When the plot-skips players into the game world-Chapter 980 - 337: The Ritual of Creating a Magical Beast

Chapter 980: Chapter 337: The Ritual of Creating a Magical Beast

March 21st, in the evening.

Under the moonlight, Aleister and the Honey Badger, along with Prince Xiyaldo and Fenrir, gathered to watch the Moon Witch, Selene, perform a ritual.

It was the first day of Spring, an embodiment of rebirth, when all things awaken from deathlike stillness. And on March 21st, The Sun would rise in Aries Palace… Aries represented the constellation of the Dawn Celestial Marshal, who is the third Sun in this world, and is also the lover of the Eternal Self, the splitting of self and her son.

Therefore, this night was the pinnacle of the year for the concept of “creation”—without equal!

Dressed in a pure white woolen robe, Selene solemnly washed her hands in front of the moon with a silver basin. As she washed, it was as if she was attentively caressing the moon in the water.

“What is she doing?”

Prince Xiyaldo humbly asked Aleister.

But even Aleister could only shake her head.

Not to mention herself—even the well-informed Elves of the Holy Nation might mostly be in the dark regarding this ritual. Perhaps only Hebashia, who sold the Egg Moon Manual to Aleister, would have the answer.

After all, the Moon Witch lineage was thought to be lost, with the last Moon Witch being the Eternal Self. Since Aleister didn’t have the credentials to read the Egg Moon Manual, she couldn’t comprehend what Selene was doing.

However, the essence of rituals is intercommunicable.

Therefore, she tentatively hypothesized: “Perhaps it involves touching the ‘moon in the water’ to complete the Gemini Mirror ritual. The holy number for the moon can be 1; water as a mirror surface has the holy number of 2, and 3…”

As Aleister murmured her analysis, Selene lifted her sparkling hands out from the water under the moonlight, letting the water fall upon her head and wet her long hair.

She raised her hands high toward the moon and then used the nails of her pinky fingers, which were sharp like knives, to slice open the palms of her opposite hands—only her pinkies bore long nails.

When fresh blood dripped into the silver basin, it did not disperse in the water. Instead, it gathered together, turning the moon in the basin into a blood moon.

Then, Selene began a clumsy yet earnest chant in the Elvish Language.

The light song made one think of the ocean, the breeze, the moonlight.

“…I get it now, the holy number three might signify self-sacrifice. The offered blood is also a form of Dedication, aligning with the sacred day of March 21st to summon the Power of Creation.”

Aleister realized her deduction was not wrong.

She recalled another matter—Cardinal Cyril had once divulged to Aiwass the secrets of the Morning Crow Scripture. The so-called ‘treasure teachings’ might just be another translation for ‘Codex Book’ from the beginning of time.

It was mentioned that the Eternal Self had ten times discarded the old self. The first three were discarding clothing, discarding flesh, and discarding shadows, and the latter three were discarding reason, discarding instincts, and discarding the true self.

Having discarded everything, the Eternal Self was left with only “self,” and thus, ultimately became the “Eternal Self.”

And Selene had also explained to Aleister where her Power of the Werewolf originated — it was from the same Morning Crow Scripture about the Dawn Celestial Marshal that Aiwass had once read. She too had heard similar whispers… However, she did not complete the trial of “discarding shadows,” gaining the Power of the Werewolf only through the trial of “discarding flesh.”

The Great Sage’s Angel Envoy, Aristotle, once wrote an important work called “Organon.” The syllogism was proposed in this book. This book was an elective in college, and Aiwass had come across it in the library… because it was very close to mysticism, with many secrets and truths described metaphorically.

In the “Categories” section of the book, Aristotle used the term “categories” to describe the unity of form and matter and proposed ten modes of being—substance, quantity, quality, relation, place, time, position, possession, action, and passion. The latter nine are seen as extensions of “substance.”

This precisely corresponds to the Eternal Self’s ten times of discarding… with the items discarded in the first nine times being mere extensions of the “true self.” Only the tenth discard is the critical act of ascension.

“Does that mean, the holy number for the ascension of the Eternal Self is… ten?”

