Mystery: The Undead Don't Die from Linking the Fire

Chapter 150 A Miracle Is a Miracle

In the northern suburbs, there is a manor that covers a vast area.

Dorian looked at the middle-aged man who had returned from scouting outside the manor and asked in a deep voice:

"Verdu, what's the situation outside?"

Wearing gold-rimmed glasses and resembling a university professor, Verdu shook his head and said, "There are no members of the Aurora Society, nor are there any ambushes."

"No? How is that possible?"

Dorian looked somewhat astonished, as if he couldn't believe it.

Since Louis Wayne dared to raid Abraham's estate, he certainly didn't come alone. Even if he could act recklessly because of his teleportation ability, they knew to seek help from the Aurora Society when they betrayed Abraham before, so it's impossible that they didn't notify the Aurora Society this time.

So even after dealing with Louis Wayne, Dorian dared not relax for a moment, because he firmly believed that the outside was definitely surrounded by the Aurora Order's Extraordinary Ones. But now Verdu was telling him there was nothing there—how could that be?

Is Louis Wayne really so arrogant that he can take care of everyone by himself? What makes him so capable? Even if he's a Sequence 5, wiping out the Abrahams wouldn't be easy. Or has he really become that arrogant? No, it can't be that simple!

Dorian was quite familiar with his most outstanding disciple. Even if Louis Wayne's joining the Aurora had caused him mental problems, he was by no means a fool! He knew very well that even though Abraham didn't have a single Sequence 6, he possessed more than one powerful sealed artifact, enough to rival a Sequence 5 Beyonder. Without seeking the Aurora's support, it would have been impossible...

Dorian suddenly had a guess and subconsciously turned his gaze to the side of the table. There, Fors was feeding ice cream to a little girl named Kurara beside him.

Just now, those seemingly petite twin girls played a crucial role in killing Louis Wayne. One blocked Louis Wayne's escape route, while the other, using unknown methods, stealthily circled behind him and delivered a fatal backstab.

He had initially thought Fors was there to be a bodyguard for the twins, but now he realized it was the complete opposite! Louis Wayne wasn't stupid, and Sequence 5 was by no means weak, yet he still died here. What happened to the Aurora Society reinforcements he had brought in?

Dorian turned his gaze back to Verdu and found that the man was looking at Fors and the others with surprise and suspicion. He knew that Verdu had probably guessed the reason as well—Louis had indeed sought help from the Aurora Society, but most of the people he had contacted had probably already been dealt with.

Dorian took a deep breath, feeling both lingering fear and relief.

What's frightening is that this crisis almost dealt another devastating blow to the Abrahamic family. Fortunately, the Abrahamic family made the most correct decision in their history. The prophecy, forged with the lives of their ancestors, was invaluable; seeking refuge in, or rather, seeking the help of the "Flame," was the only way to save Abraham!

Despite his excitement, Dorian didn't forget his primary concern: reassuring the other family members to prevent any trouble. However, he was temporarily tied up with other matters.

"Verdu".

Dorian thought for a moment, looked at Verdu wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and called out.

Verdu immediately understood, nodded almost imperceptibly, and turned to announce to the other Abrahams that the crisis had been resolved.

Dorian took a deep breath, walked towards Fors and the others, and asked with a smile:

"Miss Fors, is the ice cream to your liking?"

"It tastes very good."

Fors exclaimed in admiration, but quickly added with a hint of regret in a low voice, "It's a pity it's too cold; eating too much will make me dizzy..."

The taste was great, but eating ice cream in winter is really addictive; that chilling sensation sends a shiver down your spine. Kurara, being essentially a spirit, remained unaffected even after eating a lot. Fors, however, could only manage a lick occasionally, despite her gluttony.

"That's good."

Dorian seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, but his expression quickly turned serious again. He asked in a low voice, "The location of this manor has been exposed. I suggest we move as soon as possible after completing our treatment and choose another meeting place later. Does Miss Fors have any suggestions?"

Regarding this matter.

For thought for a moment, then asked, "Mr. Dorian, you previously said that the Abraham family possessed at least five magical items similar to 'Lemanor's Travel Notes,' is that correct?"

"Yes." Dorian paused for a moment, then nodded slightly. "We have many more similar 'magic books'."

"Did you bring it?" Fors then asked.

Dorian was stunned for a moment, somewhat taken aback.

That's right.

Fors explained, "It's too dangerous for everyone to gather together. It's easy to get caught up in one fell swoop, like today, and it's also inconvenient for them to come from all over. So, if you have other 'magic books,' you can record the 'Healing Tears' yourself, then the gathering place won't be limited to one place, which is safer, isn't it?"

Dorian remained silent for a long time. The logic was sound, but this meant the initiative wasn't entirely in the other party's hands; in fact, it even smacked of a 'breakup'. To avoid this, Dorian had always restrained the members of the Abraham family, forbidding them from secretly recording 'healing tears'.

But now Fors has actually offered to let them take notes, which is truly beyond Dorian's expectations...

