[The Man in the Mirror’s Newborn Mirror] was a round mirror that would appear pale gold in dim light.
The decorations around the mirror were made of ordinary bronze material, and they shimmered with a gentle golden glow in the faint light. They looked just like a regular vanity mirror everyone could find on a table in an average household.
If there were something different about it, it would be that it appeared exceptionally “new”. There were no signs of wear or aging, as if it had returned to its original state.
However, at the beginning of its birth, the mirror certainly wouldn’t have had such a faint golden glow.
When this curse vessel was activated, those looking at the mirror would lose a certain lifespan.
Before Annan held the ritual, he drove away everyone in the room.
Annan thought about it, and he didn’t seem to know Silver Sire’s real name. After all, Annan’s primary source of occult knowledge was when he went shopping with the Paper Princess in Noah’s capital. While buying books, he was tutored, giving him chances to learn many things.
In Noah, it was impossible to buy related books that recorded the secret of Silver Sire.
That was taboo.
However, Annan did remember Old Grandmother’s real name.
However, Annan didn’t want to tell his parents that he wanted to find Tragedy Writer.
Then, there was only one option left.
“Baldr, are you there?”
“Long time no see, Divine Transporter.”
A clear, youthful voice sounded in front of Annan, “Is there anything you want from me?”
An indescribable radiance emanated continuously from the mirror.
Annan couldn’t see Mr. Ray’s face at all.
However, that didn’t matter — he’d already seen it anyway.
Mr. Ray’s appearance and clothes were still the same in his memory.
“What is Tragedy Writer’s real name?”
“The werewolf?”
Mr. Ray’s voice became wary, “What are you looking for him for? He is not someone to be a.s.sociated with.”
“I just purified a nightmare and got a lot of His holy light engravings. However, I won’t exchange them for divine art, so I want to make a deal with Him.”
Annan said truthfully.
Annan would not dare to tell the truth in the face of the Old Grandmother. Even to the Silver Sire, Annan would selectively tell the truth. It was similar to the feeling of being with a strict grandmother or an uncle who takes you out to play but also has occasional strict demands.
However, when it came to Mr. Ray, Annan had no pressure.
He was more like the older brother next door from childhood.
While facing Annan’s statement, Mr. Ray did not continue to question nervously. He answered, “It’s the name he used after he entered the Thousand Faces Illusory Tower until he ascended to become a deity. The name known to outsiders was [Sophocles]. As the Wolf of the Valley, his real name was [Dionysus]. His original name was [Melampus], which was unknown to anyone but his parents.”
“If your purpose is to ask for help, then the safest choice is Dionysus. [The Wolf of the Valley] is a werewolf with a good personality except for a little madness and wildness. However, if you want to get some skills from him, you’d better call [Melampus].”
“[Sophocles] has a vile character, far worse than the Rotten Man and the Venerated Skeleton you have come into contact with. Therefore, I do not recommend that you have any form of communication with him.”
Mr. Ray’s explanation was detailed.
After confirming that Annan wanted to do this, He didn’t stop Annan. Instead, He put out the solutions to the problem that Annan would encounter as much as possible.
He was the friendly neighborhood older brother.
“Thank you very much, Mr. Ray.”
“No thanks, Divine Transporter. My brother.”
Mr. Ray’s tone was as warm and bright as the sun, “If you are in any trouble, even if you are just in a bad mood or not feeling well, you can call my name. If it is you, I will always be there.”
“Even if I am not in front of this mirror, as long as the sun shines on you, I will always be with you.”
After Mr. Ray finished speaking, the bright and warm power was removed from the mirror before Annan’s eyes.
Only the remaining afterglow illuminated the entire room.
Annan had already sealed the door and windows while only using candles for light.
However, the room was still as bright as day.
The light was like liquid flowing from the gap between the windows and the door.
They would naturally flow within the room, seeping in or pouring out from Annan’s body. Even when Annan blinked, the liquid light would squeeze out from the gaps between his eyeb.a.l.l.s and eyelids.
Annan didn’t feel the slightest discomfort. He felt the warm light embracing him. He didn’t feel the light was glaring or a burning sensation on his skin.
The light did not hurt Annan.
When these lights were roaming the room, Annan had prompts that appeared in front of his eyes as expected.
[You have acquired the new mark “Advanced Influence: Flowing Light”.]
[If it is not removed in time, you will fall into a random nightmare with the keyword “light” (difficulty: twisted) on August 8.]
Annan knew that “Flowing Light” was the high-ranking influence of [Novice Influence: the Radiant of the Rapture].
If ordinary people use rituals related to Mr. Ray, they usually get this effect.
Light would ooze from their minds.
The person needed to lie on the ground in a dark environment for a while. Only then could the light in the brain flow out.
Otherwise, the person would have a long-lasting ecstasy, disturbing their thinking.
When they opened their eyes, all the light sources the person saw were several times brighter. Even if the person closed his eyes tightly, his world would not be completely dark. The light would always be there, sticking to the pupils.
This was a gift but also a punishment.
The strength of light was not as blazing as fire and not as ruthless as frost. It looked pretty harmless and as warm as Mr. Ray.
However, using the “light” required the person to have the awareness to bear the light.
People, who need to close their eyes to resist the light, could not manipulate the power of the light smoothly as if it were their limbs.
Annan was not among them.
“I got the name…”
Annan didn’t think too much, and he didn’t hesitate.
He called out the name directly to the mirror:
“Melampus… Can you hear me?”
“You’re finally willing to call my name. I’ve been waiting for this day.”
A charming, low, and pleasant voice came from the mirror, “Annan. Annan from the Austere-Winter family… Was the first time we met a few years ago?”
The next moment, the mirror in front of Annan reflected the appearance of a middle-aged man.
It was utterly inconsistent with the rumored image of “a drunken middle-aged werewolf in a purple robe with a decadent and sloppy face”.
The mirror in front of Annan reflected a middle-aged man with neatly combed-back hair and a composed yet joyful smile.
He was dressed impeccably, with a high-bridged nose and deep-set eyes like abysses. He wore clothing resembling a black overcoat or a black suit, accentuating his solidly built physique.
Just by holding a deck of cards, he looked like a gambling master. With a cat in his arms, he resembled the G.o.dfather.
In any case, he was undoubtedly a masculine man.
The deep voice would put all the voice actors in shame.
The first thought that popped up in Annan’s mind was this idea instead.
Before Annan could respond, Tragedy Writer twitched his nose slightly as if smelling something.
That gesture was too elegant, as affectionate as sniffing a rose.
“Such a strong, bright smell… I see. It was Mr. Ray who gave you my name.”
Tragedy Writer smiled, “I would like to thank him for his favor.”
“So, sweet Annan. You went through great lengths to call me out… What’s the matter?”
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