The Black Book: Seven Deadly Sins-Chapter 37: The Mirror Image Page

With a vague suspicion in his heart, Zhu Haomiao quietly observed and discovered that contenders wearing other badges also followed this principle. Most of them were made of silver, with only a few being gold and bronze.

Those wearing golden badges were obviously more confident, moving with a shine that suggested they hadn't been beaten before.

Conversely, people wearing bronze badges were more low-key, as for the black iron badges...

Surveying the whole scene, Zhu Haomiao found that aside from some wild contenders without badges, his black iron [Dragon Emblem] was the most disappointing.

Oh well, at least I'm not at the bottom of the disdain chain; some people don't even have badges!

After consoling himself, Zhu Haomiao ignored the curious gazes around him and walked briskly toward the [Boundary Pass] entrance. It was soon his turn to enter.

"Zhu Haomiao, No. 167, enter from the [Gate] on the third floor."

Using some unknown method, the staff glanced at his [Dragon Emblem], and the machine beside them spat out a small slip of paper, clearly detailing the upcoming process.

Taking the slip handed over by the staff, Zhu Haomiao glanced at the mundane three-story building in front of him, took a deep breath, and stepped inside with a bit of excitement.

Reaching the third floor and passing through a long corridor, the youth saw an ornate door frame standing alone in the center of the hall.

Inside the door frame was a chaotic film undulating like a water wave, with unseen colorful streams flowing and flickering on it, enticing people to step inside.

Is this the gap between illusion and reality, the [Gate] connecting the real and the dream?!

Observing quietly without a trace, Zhu Haomiao watched as the person before him passed through the film and disappeared within the door, and his name was then heard in his ears.

"Next, Zhu Haomiao, expected to exit in 60 seconds, please prepare."

Sigh~

Taking a gentle deep breath, Zhu Haomiao followed the staff's guidance to stand before the [Gate], quietly waiting for the countdown.

The short sixty seconds flew by, and listening to the staff's instruction, Zhu Haomiao stepped into the door.

It was like passing through an invisible water film; instantly, Zhu Haomiao felt the world spinning. A sense of weightlessness and falling engulfed him, his senses and consciousness gradually turning chaotic.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a dilapidated, ancient temple.

The doors and windows had long rotted away, and even the beams above head had collapsed halfway.

A chilly wind blew through the broken holes, making the pile of campfire on the ground sway dangerously.

Using the campfire's light, Zhu Haomiao approached the door to look outside, discovering the courtyard outside was overgrown with weeds, and further away, the courtyard wall had crumbled to just its roots.

Beyond that, he could only see a dense forest of shadows, resembling terrifying ghosts with claws and fangs, sending chills down his spine.

Where was I reborn?

Zhu Haomiao slightly frowned, recalling his limited, superficial knowledge of the extraordinary.

Firstly, the "alien objects" of reality, upon entering the Illusion Realm, will combine with the Laws of Heaven and Earth, giving birth to an identity that adheres to the rules.

The higher the Heavenly Destiny, the nobler the identity birthed. As for myself...

Glancing down at his patched, faded clothes, Zhu Haomiao completely abandoned the hope of High Destiny.

Others at least start with a dog and rely on picking up gear.

I not only have no gear, I don't even have a dog!

Looking all over himself, only the [Dragon Emblem] on his chest faintly glowed with a metallic luster, Zhu Haomiao sighed helplessly.

Fortunately, I still have the [Book of Black].

Raising his hand to grasp in the air, a sliver of black light quietly blossomed in his palm, condensing into an ancient and heavy mystical tome.

With a thought, the [Book of Black] unfolded soundlessly, and Zhu Haomiao noticed a subtle change within.

Each previous page became dull, and on the back of each, new mirror-image text appeared.

[Zhu Haomiao]

Bloodline: Mortal

Rank: Primordial Sin

Virtual Life: 89

Dao Heart: LV.1 (92/100)

[God]: 0.7

[Dexterity]: 0.6

[Strength]: 0.5

[Essence]: 0.4

[Qi]: 0.4

[Body]: 0.5

His Dao Heart and real-life Six-dimensional Attributes carried over to the Illusion Realm, but the seven [Original Sins] all reset to zero. Interestingly, the life span became Virtual Life, hinting at the unreal nature of this page...

[Greed]: LV.0 (0/50)

[Jealousy]: LV.0 (0/50)

[Anger]: LV.0 (0/50)

[Gluttony]: LV.0 (0/50)

[Lust]: LV.0 (0/50)

[Sloth]: LV.0 (0/50)

[Pride]: LV.0 (0/50)

In a daze, Zhu Haomiao had a realization: the front of the pages represented reality, while the back represented illusion.

The information generated on the backs is a mirror image and interacts with the reality-representing pages, serving as a channel for supernatural power to seep into reality.

Clenching his fist instinctively, the LV.2 [Anger] Extraordinary Power from reality did not vanish, and a volatile, uncontrollable force began brewing within.

Sigh~

Exhaling a turbid breath, Zhu Haomiao dispelled the power, reabsorbed the [Book of Black] into his Divine Soul, and sat by the campfire to fend off the night's chill.

Now that the basic situation is roughly clear, tomorrow he'll explore the region he's currently in.

Based on self-awareness, culture, religion, language, customs, and writing being implicit conditions, it's highly likely he reincarnated within the bounds of China.

The only worrisome thing is that the late 19th-century Chinese land was chaos among chaos, where strange gods and monsters roamed freely, let alone a magic-enhanced version...

While pondering future plans, Zhu Haomiao suddenly heard a weary call from not far away.

"Is there anyone inside?"

Before long, two silhouettes using canes supported each other and entered his view.

A pair of raggedly clothed husband and wife, the husband, yellow-faced and emaciated, carried all the broken luggage on his back simply because his wife was heavily pregnant.

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The couple slowly approached the broken temple, standing outside the firelight peering in fearfully.

"Please, sir inside, help us. My wife is with child and can't withstand the wind and rain. We beg you for a place where we might shelter from the storm..."

Listening to the husband's pitiful pleas, Zhu Haomiao sighed deeply.

"Come in."

Upon hearing this, the couple exchanged a look of joy.

"Thank you, young master, may you have luck as boundless as the Eastern Sea and long life akin to the Southern Mountain!"

Recognizing the youthful sound of Zhu Haomiao's voice, the couple quickly expressed their gratitude repeatedly.

Meanwhile, Zhu Haomiao realized his voice had become more youthful, and his body seemed to shrink a bit.

Rebirth generally corresponds to the physical stage in reality, so have I gone from late adolescence back to early adolescence?

Touching his cheeks, feeling the smooth, tender texture, Zhu Haomiao nodded thoughtfully.

The couple who entered the broken temple huddled far in the corner, seemingly afraid of offending the youth and not daring to come closer.

"Hey, do you know where we are now?"

Watching the couple huddling at a distance for warmth, Zhu Haomiao asked leisurely.