Exorcist's Self-Cultivation-Chapter 666 - 663 Written at the Birth of the Duke

Chapter 666: 663, Written at the Birth of the Duke Chapter 666: 663, Written at the Birth of the Duke As the strongest hunter known,

Matthew had unfortunately been unable to overcome that bizarre curse, so much so that he had once been tormented by severe vomiting and diarrhea.

This time, the curse manifested as a haunting of the Dusk Bell, yet it seemed to have little effect on him.

Inside the Dusk Bell, however, there was widespread panic.

Hmm…

It was embarrassing.

An organization that specialized in killing hunters was now haunted.

It was truly ridiculous.

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But this time, Matthew did indeed catch a trace of the curse.

Inside the room.

Matthew’s eyes became very dangerous.

Clenching his teeth, he sneered, “I’ve finally found you. No matter who you are, you’re going to die this time.”

No sooner had he finished speaking.

An eye pattern with intertwined pupils appeared on the palm of his right hand, and just as the eye blinked, his entire being merged into the darkness.

And within the secret chamber of the house.

A kerosene lamp was lit, its dim yellow light illuminating the room.

Spider webs were everywhere.

There was only a book and a long goose feather quill on the table.

Opposite was a huge cross entwined with chains, and the man bound to it was a disheveled middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man knelt on the ground.

Suddenly, he lifted his head and extended his left hand, which also bore the mark of an eye with double pupils.

However, this eye was tightly shut.

According to what Matthew had said earlier, this middle-aged man was another him.

At this moment,

the middle-aged Matthew slowly looked at the dim kerosene lamp on the table, his numb, empty eyes flickering with an indescribable emotion.

Immediately after, the book on the table began to levitate as if an invisible hand were swiftly turning the pages. The pages of the book flipped continuously until finally stopping on the last page.

This page was blank.

But soon, something eerie happened.

As if an unseen hand were holding the pen, lines of text began to appear.

“For me, time has no meaning; it’s nothing more than an adornment that witnesses life. When I traversed that most terrifying darkness and waded through the sinful Potala River, despair became a spectrum of color.”

“I chose to defy fate because I was caught in an invisible net; to stop struggling meant to give up on life, and to give up on myself.”

“Anybody can be confused, and I am no different. Fate has condemned me to a lonely death but has allowed me no glimpse of hope.”

“That’s why I am writing down the ending here, even if that ending is too sorrowful. I choose to face it calmly, so I have learned to bear the pain, and I will return all the despair I have experienced back to them.”

———— Written at the time of the Duke’s birth.

The writing ended there.

Every sentence, every line carried a mysterious aura, perhaps an emotion, or maybe an infectious power?

The anger of the middle-aged Matthew was also stirred.

His teeth clattered as he spoke stiffly, “I’ve been waiting for two hundred years. Every once in a while, a new page in this book turns, writing new content.”

“I thought it was left by you, but why is the signature now, two hundred years later, written at the time of the Duke’s birth?”

“So are you His Excellency the Duke?”

“Or is it that even His Excellency the Duke is just a part of your plan?”

The middle-aged Matthew felt very angry.

He could not quell the raging fury in his heart.

He couldn’t help but roar in a low voice.

The book flipped another page.

The writing on it was.

“Being non-human does not mean being non-me; both you and I are puppets manipulated by fate, which is why we are steeped in despair, losing our humanity while alive, and becoming pitiful Evil Spirits after death.”

“When you kill your beloved wife, children, friends, and those you care about with cold indifference, do you feel anger?”

“This is the inevitable path for people like us, but I have already found a way to resurrect them. Survive, even if it means becoming an Evil Spirit, survive well, for when that day comes, I will need your strength.”

Matthew had known these words for a very long time.

Yet now, like a bucket of cold water, they extinguished all the raging fire in Matthew’s heart.

His body stiff, he leaned against the huge cross and said lifelessly, “I killed my wife and children with my own hands, I confessed to God, but I could not find redemption.”

“You gave me hope, and like a reptile, I lived for two hundred years, always waiting for the conclusion you spoke of. How much longer must I wait?”

“Please, let me see some hope…”

“Even just a little more would be enough.”

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Matthew had once defected from the church because he lost control during the Evil Spirit Transformation, severely losing his humanity to the extent that he killed his own wife and children.

Guilt and torment drove him insane.

If it weren’t for this book, he wouldn’t have lasted until now.

Some pain is beyond our mutual apprehension.

In a sense, Matthew lived in the text, pale sentences composed of words that showed him hope. Yet the endless waiting, tormented by loneliness and solitude, also inflicted great pain on him.

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Inside the Dusk Bell.

Matthew moved through the darkness, his presence undetected by anyone.

He advanced, following the scent of the curse.

But what he saw along the way inexplicably tightened the tension in his heart.

Yes…

Even someone like him could feel nervous.

As though some danger was about to happen.

Finally.

Matthew arrived at a door.

His expression changed uncertainly, for that door was unexpectedly James’s.

“Is it you?”

Matthew was puzzled, unable to fathom why the entity spreading the curse would be hiding in James’s room.

Could it be that all of this was the doing of the church undercover agent who was missing an arm?

Matthew found it ironic.

“To think I would be taken down by a hunter?”

He couldn’t help but burst into laughter, his laughter growing louder until it turned into a grim cackle, and with a wave of his hand.

Creak…

The door swung open automatically.

But the next second.

Matthew’s face dramatically changed as he saw James’s room had completely transformed, as if another space had overlapped it.

The walls were ashen, the floor damp.

And at the very center, there were several people in white coats holding scalpels, attempting to do something.

Those people surrounded an operating table, a voice full of terror screamed, “Save me, save me…”

The voice was hauntingly familiar to Matthew.

It was Tiquel, the one he trusted the most…

And he could see that those in white coats, non-human as they were, did not seem like Evil Spirits; instead, they appeared to be an extension of some kind of power.

“Damn…”

Matthew cursed angrily and charged in.

Those dressed as doctors turned their heads, revealing faces from which all features had been stripped, flesh blurred, grinning malevolently at Matthew.

Bang…

The door to the room slammed shut.

And everything plunged into darkness.