Dorian took a deep breath and said quickly:

"I'll go and inform them right away."

He didn't feign reluctance or refuse, because this was indeed what he wanted, especially since it was the other party who had brought it up. Ultimately, this situation wouldn't allow the Abraham family to completely escape the curse; as the records were passed down through generations, the effectiveness would diminish with each iteration. Even Fors's healing tears weren't foolproof; they would ultimately have to rely on the embers for a full recovery.

Soon, the Abrahams were summoned once again.

The crisis's resolution allowed them to relax a little, but the approaching full moon put their nerves on edge again.

Finally, the crimson moon emerged from the clouds, its light bright and perfect. It cast its radiant glow into the hall through the open and closed balconies. But amidst this dazzling light, Abrahams were met only with agonizing murmurs.

Fortunately, Fors had already mastered the trick. While using her palm to support the "Lemanor's Travel Notes" to prevent it from closing, she ran her fingers over the smooth white paper of the corresponding page, allowing the strange patterns and symbols full of mystery and antiquity to appear directly in her mind through touch.

Spiritual energy flowed in, and a white-gold circular magic circle, shaped like a moon, appeared beneath her feet. From her center, it rippled outwards in concentric circles, and the murmurs that had accompanied the full moon vanished without a trace.

Having done all this, Fors breathed a sigh of relief and turned his gaze to the members of the Abraham family beside him. They were all elders of Abraham, two of whom were Verdu and Dorian. Each of them held extraordinary items of various styles, but without exception, they were all made from the extraordinary properties of a Sequence 6 'Recorder'.

And the only purpose was to record as many of the healing tears she had just shed as possible.

however……

When it was all over, and Fors looked at them, they could only stare at each other blankly.

"Did you succeed?" Dorian's voice was somewhat hoarse.

"It failed."

Verdu looked bitter, and then he saw that everyone else looked the same.

Five magical items made from the extraordinary characteristics of the "Record Officers" were used, yet all of their attempts to record them ended in failure.

"Is this really an extraordinary ability below Sequence 7?" Verdu couldn't help but ask.

The "Healing Tears" recorded in "Lemanor's Travel Notes" is merely on paper; it corresponds to extraordinary abilities ranging from Sequence 9 to Sequence 7. Logically, the success rate of recording such low-sequence extraordinary abilities should be at least 80%!

They have a total of five similar magical items here, which should be enough to successfully record at least four attempts. They're just a bit unlucky, but even three, two, or even one would be helpful!

But now it hasn't succeeded even once. Isn't the success rate too low?

Having overheard Dorian and the others' conversation, Fors understood what was going on and silently thought to himself:

"This may be related to the nature of this ability."

Ember once said that "Healing Tears" was not an extraordinary ability of extraordinary beings, but something called a "miracle." Fors didn't know what a "miracle" was, but she knew that if a "miracle" were so easy to replicate, it wouldn't be called a miracle.

While healing tears only require a blank sheet of paper representing a lower sequence, it doesn't mean its rank is only Sequence 7. Similarly, the Ember records a sequence 5 teleportation with perfect accuracy, but that doesn't prove anything. Just like the Ember recording a Sequence 5 teleportation also succeeds on the first try, it doesn't mean others have this ability.

There's still a chance.

Dorian said in a deep voice, "I'm going to the basement for the promotion later. You guys take the opportunity to record it again."

"Okay." Verdu nodded silently. Although there was indeed another chance, he felt that he would not succeed this time either.

Dorian was already prepared for his promotion, not in the main hall, but in the manor's basement. This was in preparation for a failed promotion; if he lost control during the process, the others were prepared to kill him in the basement to prevent him from escaping and harming others.

Dorian walked calmly into the basement and began skillfully and calmly preparing the recorder's potion. Just like those Abrahams who bore immense psychological pressure and were ready to kill him at any moment, Dorian was also prepared to lose control and be killed.

Fors stood at the entrance to the basement. Her only responsibility was to use "Healing Tears" when Dorian was promoted; the rest was not her concern or something she should worry about.

"call!"

Dorian prepared the potion, and under the watchful eyes of the others, he took a deep breath and mustered the courage to drink it.

The instant the potion entered his mouth, Dorian felt a strange change in his body—his brain was expanding rapidly as if it were about to explode, gray wrinkles and bulges growing wildly! But for Dorian, these weren't the most unbearable things; the most unbearable thing was the sudden, intrusive babbling in his mind. That terrifying babbling constantly stimulated his body, causing every cell in his flesh to begin to grow and spread wildly, as if trying to turn him into a disgusting lump of flesh!

Almost instantly, his consciousness was swallowed up by the delirium. He had considered the possibility of failing his advancement, but he never expected to be overwhelmed by endless delirium right from the start, losing even the ability to think. The muscles in his face contorted in pain.

Suddenly, he screamed and collapsed to the ground, struggling violently, clutching his own neck and letting out a monstrous roar. He had only drunk the potion a second ago, yet he was already on the verge of losing control!

