In the early morning, when Silas woke up, he found he was holding two things in his hands.
In his left hand was an exquisite black leather glove, beautifully crafted, seamless, with a glossy black leather that looked very thin and had a great texture.
On the back of the hand was a white hexagram, with subtly raised patterns in the white lines, like frost flowers on glass.
The opening of the glove was relatively short, just covering the wrist bone, looking no different from a normal gentleman's leather glove.
Silas sat up, expressionlessly put the glove on his right hand, flexed his nimble palm and fingers, and then looked satisfied, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned. "Although the item is very inferior, it can now be considered barely worthy of my status."
As soon as the words fell, Silas's eyes filled with struggle, and then he began to blink continuously, his expression shifting between light and dark…
Ten seconds later, Silas began to pant violently as if waking from a nightmare, fine beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.
"Damn it, just using it once, and the influence is already so deep?" Silas's face was pale, his heart still pounding with fear.
When he had just woken up, Silas felt that the human side of himself seemed to have been completely suppressed, as if locked in the deepest mental prison, completely detached from the control of his mind and body.
That feeling of fear and despair made Silas's heart palpitate even now just thinking about it.
"Too dangerous. I need to be careful in the future, be cautious. Otherwise, after two more times, I estimate I won't be able to change back," Silas thought, his determination not to use the divine body growing even stronger.
After casting a Mantra of Serenity on himself, Silas's heart calmed down. He carefully felt the glove on his right hand; it was very comfortable, fit snugly, and was very soft, like a high-end glove made from top-quality materials by a master tailor.
Of course, this was the surface appearance. On a deeper level, Silas could see two thin white lines extending from the hexagram, running along his arm and shoulder, connecting to his left chest.
Instantly, his icy heart and the glove, like two matching parts, were completely connected, echoing each other.
Feeling his control over its abilities, Silas nodded.
"It's just that the ability to immunize against attacks consumes a bit too much. Activating it once only lasts for two seconds, the cooldown is a full day, and it consumes half of my spiritual energy."
After confirming the glove, Silas saw the other item beside him.
A skull without a jaw, its shape round and flat.
The pale white skull was currently frozen by a layer of unthawable ice, looking very ordinary.
But Silas knew very well that as long as he input spiritual energy to activate it, this ice would instantly transform into raging icy flames, taking others' lives while bringing biting cold.
Silas didn't activate it immediately. He picked up the skull and measured it, finding that this shrunken skull, already polished smooth and round by the divine body, could just fit into his waist pouch without affecting his figure.
"Although the divine body's way of thinking is a bit scary, I have to say this thinking covers all aspects, even thinking ahead to the convenience of carrying it for me," Silas said with admiration, fastening his belt and waist pouch.
Having packed away his two biggest trump cards, Silas was instantly full of confidence.
"With this equipment now, I'm not afraid even if I face a master-level mystic!" Silas felt somewhat inflated.
After washing up, just as Silas had finished dressing and was about to call Helles for a meal, the door knocked again.
The voice was still that of the female soldier from yesterday.
"Mr. Sotos, something bad has happened!"
This time, the door knocked once and was then directly pushed open. The female soldier said with a panicked expression.
Silas picked up his staff and asked, "What's wrong?"
The female soldier's face was pale, and she answered, panting, "For some unknown reason, all the doctors and nurses near the sickroom have gone mad! They are now running around everywhere, biting anyone they see, and they can't be killed."
"Let's go!" Silas, upon hearing this, immediately rushed out.
He had been to the sickroom area several times and was now very familiar with it.
Running at the forefront, when he turned a corner, he happened to see two soldiers running over in a panic. "Mr. Sotos! Save us!"
The two soldiers' faces were pale, their expressions terrified.
Silas looked up ahead and saw a nurse covered in blood, her eyes rolled back, running quickly down the corridor.
This nurse had been shot at least a dozen times, but her agility was terrifying.
"Zombie? But this zombie runs a bit fast," Silas said calmly. Under the gaze of the three soldiers, he took a swift step forward, his staff whistling through the air, accurately striking the female nurse's neck.
Crack!
The sound of bones breaking suddenly rang out, making one's legs tremble involuntarily.
Subsequently, the female nurse's neck snapped at a frightening angle, and she fell to the ground.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! Just as the three soldiers had breathed a sigh of relief, this nurse actually stood up again, baring her fangs and claws, and continued to charge forward, grabbing at Silas.
Her head could no longer be lifted, dangling behind her, yet it didn't affect her movements.
Ahhh!
Seeing this scene, the two male soldiers' Spirit Vision instantly increased by two points, and then their eyes rolled back, and they fainted.
The remaining female soldier leaned against the wall, her legs trembling uncontrollably. She knelt on the ground, her face as pale as paper.
"Don't look," Helles then reached out and covered her eyes.
"No! I want to see! I want to overcome myself, face these fears, and then avenge them!" Although terrified, the female soldier's will and determination were surprisingly firm.
Here, Silas opened his Spirit Vision and looked, then discovered that there seemed to be a strange insect in this nurse's body.
"An insect that Spirit Vision can see. It seems to be something within the Spirit Vision system as well," Silas thought, then casually cast a Soothing Hypnosis at this nurse.
However, it had no effect.
"This common profession is really trash!" After saying this, Silas rang the Evening Bell in his mind.
Dong!
After a bell sound, the nurse's body first stiffened, then fell to the ground with a thud, motionless.
"My hidden profession is still more reliable!" Silas had a hint of smugness on his face.
Helles stepped forward and muttered, "This should have been my job. I could have easily dismembered her, making her unable to move."
"What if she continued to crawl with her chin? Do you want to scare these ordinary people to death?" Silas said, crouching down.
Helles turned to look at the female soldier who was already too scared to stand up and playfully stuck out her tongue.
In the distance, Elaina ran over in a flurry, with the still expressionless Marvel beside her.
"Get out of the way, let me burn her!" Elaina said, her palms beginning to glow red.
Silas hurriedly waved his hand. "Don't rush. She has already calmed down. Don't destroy crucial evidence."
"Huh?" Elaina quickly walked over and looked carefully, finding that this corpse was indeed motionless, as if completely dead.
"How did you do it?" Elaina asked curiously.
Silas's right hand, wearing the black glove, gently touched the female nurse's already mangled chest twice, then his palm, like a sharp blade, directly cut open the skin and reached inside.
"I am a priest. Comforting corpses and the like is originally my duty. Moreover, it's not the corpse that has mutated!"
With that, Silas lifted his blood-stained hand and took out a thumb-sized insect, covered in disgusting tentacles, from the female nurse's body.