow pace.

Is this... the power of the secret history dissipating? Jules pondered.

As the power of the wave was absorbed, the beating of the heart of the wave became more and more steady, as powerful as the beating of a war drum.

He could clearly feel the repair of his heart.

The damaged tissue healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the originally dull color gradually regained vitality, becoming bright red and full of vitality.

And the wound on the heart did not leave any scar at all.

Not only that, even after the heart was completely repaired, the power from the waves still seemed to have not completely disappeared.

It went around and around, and finally, it converged in Jules' brain.

(End of this chapter)