Deity Investigation Report

Chapter 235 Compensation during the Song-Chu Period
Rong Qiyue's guess was actually correct...

Feeling that strange sensation, Han Su was pleasantly surprised.

Rong Qiyue had previously mentioned that during the second stage of promotion, he could feel the effect of the emperor's words, which was the reason he had the idea of ​​being promoted.

But now it seems that this wonder is more prevalent than imagined, and the fishermen's chants have played an unexpected role.

Reciting fishermen's chants was originally a safety valve I designed, but now it seems completely useless.

The mysterious will can corrupt people's minds because those supernatural beings that once existed, even if they have perished, still leave behind spiritual vitality in this world.

Even after death, the spirit of a superhuman being who has developed a vibrant spirit can continue to exist in the world.

However, the quantity is too small, and the activity is diluted by the world, so there is not much left.

However, the surreal species that have merged with divine matter are different; their divine matter and spiritual activity have exceeded the limits.

Even though they have been extinct for a long time, they still coexist with the real world, as if forming huge treasures.

This might be what the long-haired female student at the Midtown Library meant by "the gods never die"?
To put it bluntly, it's not immortality, but rather that its spiritual activity contains a spirit, giving it the ability to revive under certain conditions.

Similarly, stealing the mysterious power they leave behind will also affect one with this residual spiritual activity.

This is the biggest challenge in the second phase of training.

While stealing power, one is constantly influenced by the residual will, and sooner or later, one will lose oneself and be completely ensnared.

And now, the role of the emperor's writings...

Han Su was trying to stimulate divine substances by constantly polluting and then cutting off the source of pollution, just as he had used pollution to enhance his spiritual activity before. Once he encountered danger, he would use fishermen's chants to forcibly drive away those mysterious forces.

But the current situation is completely unexpected. My thoughts were completely superfluous. The emperor's words alone have driven away all my will.

He silently observed the changes in the emperor's writing.

They seem to be written in their own spiritual world, intertwining with divine matter to form a beautiful and magical structure.

This script dispelled the remaining will within all mystical forces and even strengthened its own divine essence.

Pure, stable, and resolute.

Even their mental activity seemed to be affected, becoming even more active.

The pale power that he had summoned was absorbed and merged by these words, as if it had never existed.

"What an unprecedentedly good thing this is..."

It's like I was initially satisfied with a small update, but then all the attributes were maxed out.

"If that's the case..."

After carefully considering these changes, Han Su gritted his teeth and tried summoning another substance:

[Ghost Flame!]

A strange flame appeared in his spiritual world, and then cautiously came into contact with his own divine essence.

Like the pale skin, the moment they came into contact, a terrifying change was triggered, and Han Su's body was instantly covered with those burn scars.

He felt as if his entire being was burning up, transforming into a being that existed solely as ghost particles, devoid of a physical body. However, this transformation lasted only an instant before being suppressed by the Emperor's writing and vanished without a trace.

As the ghostly flames were completely eliminated, the emperor's writing became even more vivid.

It devoured these mysterious powers like a sponge absorbing water.

Its own divine essence seemed to have grown much stronger all at once, more than doubling in size compared to its initial state.
This seems like an unimaginable blessing.

Han Su's original idea was to use mysterious power to stimulate his own divine substance and make it stronger.

It's like constantly injecting yourself with toxins to force your body to develop resistance.

Unexpectedly, the emperor's words disrupted everything, and it seemed that there was no need for him to resist at all. He only needed to find the mysterious power and make contact with it to directly steal it.

In theory, this is the same path that the Disaster Management Bureau is currently exploring, except that one can steal mysterious power without worrying about being influenced by mysterious will, and still maintain the purity of divine matter.

Even the speed was unbelievably fast; it absorbed water like a sponge, without a single leak...

Almost everyone would applaud this.

For a fleeting moment, Han Su felt a surge of pride, as if he were high above, looking down on everything and in control of everything within his sight.

Historical remnants and mysterious powers are all just bait and nourishment for me...

but……

Han Su suddenly clenched his teeth, the shadow in his heart suddenly magnified, and he realized the most terrifying problem:

"The Emperor's writings devour everything, and also affect my own divine essence..."

"Isn't this itself another form of pollution?"

"..."

Strictly speaking, the Emperor's writings also belong to a kind of mystical power, even surpassing other mystical powers.

"receive!"

Realizing this, he hardened his heart and hastily withdrew his spiritual tendrils.

Fortunately, he had not actually come into contact with the Emperor's Book yet. The connection was only weak due to the resonance of their spiritual activity, which he forcibly severed with a thought.

Then, the remaining imperial characters inside his body seemed to tremble instantly.

Han Su felt a blur before his eyes, and his whole body seemed to faint.

He barely opened his eyes and remained still for a long while.

An endless stream of sounds flooded my ears, filling my head and making me feel indescribably uncomfortable.

After a long wait, the feeling gradually subsided, and Han Su tried to stimulate his own vitality again.

The observed results confirmed the conjecture:

Its own divine essence is now clearly clearer and stronger than before, and it seems to have grown a bit more.

