Esoteric Buddhism: To live as king in America

Mian muttered this condition as she leaned back in her chair.

For a newcomer who has never been exposed to the extraordinary, this sacrifice is indeed much simpler, but for Mian, this option is no different from not having one.

He could not possibly kill an innocent person for this reason. That's the bottom line, that's the principle.

Am I forced to endure the illusions and continue reading?

Mian rubbed his temples, feeling incredibly troubled.

Whether you deduce the rest of the text based on the known content or read it through the illusions, it takes a lot of time, and the latter is an extreme test of physical fitness and mental state.

Without Leo, Mian simply couldn't read on his own. And after just three hours of reading, Leo was now practically on the verge of death—if he weren't still conscious, Mian would have considered taking him to the hospital.

However, just like a pillow being delivered when you're sleepy, the cheat code made its presence known at this moment.

The close-fitting pocket sent a burning pain through me.

Mian hurriedly took the shards of the mirror out of his pocket. The white characters on the not-so-clear mirror surface danced, stuffing information into Mian's mind as if venting his anger.

"You have come across a magic book written in Sumanan. As Your Majesty the King, you disdain such trivial matters as magic and naturally do not understand Sumanan. However, in order to defeat the treacherous dragon, you do not mind reading this book. Fortunately, your loyal attendant has always prepared a dictionary for you to read."

"Of course, reading comes at a small price, but fortunately, as the supreme king of the Kingdom of Haris, you only need to shed a little blood to make up the entire price."

"Croak!"

Mian let out a scream. He hadn't made such a commotion with the illusion of the magic book, and at this moment, he almost rolled off his chair from the pain of his suddenly going crazy golden finger.

What do you mean by this? I saw some other illusion that made you feel threatened? Then give me some more rewards, like a normal cheat system, you bastard!

Mian pressed her head, trying to focus her gaze on the text on the golden finger.

Thinking about the meaning of the cheat code, could it be that one can use their own blood as a sacrifice for this spell?

Are you saying I'm some kind of shallow-sea monster?

Mian mentally grumbled, then glanced at the tissue she had just used to wipe her nosebleed. Since the blood was already flowing, she might as well use it.

After letting Leo rest for a while and recover his energy, Mian immediately began preparing to release the spell.

The spell is not complicated. It only requires this magic book as a medium, a simple magic circle, and the placement of sacrificial items on the magic circle. Then, the incantation can be recited to successfully cast the spell.

Using an oil-based pen and A4 paper, Mian drew the magic circle based on her memory. Then, holding the magic book, she directed Leo to place the two wads of tissues stained with her nosebleed into the center of the magic circle.

Mian took a deep breath and then began chanting the incantation.

"Asemaca Bo Abi Deo... Tunka Sedobosankabixu Fode!"

All the incantations had been fully transmitted to his mind through his imagination while he was reading the magic book. Even though he didn't understand their meaning, Mian could still imitate the pronunciation and recite them.

But the moment the last syllable fell, a sudden change occurred.

The crude magic circle drawn with an oil-based pen on cheap A4 paper suddenly lit up! Not a soft glow, but a blinding, pure incandescent light, as if molten metal was flowing within it. The light instantly devoured the hastily drawn symbols on the paper, and then, like living thorny vines, it wrapped around the two wads of tissues soaked in Mian's blood in the center of the magic circle.

Om-! ! !

A sharp, almost ear-piercing buzzing sound exploded without warning inside Mian's skull.

The sound did not come from the outside world, but directly from the depths of his brain, with a strong sense of shock, causing his vision to go black instantly and his temples to throb violently.

Leo, standing nearby, let out a muffled groan, clutching his ears in pain, his body swaying precariously.

Endless hallucinations and auditory hallucinations surged towards Mian like a burst dam. He seemed to hear the buzzing of moths in a dark forest, and the delirious murmurs of a fisherman alone as he fished in the deep sea.

He seemed to see a fishhook thrown from a deep well, only to rise vertically upwards in the eye of the storm. He saw a knight charging at the windmill, only to have his lance pierce him instead.

"Ugh..."

Mian gritted his teeth, trying to resist the impact that was almost tearing his reason apart. He felt a cold force trying to forcefully enter his body through the blood-stained tissue, creating a strange resonance with his blood and his consciousness.

Just then—

A grand, cold voice, yet carrying an indescribable excitement and a sense of homecoming, resounded simultaneously from the depths of his and Leo's souls, drowning out all the buzzing and whispers:

"I'm back!"

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Ryan Ford was always grateful for his own caution.

Despite being a "fisherman," Ryan was often praised for being as cunning as a "moth." Ryan never saw this as an insult, but rather as a compliment.

No matter what you do, you should always have a backup plan, just in case you need it someday.

Ryan always held this belief. And now, everything that happened after her death proved Ryan's belief to be correct once again.

That damned "lackey," did he think he could kill the great Ryan with a sneak attack?

Although he did succeed, Ryan, with the backup plan he left in the spellbook, is now back as fast as lightning.

Yes, the spell written in the magic book that is most easily deciphered is not a spell to help people learn languages ​​at all, but a spell that uses the magic book, an object created by Ryan using his own skin, to call Ryan back from the "well" of death.

For this backup plan, Ryan specifically wrote the spellbook in Sumanan, a mysterious and special language that only the "Fisherman" could decipher through synesthetic illusions without understanding the language. And this spell was left within that illusion.

A roughneck like that "lackey" couldn't trigger an illusion. The powerful "fishermen," on the other hand, mostly already knew Sumanan and didn't need illusions to decipher the spellbook, so they naturally wouldn't discover the spell's existence.

Therefore, the only one who could recite the incantation to summon Ryan back must be the rookie among the "fishermen," making him the perfect candidate for possession.

Now there's only one step left. Let me absorb the energy of the sacrifice and complete the possession, hehehe!

Ryan grinned maliciously and reached out his hand to the sacrifice in the boundless darkness of his soul state.

However, at that moment, she suddenly realized that the offering she had touched was neither the blood of a shallow-sea monster nor the pitiful person whose dream was about to be realized.

Ryan couldn't describe what it was; he only felt it was incredibly majestic and grand. Before Ryan could react, he was already swept up in it.

At that moment, the "fisherman" who was waiting to be possessed saw the magnificent palace for the first time, and saw the uncrowned king sitting on the throne.