Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

"[I am the Envelope, and right now, I am utterly bewildered.]

[Why, even though I have already signed an indenture contract and become Du Wei's second-ranking underling, does he still make me do such heinous things?]

[Gambling with Evil Spirits, and even considering all the Evil Spirits behind the door, is this something I, the Envelope, can do?]

[I'm just an insignificant Evil Spirit, and the most useless kind at that...]

[Why not let Shadow come instead, clearly Shadow has more experience!]

[Right, why not let Shadow do it?]

[Could it be that my great Devil Master truly wants to test the loyalty of me, the Envelope?]

When Du Wei drew the Joker Card that represented the gamble, the Envelope presented all its thoughts in an extremely awkward manner through text.

Yes...

It was extremely awkward...

With an expressionless glance, Du Wei suppressed the three Evil Spirit Dealers around him—what he cared about were not these three, but all the Evil Spirits behind the door.

Therefore.

Du Wei urged in a cold voice, "What are you hesitating for? As my most loyal subordinate, do you want me to take action myself?"

Any power comes with a price.

What is gained and what is lost are hardly proportional.

Even as strong as Du Wei was, he adhered to this rule.

Therefore, he needed loyal underlings to take the brunt for him.

The Envelope, even now, did not know what its future would become after signing the indenture contract.

It only knew that its master was definitely a villain.

As the lackey of a villain, it was already prepared.

The next second.

The Envelope began to lick...

["Great Master, rest assured, the Envelope is your faithful lackey; whenever you wish, the Envelope is ready to die for you. Isn't it just gambling with an Evil Spirit?]

["Leave it to the Envelope, the Envelope will prove to you I am more loyal than Shadow.]

["One day, the Envelope will become the top dog under your command.]

The text appeared up to this point.

The Joker Card that represented the gamble emitted an evil chill.

["This is an absolute gamble, as the Master's lackey, the Envelope will gamble with all the Evil Spirits behind the door, the winner takes all, the loser loses everything, I bet you devils can't kill me.]

It was the first time using the Gamble Card, unlike Shadow, there was no proficiency of being bolstered by Du Wei.

After all, it had always been Du Wei wearing Shadow's skin, making various wishes and bets.

If it were Du Wei, he would definitely play word traps.

Rules of the gamble, every word that came out of his mouth could not be trusted.

In contrast with the Envelop.

It appeared quite honest.

It even used itself as the rule.

Du Wei couldn't help but raise his eyebrow; he secretly thought, "Although the Envelope is somewhat useless, its ability to resurrect infinitely should pose no problem against the usual Evil Spirits and Demon Spirits."

"Since that's the case, then from now on, for anything involving Joker Cards, dice, and other such accessories with significant side effects, I'll leave them for it to use."

However, Du Wei noticed that the gamble initiated by the Envelope was not as smooth as when he did it himself.

The gap between the targets of the gamble was simply too great.

The entire Joker Card trembled.

And the three Evil Spirit Dealers around were all looking at the Envelope in unison; a surge of malice began to transfer from Du Wei to it.

"Not enough..."

Du Wei knocked on the tabletop and placed his hand directly on the Joker Card.

This gamble needed a bit of his assistance.

An even more oppressive aura began to emanate from him.

The change in his demeanor also became more apparent.

In front of the dim gambling table, amidst rampant Evil Spirits, he was driving the development of everything. Within his indifference, there was an unusual elegance.

The gamble was launched...

In an instant.

One after another, Evil Spirits appeared all around.

They seemed unaware of what had actually happened, so for a moment, they appeared somewhat bewildered.

Some were in human form.

Others had nothing to do with humans, manifesting as mist, or even as isolated eyes, a teddy bear, and so on.

But what was most striking

was one whose presence was exceptionally bizarre, covered all over with nails.

It appeared to be a male Evil Spirit, but it was obviously severely injured, with only half of its body remaining while the other half had vanished without a trace.

Yet even so, it was strong enough to command a place among the many Evil Spirits.

It was an Evil Spirit...

Du Wei looked at them one by one, letting these Evil Spirits touch the Envelope.

While he watched, he casually tapped a nearby Evil Spirit with his right hand.

Mark successful.

The goal of the sting operation seemed to come a little too easily.

But soon he noticed a problem.

The Evil Spirit that had used to be Alvin Dowqui didn't show up.

...

Elsewhere.

In the outside world, beyond the door.

A shriveled corpse had already traversed Europe.

Wherever it went, anyone alive who saw it would hear a strange door-opening sound and then disappear without a trace.

Some Exorcists had also died at its hands.

But it did not stop.

Its presence grew increasingly terrifying, even reminiscent of the first time Du Wei encountered the Evil Spirit Mary Shaw.

It was transforming into a Demon Spirit.

On a straight road.

The fields on either side were endless, with autumn-harvested grains already sown.

As the corpse of Alvin Dowqui appeared, a chilling coldness immediately swept over the surroundings.

But it suddenly stopped, standing still, quietly waiting for something.

In the distance.

Two figures were swiftly darting through the darkness.

The next second.

A muffled groan rang out in the darkness, and Mercer crashed down, falling heavily onto the road, drenched in blood.

The mask on his face trembled slightly as if seething with rage.

"Damn..."

"I've explained already, the curse of Dusk Bell Church has nothing to do with the Vanity Sect. Why don't you believe me?"

"You lunatic, you're provoking the Vanity Sect, you really deserve to die!"

He spat out a mouthful of blood, his chest heaving violently.

And in his eyes.

Slowly, the air twisted into a shape.

An elderly figure in Priest's attire, wearing a hood that concealed his face, walked out slowly.

Matthew's voice, aged with wisdom, said, "I don't care about provocation. Many want to see Dusk Bell weakened and to plant undercover agents within it."

"That, I allow."

"But I will not tolerate this disgusting curse."

"I need to set an example by making a statement with one faction, to let others know that as long as I am here, everyone must play by Dusk Bell's rules."

Mercer sneered incessantly and got up from the ground, pulling out a sharp dagger.

The dagger was etched with many strange patterns, and a faint, transparent human face seemed to emerge within them.

Clenching his teeth, he said, "I acknowledge your power, but if you think you can kill me that easily, you're wildly mistaken."

After speaking, a hint of struggle flashed in his eyes, then he resolutely plunged the dagger into his chest.

But at that moment

Matthew exclaimed in shock, "Alvin..."