It has remained pure, which should be attributed to Han Su's quick decision-making.

Even their mental activity level has been improved in the process, increasing from 71% to 75%.

If Han Su hadn't been exposed to Li Moses's theories, he would have been clapping and cheering excitedly by now.

But at this moment, he felt only immense fear and lingering dread, unable to imagine what would have happened if he had just become engrossed in the emperor's writings.

"This imperial script is indeed extremely powerful. With it in hand, I can soar to new heights in my mysterious power. The mysterious power training that others struggle to survive in is just a process for me, a process that can be almost omitted."

"But this script itself is also extremely strange. If I were to train using this method, I would unknowingly become its follower, or even the emperor's script carrier..."

"..."

Unconsciously, he felt as if he was already drenched in sweat. After calming down a bit, Han Su turned to look at his briefcase.

Inside was the "Book of the Emperor".

Han Su was certain that the book had changed.

He held his breath and carefully opened the suitcase.

He took out the black book, whose surface was exactly the same, and when he opened it, it was still full of strange characters.

With a slight stirring in his heart, Han Su activated his own divine essence, and in an instant, the words before him seemed to come alive and be pieced back together.

Clear lines of text appeared on the book:

【Thirteen Mysterious Sources, Number 04 – Pale】

Origin: Northern Europe

[Active period: 37th-38th century AD, the Dynasty of Giants]

[Description: The occurrence of this anomaly has been confirmed to be related to the uncontrolled proliferation system of flesh and blood that emerged during the radiation era, but the autonomous evolution of the group life and the establishment of mental anchors have endowed it with unexpected stability...]

【…】

"Ok?"

Upon seeing these words, Han Su was startled, feeling both fear and joy simultaneously.

To my horror, my guess was correct.

What appeared to be his own divine substance stealing the mysterious power was actually the Emperor's writing, or rather, the Emperor's Book, stealing that power; he was merely the medium.

What's surprising is the content revealed in the Emperor's Book, which seems to be related to the mysterious power he came into contact with.

Having stolen the mysterious power, they were able to decipher the knowledge it contained.
Or perhaps the Book of the Emperor already contained relevant knowledge, which manifested itself upon contact with the mysterious power?
Of course, these contents seem to only manifest themselves through their own divine material resonance.

what is this?
There are fingerprint passwords, iris passwords, and voiceprint passwords, but the Emperor's Book requires a password mediated by divine matter.
In a sense, haven't I become the medium through which this knowledge enters reality?
Han Su increasingly felt that the book's eeriness far exceeded his imagination, and now he could only make simple judgments.

I was thinking in the wrong direction from the very beginning.

There's no need to understand the emperor's script or decipher the meaning of each character.

Because the words themselves are traces.

These are traces of the emperor's presence in this world! The correct way to understand the Emperor's Book is to be corrupted by it, just as many people understand mysterious things by being corrupted by mysterious forces.

After pondering for a long time, he calmed down and looked closely. He then discovered that the dates and vocabulary used in these documents were different from modern habits, exhibiting an ancient and calm style.

I couldn't fully understand it, but I could intuitively recognize the value of the information. In my mind, another document even came to mind.

That was the Pale Giant Report that I had seized during the Mother Tree incident.

That report was actually a record of an experiment on a mysterious force codenamed "Pale".

It feels like there's something related between these two things?

For a moment, his mind was filled with a myriad of thoughts. Han Su could clearly recognize the mystery of this book, as well as its danger. However, a book that could devour mysterious power and reveal unknown knowledge was simply too powerful...

Han Su certainly had no intention of giving up on the book. It was indeed dangerous, and he had no right to refuse something that was dangerous but useful.

Furthermore, what kind of things in a mysterious circle aren't dangerous?
Lee Moses has made a big step forward in the kidnapping case, and he has a feeling that he will soon be facing those ambitious people, so he can't be without some trump cards.

Therefore, even knowing the danger, one must still use it, at least to understand the mysterious power one possesses, and then use it to enhance one's own divine essence.

As for the risks, aren't they the price we have to pay for pursuing these things?

"And then there are the fishermen's chants..."

"This incantation displays far too much of a high divine nature, and now it can even resonate with the Book of the Emperor..."

"What was Song Chu thinking back then that led him to give it to me...?"

"..."

"..."

Outside Qinggang City, in an uninhabited manor, cobwebs covered the ground, furniture was in disarray, tattered curtains fluttered in the wind, and a thick white candle, as thick as a human arm, burned on a long table.

Song Chushi sat at the end of the long table and ate his dinner in silence.

Beside him lay his suitcase, and he continued to grumble, "How could you do this to them?"

"what!"

"I'm just asking you, do you think you've done right by them?"

"..."

The voice from the box even had a righteous tone: "Look, look, that celebrity investigator still remembers your kindness!"

"You're the one who dragged them out of the comfort zone of reality, you're the one who sent them into this strange and unpredictable world, you're the one who wanted to use them to defeat those monsters hiding in the shadows..."

"Tell me, besides your investigator's license, what have you ever helped them with? Even that investigator's license was earned through their own abilities!"

