Chapter 23: Interesting Souls, Worthy Of Commendation
That means Ian has already left the living room.
Otherwise.
He would definitely be able to connect Clark’s injuries with the passenger plane crash this morning that couldn’t be fully saved, obviously Superman encountered a rather mysterious crisis.
Of course.
Even if he knew about this situation, Ian would have no way to do anything at all; he is still very weak, and things that could hurt Superman are absolutely not something he can approach right now.
On the second-floor corridor.
Ian chatted with his two older brothers for a while, then exercised his writer’s talent a bit, before finally returning to his room; Jonathan was still shouting outside for Ian to exercise together.
“I’ll add exercising to my schedule plan!” Ian responded through the room door, and only after listening to their footsteps gradually fade away did he plop down onto his bed.
“What the heck is this situation.” He pulled open his jacket again, tugging out the pendant under his shirt. It was still glowing, the dark light flickering like breathing.
That black light imprinted on Ian’s face, dispelling the light in the room. Ian frowned and held the pendant up to his eyes for careful observation.
He mainly wanted to find the evil spirit’s figure inside the pendant.
“Is anyone there? Respond?” Ian tapped the pendant with his finger; this was just a bored action from having no clue, but unexpectedly it seemed to actually have some effect.
No sooner had he spoken.
The pendant’s light suddenly flickered intensely, the frequency getting faster and faster, as if responding to his question. Ian’s breathing hitched, and he instinctively looked down at the bottom of his vision.
No extra negative status appeared.
“Buzz~”
The pendant suddenly began a subtle tremor, the metal patterns on its surface starting to twist and writhe, unfolding like a living thing, as if opening some kind of door. Immediately after, strands of black substance overflowed from the pendant, floating lightly like silk, intertwining extremely gently in the air.
Ian’s eyes widened.
Watching these black substances condense and reorganize in front of him, ultimately—forming a sentence. A proper sentence, like one straight out of an English textbook.
【Interesting life, worthy of commendation.】
The characters floated in mid-air.
Neat in form.
Like a gentleman holding a pen.
Every stroke exuded an ancient and mysterious aura. They hovered in the air, swaying slightly, as if brushed by an invisible wind, liable to drift away at any moment.
“What the ghost?”
Ian was a bit dazed. He reached out to touch the characters, but just as his fingertip was about to make contact, the black characters suddenly scattered like spilled ink.
“Splash~”
They rotated and gathered in the air like stirred ink.
Ian seemed to hear a familiar wail.
That was the voice of the nun evil spirit from before.
“Sure enough! It ran inside the pendant!” Ian marveled at his previous clever guess, but he also realized that perhaps the nun evil spirit didn’t enter the pendant voluntarily.
Soon.
As the evil spirit’s wail faded, the black substance ultimately condensed in the air in front of Ian into a thumb-sized black crystal floating there.
It slowly descended.
Ian hesitated for a moment but still reached out to catch it.
The instant the crystal landed in his palm, a cold sensation spread along his skin, like grasping ice from the polar depths, or truly touching a cold soul.
“The pendant gave me a gift?” Ian muttered to himself, holding the crystal up to the light for careful observation. He hesitated, thinking whether this thing needed to be swallowed in one gulp. The inside of the black crystal wasn’t completely transparent; instead, faint flowing shadows could be seen, like imprisoned mist.
It didn’t look very tasty.
“But it seems pretty hard.” Ian swore he just wanted to test which was harder, the black crystal or his teeth; even if his teeth broke, he could use it to complete today’s “leveling up”.
However.
Driven by this curiosity, he nearly got scared. How to put it, no crisis occurred; it was just that the change in events completely exceeded his expectations.
The black crystal had only just approached Ian’s mouth—Ian hadn’t even licked it to taste the saltiness—when it directly melted along his lips into a cool liquid and slipped inside.
It really melted in the mouth instantly, refining in a moment.
No bitterness, no evil burning sensation; instead, like a gulp of iced spring water, cool to the bones, instantly integrating into his limbs, a bit like slippery jelly that moved on its own.
An unprecedented clarity swept through his brain.
Ian felt himself get stronger.
Especially his spirit state had clearly improved a lot.
Not only that.
【Strength: 5.6—5.8】
【Constitution: 4.5—4.7】
【Intelligence: 2.4—2.6】
【Spirit: 4.2—6.8】
Surprisingly, not only the 【spirit】 and even 【intelligence】 attributes, but even the 【strength】 and 【constitution】 attributes saw slight increases; of course, the biggest improvement was still the 【spirit】 attribute.
This was more than Ian estimated from consuming the remaining evil spirit, even directly making him, as a 【berserker】, have 【spirit】 stronger than 【strength】.
It was truly a bit impure bloodline.
“I didn’t expect it really was a gift.” Ian was first delighted, then noticed that somehow on the back of his hand, a particularly strange pattern had appeared.
Bizarre shape.
Like a black eye.
“Is this the price of pie falling from the sky?” Ian was somewhat stunned, but not panicked; he tried rubbing it hard with his other hand, but couldn’t rub it off.
Skin rubbed red, but the pattern didn’t budge.
It was just like a brand.
Ian instinctively looked at his status bar, thinking a new negative status would appear, but unexpectedly, the original 【soul corruption】 negative status had disappeared.
In its place was a new status display.
“No wonder I feel like I’ve lost a lot of wisdom.” Ian was a bit regretful; he thought the 【soul corruption】 status would definitely bring him surprises at certain specific moments.
However.
Unexpectedly, it was now gone just like that, silently.
Not even a sleeve waved.
No time to say goodbye.
The status now in that original position was also in the shape of a pair of eyes, just like the pattern on the back of Ian’s hand, clearly the “official” explanation for the brand on Ian’s hand.
Only.
Unlike the negative statuses Ian liked, it was a status with absolutely no effect, applied to Ian without bringing him any change.
【Death Knight’s Kin】
Only the status name revealed what it truly was.
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