Aleister softly mused, “But is there a tenth Path… Or, is it about splitting the 9 and 1? The love extracted from the immutable eternity… What would it be if reassembled back again?”

The fusion of eternity and love sounds like an incredibly delicate paradox.

Like the merging of Path 3 + 7—the self-sacrificer and the others’ commander, forming an impeccably fitting circle; and 2 + 8 means transcending a mirror, which also forms a repetitive loop. Coincidentally, the combination of 1 + 9 also forms such a void loop…

What does this really mean, that the tenth Path is a nonexistent void… Or is it to say that the tenth Path itself is the “Void”?

“The tenth Path?”

Fenrir heard Aleister’s whisper.

He spontaneously said, “I’ve heard similar hypotheses from other Astrologers—that there might be a tenth Path or even a zeroeth Path in this world. Because the current nine Paths are not enough to explain everything… Just like sometimes when we deduce astrological phenomena and find the results don’t match, it’s often because of a previously undiscovered Star.

“Outside of the nine Paths, there are other forces. Some believe it to be ‘zero,’ while I’m inclined to think it’s a level higher than ‘eternal,’ a paradoxical loop of ‘one more than infinite’… Speaking of that, which do you think is greater, ‘infinity’ or ‘infinity plus one’?”

“Infinity plus one, I guess.”

Aleister answered without a second thought, as if she had been asked this before.

“I think so too! Your thoughts are the same as mine… No wonder you believe in the existence of a tenth Path!”

Fenrir was delighted with Aleister’s answer: “Initially, some of us believed that they are the same size, therefore there shouldn’t exist a tenth Path larger than the Holy Number of twilight, so the extra variable could only be the zeroeth Path…”

Aleister didn’t pay much attention to Fenrir’s words but was carefully watching Selene’s creation ritual.

She was chanting an ancient song while circling the basin. Whenever her shadow blocked the basin, she would sneakily sprinkle a portion of Alfonso’s Moon Child’s Bone Powder into it. Once she reached the sixth circle, she poured all the remaining bone ash in.

During the seventh circle, she poured a tube of fresh blood from Aleister into it, thereby establishing the blood relation with the newborn monster.

In the eighth circle, she cast the contaminated “Eye of Mercy Offered” gifted by Aleister. The ritual did not exhaust its power but instead purified it with the Power of the Eternal Self.

At the ninth circle, she threw in the liver of the Fool, which lacked a soul and still exuded a rich aroma of liquor—a directly consumed material. Because Aleister felt that keeping it any longer would be troublesome, it’s better to use it up quickly and transform it into combat power.

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Then, she returned to the starting position.

Selene suddenly raised her hands as if grasping a handful of Moonlight!

With clenched fists, trembling with strength—her hands, which were previously bleeding, slowly exuded a richly fragrant, golden liquid.

That was the Imperial Pulp created from Moonlight, used to create a monstrous beast.

Plants touched and turned into demons, mortals driven mad on contact.

The Witch’s creation of the Werewolf imitated the Moon Witch’s ability; the Werewolf’s madness under the moon was also due to their inherently flawed nature.

As strands of golden threads dripped from her tightly clenched fists, like olives linking her to the bloody moon in the water… Selene, like a puppet master, closed her eyes to sense the connection.

The liquid in the water bubbled more thickly and larger, transitioning gradually from clear to bright red.

A sharp cry broke through the air, resonating so loudly that Prince Xiyaldo couldn’t help covering his ears—but to no avail, as the sound penetrated his hands, pierced through all matter. His eyes turned completely red in an instant, full of intense anger and restlessness. He bent over, hands tightly grasping his ears, shaking uncontrollably as if to tear them off.

Both Aleister and Fenrir also felt a strong sense of revulsion and nausea. Aleister managed to keep her staggering body upright, but Fenrir’s reaction was even more violent—he knelt on the ground and suddenly began to vomit.

Only the Honey Badger had a lesser reaction, she merely frowned slightly, observing the silver pool not even a meter in diameter.

The blood from within stirred more violently, and the oscillating blood stained the silver walls, forming a layer of increasingly thick pale pink blood membrane.

Finally, something crawled out from it!