Exorcist's Self-Cultivation-Chapter 700 - 677. Envelope switched to a different CPU

Chapter 700: 677. Envelope switched to a different CPU. Chapter 700: 677. Envelope switched to a different CPU. It was here… In the Victorian Era.

The text was not connected; patterns of pointers and eyes were mixed in between, seemingly erasing the words.

And, in almost an instant after Du Wei saw them, the words were replaced by symbols, and eventually, all the patterns disappeared.

Upon seeing this, a trace of iciness flashed in Du Wei’s eyes.

“It’s the Demon Gods.”

These symbols all related to Solomon’s Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods, and the Envelope had once made direct contact with that Stele for him.

In one way or another, the Envelope had also caught the attention of the Demon Gods.

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It could have conveyed some useful information to him, but every time, those damned symbols destroyed it.

“I will definitely kill you.”

Du Wei’s tone was resolute, as his gaze once again converged on the Envelope, carrying a hint of trepidation.

“Envelope?”

He asked tentatively.

But the Envelope did not respond to him, remaining still on the coffee table, as if it were dead.

Its life force had grown even weaker.

If it wasn’t for Du Wei’s exceptionally close relationship with it, he wouldn’t have been able to perceive it at all.

Now, it was clear that the Envelope had become a key point, and Du Wei, by all reasoning, had to find a way to bring it back.

Moreover, he had grown accustomed to the Envelope’s incessant chatter.

If the Envelope really died, it would be something he could not let go of.

The only beings he could completely trust were, frankly, Brother Shadow and the Envelope; beyond them, he couldn’t lower his guard with any other person or thing.

“I won’t let you die like this.”

Du Wei gripped Mapa’s Pen again, gritted his teeth, and said, “I am your master, your life, your soul, everything about you should belong to me.”

“If I don’t allow you to die, then nobody can kill you.”

“For helping me, you’ve ended up in this predicament, fine, I’ll give you another chance to live.”

Having said this.

Du Wei began to ponder how to use Mapa’s Pen to bring the Envelope back to life.

He had learned that Carlos was the Envelope’s predecessor, and that the Envelope hadn’t completely died but was on the brink of death.

The reason the Envelope was in this state was that it had sacrificed too much unknown material to help Du Wei control Mapa’s Pen.

From another perspective, this was a bad debt.

No matter how he calculated, he couldn’t come to a resolution, unless Du Wei overturned everything and started anew.

With this thought, Du Wei made a plan; holding Mapa’s Pen as if writing a letter, he began inscribing on the Envelope’s surface.

“You are my servant, and everything you’ve given should be charged to my account.”

[When someone holds Mapa’s Pen and writes new rules on the letter, it will gain a new life.]

“But this new life doesn’t mean a new Envelope; I don’t need another being similar to it by my side.”

[Its rebirth will start with the writer paying a portion of the price. It will retain everything from its past; it never died, therefore it should not be resurrected.]

“But among the original abilities of the Envelope, the Resurrection Ability was the most bugged, and I need an even more bugged Resurrection Ability.”

[Unless the writer is killed, otherwise it will live forever. And if the writer dies, it will also sustain the rules it has already signed and die along with them.]

“This will waste one usage of Mapa’s Pen, but I am willing to do so.”

Du Wei then raised the hand holding Mapa’s Pen, lifted his head to look towards the chandelier on the ceiling, where the dazzling light shone on his face, making it seem extremely glaring.

“But the price for giving the Envelope a new life shouldn’t fall on me, so I’ll leave a hidden clause.”

“Therefore…”

[If the writer refuses the required price, then that price will fall upon the new-lived Envelope, and it too has the right to refuse to pay the price. However, the price will never disappear, and no one can defy this rule.]

After writing the final passage of text,

Mapa’s Pen worked its magic, the envelope began to tremble, and the fog that had appeared earlier started to billow out and cycle back in.

This was a promising sign.

Du Wei let out a sigh of relief; he knew the envelope would soon awaken, reborn and unshackled.

As for the price,

he couldn’t care less.

After all, he was never going to pay the price, nor would the envelope be able to. If he were to willingly pay the price and settle the bad debt for the envelope, who knows what might happen.

And the envelope couldn’t afford it either.

A master and his servant, passing the buck between them, just like a fraudulent business contract.

In short, paying the price was out of the question.

It was like exploiting a bug.

In this matter, Du Wei was particularly adept, for no reason other than… practice makes perfect.

However, Du Wei was also aware that the price would come knocking eventually.

“But I’m looking forward to it, to see who will come to me and the envelope demanding a price. Will it be Mapa’s Pen? Or some other entity?”

Du Wei sneered and pocketed Mapa’s Pen.

Whoever it was, he would kill them!

Lately, he had been seething with pent-up anger.

Keep in mind that he was now moonlighting as a gardener, and the Everlasting Flower in his dreams was desperate for fertilizer. If some entity volunteered themselves, it would be utterly laughable.

And at that moment,

the floating envelope underwent a transformation.

The fog vanished, and the shaking envelope fell onto the coffee table, only to tremble and levitate once more.

[Ah, the envelope feels like it had a very long dream, where there were billions of stars, glittering and dazzling, like paradise itself, and the envelope wanted to chase them, only to realize its mistake.]

[Those weren’t billions of stars after all, it was you, Master!]

[Great Master, your most humble and loyal cur, the envelope is back, and it feels like it’s filled with some strange new things, but that doesn’t matter, the envelope has grown stronger.]

[Master, tell me, who shall we kill today?]

The envelope made a full-blooded resurrection.

And it was still as fawningly familiar.

Du Wei, feeling somewhat relieved, commented, “We have no one to kill today, but you will come in handy later. Tell me, what can you do now?”]

[Ah? You’re not conning anyone? The envelope finds this very disconcerting!]

[But the envelope feels powerful now. It feels like I have the same abilities as the envelope from the Victorian Era!]

[The envelope can kill with words! As long as the typing is fast enough, even Brother Shadow isn’t a threat. Wait, Master, what’s wrong with your eyes?]

Du Wei replied indifferently, “My eyes are ruined. I’m using Black Shadow’s now; it has never left my side.”]

The envelope was shocked.

[What? Black Shadow, such a fool, how is he worthy of becoming the eyes of you, my Master? I, the envelope, cannot accept this!]

Du Wei frowned and scolded, “What nonsense are you spouting?”]

He still wanted to ask the envelope about that passage of text, hoping to glean some information, and this nearly disrupted his train of thought.

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At this point, the envelope started to prostrate itself and fawn over Du Wei.

[Master, you’re absolutely right to scold me. It’s just like you to know I was talking nonsense, but Master, how come my mind feels more agile, as if it’s been fitted with a new CPU. Wait a second…]

[fuck! How come Carlos’s idiotic memories are also in my head?]