Fors hurriedly flipped to the page corresponding to Healing Tears in 'Lemanor's Travel Notes'. A white-gold circular magic circle, like a moon, rapidly expanded, instantly enveloping Dorian's body. However, to everyone's surprise, it didn't work as expected!

No, it should be said that it did have an effect. At least the babbling in Dorian's mind disappeared, but his spirit and consciousness had already been corrupted by it, and his body had undergone a terrifying change because of it. In just one second, "he" had torn off his clothes, shed his skin, and become a blood-soaked monster!

These physical mutations did not disappear with the cessation of his delirium! Countless spreading buds of flesh continued to grow on the surface of his swollen flesh, waving outwards like flower branches swaying in the wind. But Dorian's body imprisoned them, preventing them from escaping, pulling them back and forth between expansion and contraction.

Anyone could see that the next second, the flesh and blood would explode like dandelions with a bang, scattering in all directions.

A flicker of pain and struggle crossed Verdu's eyes, but these complex emotions instantly transformed into unwavering resolve. He had to end Dorian's suffering while Dorian was still a human being, or at least appeared to be one!

"etc!"

Fors' forehead beaded with sweat. Seeing the others about to make their move, she quickly shouted to stop Abrahams and his companions. The "Lemanor's Travel Notes" in her hand immediately turned to another page—

"Sunshine therapy".

The Saintesses who serve the Sun Princess

A miracle that was specially taught.

It can restore the health of surrounding characters over a large area.

Grevivia, beloved by all things,

The blessings of miracles were bestowed upon many warriors.

Golden light condensed continuously in the girl's hand, and finally burst forth with a "ping," transforming into a warm and gentle golden magic circle, like rising sunlight, instantly covering the entire basement!

At that moment, everyone present felt healed, both physically and mentally. But Fors didn't care about what happened next. She simply took a deep breath and used 'teleportation' to leave the basement—she had done what she had to do, and whatever happened afterward was no longer her concern.

But what she didn't know was that shortly after she left, the fleshy buds that had swelled into a bloody monster on Dorian's body began to peel off rapidly like dead skin, instantly forming a thick layer of 'meat paste' on the ground.

But as this layer of 'meat paste' was peeled away, Dorian's body gradually returned to normal. His face still bore the distorted expression of pain, but his originally aged and rough skin became incredibly delicate and fair, like that of a newborn baby.

Lying in a pool of blood, he looked completely out of place with the still-wriggling 'meat paste,' making it impossible to tell that what had been part of his body just a second ago was now his!

"this……"

Verdu's mouth dropped open, completely unprepared for such a turn of events. But regardless, at least for now, they shouldn't need to attack Dorian anymore. Just then, Dorian finally regained consciousness, looking completely bewildered. He felt a sticky sensation all over his body, as if countless tentacles were caressing his skin, incredibly sensitive.

When he came to his senses, he realized he was lying among writhing chunks of flesh. He was so frightened that he jumped up from the ground and ran a long way away.

"Dorian, how are you feeling?" Verdu asked in a deep voice.

"very good."

Upon hearing this, Dorian examined his body and a look of joy appeared on his face. He exclaimed excitedly, "I did it! I've successfully advanced to Sequence 6 Recorder!"

Verdu breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at the others and quickly asked:

"Did any of you successfully record the two extraordinary abilities Miss Fors just used?!"

"I don't have any, not a single one..."

"Me too……"

The Abrahams exchanged bewildered glances, their expressions somewhat embarrassed, because, just like before, they hadn't recorded anything. This made them question their very existence; they were all using magical items, so how could there be such a vast difference?

Verdu remained silent, for he too had not recorded any of them. This meant that the lives of the Abrahams remained firmly in the hands of the other side.

Verdu couldn't help but feel a bitter expression, but who could he blame? Miss Fors? Miss Fors had helped cure the curse that had plagued Abraham for thousands of years, even if it was only a temporary fix, but at least a treatment method had been found. Moreover, Miss Fors had generously allowed them to record it; if they couldn't, that was their own problem. What right did they have to blame Miss Fors?

Anyone who truly holds such thoughts is unworthy of shouting the slogan "Make Abraham great again!"

"This is fine too."

Dorian noticed their low spirits and comforted them, "At least my success means that the Abrahams can go even further. As for the treatment method, not recording it might actually be a good thing."

If the cure is entirely in the hands of the other party, then advancement and liberation from the curse depend entirely on their whim. This certainly puts Abrahams at a disadvantage, but it's not necessarily a bad thing. Because as long as they remain under someone else's control, at least they won't arouse the other party's suspicion, nor will they allow others with ulterior motives to ruin this hard-won opportunity.

Others might have objections, but at least for Dorian, he was content. Now that there was a glimmer of hope for curing the curse, he no longer hoped for anything more.

Verdu glanced at him and said indifferently:

"You'd better put your pants on first."

Dorian glanced down and his face immediately froze. He had said that he felt a chill in the air.

(End of this chapter)