"You were clearly just using her... but she actually remembers your kindness!"

"Even at a time like this, knowing that someone is plotting against you, they still go to great lengths to deliver a message to you..."

"I was so fucking moved!"

"..."

"actually……"

Song Chushi cut off a large piece of steak, brought it to his mouth, but then stopped. The incessant chatter from the box was making him impatient, but a hint of guilt also appeared between his brows: "I know I've really let him down..."

“There are some things that only he can do, so he has to do them. But I originally planned to make it up to him in some way. It's just a pity that things have progressed step by step like this…”

"Ugh……"

"..."

"quack……"

The monster in the box laughed: "Although you are wanted by more than a dozen cities, you are not a purely bad person. Honest kids get into big trouble, and it is because you are not a purely bad person that you can scare them."

"You've always felt you owe nothing to the world, but you feel indebted to this child. I'm curious, how could you carry out that vicious plan in this state?"

"Now, do you still have the nerve to take that final step?"

"..."

During the Song-Chu period, even with the piece of meat right in front of his mouth, he had no desire to put it in.

After a long silence, he sighed softly, "Indeed, we should find a way to make it up to him..."

But he only paused slightly before his eyes hardened again: "But the plan must be pushed forward."

"Qinggang is serious this time, which is a good thing. It means that we have finally been recognized by those people. I don't mind facing them head-on, nor do I mind causing some bloodshed. However, before starting all this, I do need to find a way to make amends to him."

"These days, the only gift that fits the criteria... is that skull in the safe?"

"..."

The monsters inside the box were startled: "Holy crap, are you crazy?"

Song Chu remained silent, but his eyes had become resolute.

I really can't let a child down like that, because it would make me feel no different from those rats in the shadows, and I wouldn't act directly.

……

……

Meanwhile, in Qinggang West City, in a secluded "Empress" palace hidden among blooming flowers, Wei Lan, dressed in an elegant gown, was facing a bronze mirror that occupied an entire wall, studying her makeup step by step in front of a row of old photos.

This is a required course for "empresses." They must be able to reproduce certain mysterious makeup techniques on their own faces. Therefore, their daily studies consist of constantly applying makeup to their faces.

That's all there is to it...

As she tried on different lipstick shades, she said, "I've already sent out the message you brought out, and I'm sure the other party has received it."

"I've explained all the questions that needed answering. We are all being chased by a common fate. The enemy in the shadows has begun to stir. The truth about the castle kidnapping case and the whereabouts of the kidnapped children are the two major goals we need to pursue now."

"Of course, there is another task, which is to rescue the children who are being tortured by monsters in the castle, but only he can do that task, we can't get involved."

“I know these truths are shocking, you can find a place to process them yourself.”

"Now, I also need to prepare to attend the meeting in the Qinggang Council Hall. Heh, it was only after I became the Queen that I realized we also have a red chair in the Qinggang Council Hall..."

"..."

"Is this the end?"

Lu Neng was dissatisfied, and his crossed legs kept shaking.

The fruit platter on the coffee table, which was usually just for decoration, had been almost completely eaten by him, but he looked dissatisfied: "You made such a big fuss, and all I did was deliver a message?"

"Since he only asked you to help pass on a message, then you should just pass on the message."

Wei Lan said, "We are facing a war, and a war in which the enemy is in the dark while we are in the light. Of course, we have to be careful in everything we do."

"We need to be more careful in the future. Now that we've left our mental coordinates, we can try communicating remotely."

"..."

"Fine!"

Lu Neng stood up and looked around at the room full of splendor. Exquisite and mysterious objects, including headdresses, necklaces, bracelets, and gorgeous robes, were all placed in sealed display cases.

His face was full of admiration when he suddenly asked, "Is there anything in this house that you don't need?"

"?"

Wei Lan immediately became wary and said, "No!"

"I have many good things here, but they were all left behind by the former empress. Each one is very important, and no one else can touch them, otherwise... there will be a curse!"

"..."

"All right……"

Lu Neng waved his hand: "Then I'll head back first."

Wei Lantong carefully examined him in the mirror, then left the room empty-handed, finally letting out a sigh of relief. Outside, Lu Neng's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he grinned slightly: "He won't do anything unless he tells me? These people are incredibly inefficient!"

"What do you mean by 'the enemy is in the dark while we are in the light'? The only one in the light is clearly that guy; we're all in the shadows..."

What should we do?

"..."

While pondering this, he took out a lipstick from his pocket, applied it to the back of his hand, and observed the color against the sun.

"I should try to see this guy as little as possible from now on..."

In the Empress's garden, Wei Lan was thinking to herself, "My reputation is too bad. It's fine if I meet with other people, but if someone finds out that I'm meeting with him, it will seriously damage the Empress's image..."

Just then, her gaze swept over the full range of lipsticks in front of her, and she froze, thinking she was seeing things: "Where is my lipstick? I'm missing one?"

　I came back from receiving an award in Chengdu and ate two big bowls of braised pork intestine noodles. I'll post this for today; it's a few hundred words short of 6,000 words. I'll stop here for now and reconsider the rest later.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)