Late at night, at Saint Thorn High School, a small brick building on campus.
Tang Qi stood before the workbench, forehead slightly sweaty, hands trembling a bit, with a cold coffee beside him. However, excitement filled his face as he stared at a wooden box on the workbench.
Inside, about twenty or thirty bullets were piled up haphazardly.
Each one was a yellowish-gold color, but upon closer inspection, one could vaguely see a deep blue light circulating within them.
A special interface appeared in Tang Qi's eyes.
[Curio: Sea Demon Bullet.]
[Attribute: Curse Breaking, Evil Exorcism.]
[Information Fragment One: Bullets soaked in the Sea Demon's Tears. They have acquired a hint of Sea Demon Magic, transforming from ordinary to transcendent, and possess the attributes of breaking curses and dispelling evil.]
[Information Fragment Two: Due to the special nature of Sea Demon Magic, these bullets also have a hidden attribute; if their wielder points the gun at themselves, there's a chance to trigger effects that heal injuries and break free from special states.]
Tang Qi's breathing quickened immediately.
Freshly made Sea Demon Bullets, their attributes were not beyond Tang Qi's expectations.
It seemed to overlap somewhat with the Molten Furnace Bullet, the Evil Exorcism attribute, notably similar to the Furnace's "Evil-breaking."
But there were differences too, such as Curse Breaking.
This attribute was easy to understand, probably meaning to break evil curses.
Although Tang Qi hadn't yet faced anyone who could cast curses, he was certain he would encounter them in the future, inevitably.
The Samra family!
This witchcraft family that migrated from the Saha Continent was still hanging over Tang Qi like the Sword of Damocles.
Although they hadn't yet come for revenge, Tang Qi was well aware.
It wasn't that they had given up, but because Tang Qi was stalling them. The elder known as the "Black Snake Witch" was traveling abroad, and the remaining members seemed oblivious to the fact that Old Morgan had been burned to ashes and scattered in the sea.
Ashes scattered at sea were indeed not the tradition of the Samra family; in fact, it was an insult.
The tradition of the Samra family was to bury family members under a type of big tree called "Baobab," otherwise their souls couldn't rest peacefully.
If the Samra family knew what Tang Qi had done, they would surely come seeking mad vengeance.
Of course, if they knew that Old Morgan had been tricked by Tang Qi into becoming a "Judgement Demon" to suffer endlessly on the Soul Swapping Balance.
This family would kill Tang Qi at all costs.
Even the mysterious powers of Saint Thorn High School couldn't stop them.
From Old Morgan's journal, Tang Qi recognized this family's abnormal solidarity.
Thus, Tang Qi had never thought of reconciliation.
For both sides, it was a fight to the death.
Otherwise, Tang Qi wouldn't be so eager to enhance his power. Despite possessing vast wealth, he had no intention of stopping to enjoy life.
"With these bullets, the first step of my plan will have a greater chance of success."
"Next, I still need to enhance my fundamental power."
"There seems to be a shortcut in front of me, so each step must be more stable; power can't mislead, only self-relaxation can."
Holding a Sea Demon Bullet, feeling the mild Magic Power flowing within, Tang Qi thought to himself.
He finished the cold coffee in one gulp, cleared up the workbench carefully placing each Sea Demon Bullet, and then headed to the bedroom to start his daily ascetic practice.
Ever since practicing the Golden Furnace Meditation, sleep had completely left Tang Qi.
Although this was strange, the benefits of meditating through the night obviously far exceeded too much sleep, so Tang Qi did not hesitate to forsake sleep, a rest activity for ordinary humans.
Sitting cross-legged on the soft carpet, Tang Qi entered a meditation state with a thought.
"Boom~"
When his mind conjured up the image of a golden sun, Tang Qi once again entered that dark, nihility space, feeling the warmth and scorching heat coming from his own body while facing an endless surge of abnormalities emerging from an unknown rift, the abnormalities growing more intense.
…
The next morning, Tang Qi woke up without needing to check that special interface first.
Tang Qi could feel on his own that his strength had grown slightly.
His gaze fell on himself, confirming his premonition.
It was still that Skill Bar; the progress behind the Meditation Method had jumped from 0.32% to 0.33% overnight, and the Molten Furnace Eye had also increased by 0.01%.
However, the Chaga Fighting Technique showed no change; Tang Qi indeed needed to find another way.
Feeling the warm power surging within his body, Tang Qi got up contentedly, prepared breakfast for himself, and after eating, he returned to the study, examined his desk for a moment, picked up a "Monster Records," and then took the "Hundred-Year-old Strange."
He locked the iron door and walked towards the campus area, but before turning around, Tang Qi seemed to think of something and his gaze looked towards a quiet area not far from his temporary home.
There, the most conspicuous building was an ancient clock tower.
Originally, according to Pastor Sinbenny, it should have been the place called Ascetic Society.
But now, the Ascetic Society had been disbanded, and it should be vacant inside.
Based on the treasure map, corroborated by Old Morgan's diary and Tang Qi's initial exploration within the campus area on the first day,
it was entirely reasonable to speculate that the legendary "Confessor's Inheritance" might be within that clock tower area.
If it had been the first day he knew about these things, Tang Qi might have risked scouting it out.
But now, Tang Qi, who had already sensed a hint of conspiracy, naturally wouldn't be so rash.
Pretending to glance inadvertently, Tang Qi turned around, reverting back to the ordinary Asian youth appearance, blending harmoniously into the student crowd.
Saint Thorn High School, although known as a prestigious noble high school.
This does not mean there are no diligent students here; in fact, the proportion of good students is very high. Even those with wealthy families, who learn everything they should, are academically well-rounded and comprehensively developed, exactly as their parents have planned for their future.
Of course, there were also plenty of poor students.
Such as those influential upperclassmen and upperclasswomen he met on the first day of school, who were definitely poor students.
But being excessively wealthy and with identities like cheerleading captains and boxing club presidents, they could afford to ignore academic scores and even proudly declare, "Even the most genius student will end up working for my family."
Besides them, Tang Qi was also a poor student.
This was why his original parents had to pull strings to barely manage to send him here.
If he wasn't a poor student, he could have entered like Sally, solely based on his scores, not only getting exempted from tuition but also receiving a scholarship.
On the first day, Tang Xuezha showed a serious demeanor towards studying, discovering that he already understood enough common knowledge and didn't need to be so afterwards, he reverted back to his nature of being a poor student. Rightfully in the classroom, he started reading those "weird books."
His level of immersion made Sally have to cover for him so as not to be discovered by the teachers.
It wasn't until after school, with the principle of considering his first good friend, that Sally wanted to remind Tang Qi that Thorny High School conducts assessments at the end of the year for every grade, and failing results in expulsion.
But she was worried that saying this would upset her good friend.
Just as she hesitated to speak, Tang Qi gave a faint smile, suddenly took Sally, and walked out of the school, saying, "To thank you for showing me the way last night, today I plan to give you a mysterious gift."
"Trust me, you'll like it."
Tang Qi's voice seeped into Sally's ears. The girl's face had already blushed red, she passively followed him out of the school, the previous advice swallowed back, her mind completely blank, overtaken by the word "gift."
Someone is giving me a gift?
This voice echoed in the girl's mind.