Bizarre Realm-Chapter 356 - 21: Sacrificial Ritual! Codename—Lady of the House!

Ryan is now very anxious.

He was born into a barbarian clan of the Northern Icefield, but unlike his companions who had brains grown inside their muscles and an intense admiration for ’war and combat,’ Ryan is actually a peace-loving northern barbarian. This might have something to do with his mother, as she was a field doctor, and he exhibited extraordinary talent in bandaging and first aid from a young age.

According to his original career plan, he wanted to go to the Del Region to try to be promoted to a respected Druid.

However, unfortunately, the Druid elder told him he didn’t have exceptional talent in perception, and there wouldn’t be much achievement even if he forced a promotion. The Druid elder also subtly told him that since he could lift hundreds of pounds with one hand, why not consider being promoted to a traditional Northern Barbarian Warrior (Barbarian).

Ryan refused without hesitation.

He wanted to be a dignified person, not an illiterate, barbaric, and rough northern savage.

The Bizarre Realm didn’t have a standard way to check basic attributes, and the forest elders in the Del Region could only determine approximate perception attributes through some rituals and tests. The lowest threshold was to pass the wilderness trial, that is, a minimum perception of 12 points, being able to vaguely sense the presence of essences, and the more outstanding the performance in this process, the higher the score, generally only people with perception above 15 points are selected by the forest elders.

Unsurprisingly, Ryan was eliminated.

So, unwillingly, he took what little savings he had left to Misol’s Tower of Wisdom, a land that valued ’wisdom and knowledge.’ But right after registering for the Wizard test, Ryan was completely dumbfounded. He couldn’t answer a single question on the exam given by the gray-robed sages.

Lack of knowledge, lack of intelligence.

The gray-robed sages gently told him that he should become a fighter, instead of wasting time here.

But Ryan was unwilling to accept this, he wanted to become a caster.

With his last hope, he spent a sum of money at the Tower of Wisdom to find a Divination Master, seeking the possibility of being promoted into a Caster. In the end, the Divination Master told him that his charm was quite decent, and maybe he could try to become a Warlock.

But he was a bit too old for self-awakening, he could only try by merging with Extraordinary Relics.

Ryan used his last bit of savings to buy an advanced Extraordinary Relic from the black market, but that damn black trader didn’t tell him it was a relic from the Spirit Realm. After some twists and turns, Ryan finally achieved his dream of becoming a Caster, but he ended up in the Land of Ghosts in the Spirit Realm, becoming an apprentice to Soul Mage Larius.

Strictly speaking, he was brought here forcibly, because a shapeshifter tricked him and sold him as a slave to the Land of Ghosts.

Land of Ghosts.

This place is a major city in the Spirit Realm; although there are not many living people, there are plenty of the dead. With the living, the dead, the corpses, and the ghosts, it counts as one of the top major metropolises.

Ryan hurriedly rushed back from the market, where he had gone to buy casting materials, hearing that someone had dug up a Contract Scroll from ancient relics capable of summoning ancient existences buried by history. But when he got there, he discovered it was a scam, those evil merchant demons tricking others with a bunch of junk antiques.

"Sorry!"

Because he was moving too fast, Ryan ran into someone head-on and passed right through their body.

A ghost.

He knocked the ghost into a wisp of smoke, which then reformed a meter away. The ghost straightened his attire, frowning as he said, "Young man, don’t be in such a rush when walking."

——Ghost Scholar[Ghost][Binding Spirit].

Transcendents of the Spirit Realm path, beings without physical form, belonging to the phantasmal creature template, according to Eastern adjectives, they count as a type of ghost cultivator in the Spirit Realm.

Ryan hurriedly bowed and apologized, "I’m sorry! Scholar Greel."

Ghost Scholars have an extremely special position here; although they can’t leave the Land of Ghosts too far, they possess powerful strength in this realm. These Ghost Scholars are all old ghosts who have died for over a hundred years. Angering them won’t end well; it’ll result in at least a severe illness, at worst, death.

"Why is the teacher back so soon?"

"Isn’t it usually a week to complete the ’Soul Hunting’ ritual?"

Ryan arranged his attire, smoothing out the creases in his robe, and sprayed a little fragrance to cover the sweet smell of the succubus banshee, as young men tend to be more impulsive, and since he has the robust physique of a northern barbarian, he couldn’t resist going to the ’Nightmare’ lodge last night.

In a spacious study, Larius frowned, dissatisfied as he looked at the apprentice before him, saying in a deep voice, "Out carousing again?"

Ryan honestly bowed his head, saying, "No, teacher."

"Why are you back so soon?"

Larius let out a dissatisfied cold snort. As a Soul Mage, he could see the dull spiritual flame on the apprentice, obviously indicating that he had been drained by the Banshee, for in the Land of Ghosts, there are many incorporeal banshees, similar to female ghosts; they don’t charge a fee, as long as you let them absorb some essence, they will serve you to the best of their ability.

Northern barbarians are crude, enthusiastic, uninhibited, and very open-minded, with a strong penchant for debauchery, and Ryan inherited a bit of their tradition.