Hell's Handbook

Chapter 392

Carl and Phyge looked toward The Beginning once more, the white ball of light that floated above a pedestal. Their gaze cut through the outer layer of the ball to look at the moving light in its core. The light would sometimes gather to form the image of a woman.

“The Beginning is very perfect, and we can fight the Handbook with it. But we still lack someone who can fight the will of the universe,” said Carl calmly.

Phyge sighed and said, “If Arutus hadn’t sacrificed himself, he might have been the best person to control The Beginning and go head to head with the will of the universe.”

But Carl shook his head and narrowed his eyes as he said, “No. Arutus was very powerful, and he was the most powerful being of his time, but he carries the mark of the Handbook. As long as he has this mark on him, he will never be able to surpass the will of the universe, never mind defeat him.”

Phyge nodded slightly. Just then, several runes floated out from The Beginning. They came together to form a rune warrior.

Immediately after the rune warrior took shape, a passageway through space appeared in front of it. It leaped in and disappeared.

Carl said, “We’ll have to count on these rune warriors. Even if a large number of them are killed, as long as just one of them is able to rise above the rest, it will get the chance to control The Beginning and fight against the will of the universe!”

But Phyge did not look as confident and said to Carl, “These warriors are very formidable and they seem to be perfect beings, but… how far can these creatures with no emotions or soul develop?”

Carl was silent for a few moments, then he said confidently, “Emotions will only be a hindrance. One has to focus on reaching one aim without any distractions in order to move past their limits. Haven’t we seen so many incredible talents all these years? But so many of them have been destroyed by their emotions. This time… let’s take it as an experiment of sorts.”

“But… we’ve also seen a lot of formidable characters rise because of their emotions. Without emotions, without a soul – that means there’s nothing they would want to protect. Do we really need such a character?” said Phyge without holding back. The two of them had spent too much time together already. To a certain extent, they were like the same person now. They would argue, but never hate each other. Arguments were more like a way to reflect on their own thoughts and hone each other.

Carl paused to think, then said, “Let’s prepare some souls first then. We can experiment again once one of the rune warriors grows to be powerful enough.”

Both of them were happy with that and fell silent again, their gaze still locked on The Beginning. That was their hope. They believed that The Beginning would eventually replace Hell’s Handbook and become responsible for the running of the entire universe.

In the real world, Chu Yi had just completed a Challenge. He walked out from his Personal Hell Domain and smiled. He didn’t have anything to do once he got back to his world anymore.

Su Jin had cleared out the cult leader and her followers in one fell swoop, and any remaining members were those who had followed the cult leader’s instructions because they had no choice. Now that the cult leader was dead, they did not fight back at all. Just like the resistance army that Chu Yi was from, they too wished that order would return to this world.

So, as a member of the resistance army, besides helping to restore some of the infrastructure the world needed, he didn’t really have anything to do.

Chu Yi’s home was a humongous estate spanning 3,000 square meters that originally belonged to a billionaire. The billionaire had been killed by the cult leader, and the house had no owner. Chu Yi had made significant contributions to the resistance army, so this estate became one of his rewards.

But Chu Yi didn’t really care for the house. He was someone who liked having company, and living all by himself in this huge house seemed so lonely.

However, today was the first time he felt that having a quiet space was a good thing. He retrieved five items from his Handbook, and one of them was the Key to Immortality.

The Ceremony of the Gods was centered around the Key to Immortality, and it could be used to revive a person. Chu Yi was an orphan and he often dreamed about resurrecting his dead parents. But now, the person he was bringing back to life was someone completely unrelated to him.

“Come back to life!” Chu Yi watched as the five items turned into a black mist and disappeared as a young woman slowly appeared before him. She was around 15 or 16, completely naked, and looked very confused.

Chu Yi was already prepared for this, so he waved a hand and a cloud of white mist lifted a rug and wrapped it around the girl. She then realized that she wasn’t wearing anything and shrieked at the top of her lungs.

Chu Yi covered his ears and quickly explained, “Listen to me! You were dead and you’ve been brought back to life… you don’t have any clothes because resurrecting you doesn’t come with such services!”

But she didn’t care about what he was saying. Her shrieking did not reduce in volume and only grew louder and even more uncontrollable. Chu Yi felt that if the Handbook chose her to become an owner, her Spirit Power would be sonic waves or something.

“Shut up!” yelled Chu Yi as white mist around his body exploded and the wind of the explosion went straight into the girl, nearly blowing off the rug around her.

After he did that, she finally stopped screaming, but mostly because she got scared. As far as she knew, only characters on TV or cartoons were capable of such a thing. This man was a living, breathing person. Were they filming a movie here?

Now that she had stopped screaming, Chu Yi quickly explained, “Hello, Miss Wu Jingru! My name is Chu Yi and I’m a friend of your father!”

“My father… you know my father?” Wu Jingru was very cautious. She had taken the chance to look at her surroundings and found herself in an extremely luxurious room that was incredibly large, so it definitely did not belong to any ordinary person. If this wasn’t a movie filming, then she must be in some inexplicable situation.

Chu Yi nodded and said, “Your father, Wu Chen… is a very trustworthy and reliable man, an elder who deserves much respect!”

Wu Jingru was even more puzzled now. This man did seem to really know her father. She remained cautious as she asked, “You said… you said I was dead, and you brought me back to life?”

“That’s right,” said Chu Yi with a nod.

“Seriously? You think that’s a convincing lie? You’ve brought a dead person back to life? You think you’re filming a movie? Or writing a book?” said Wu Jingru with disdain. She could believe anything else, but she wasn’t going to believe that anybody could bring someone back from the dead.

Chu Yi smiled faintly and said, “Well, I think you can judge for yourself if I’m lying to you or not. Think about what you last remember about your life. Think carefully.”

Wu Jingru was a little stunned and couldn’t help but try to recall where she was before this. Her eyes widened as memories flooded back. This man was right. She… had died.

The last thing she could remember was herself lying on a bed in the hospital. Late stage cancer had drained her so badly, she barely looked like a human anymore. Her father didn’t seem to be in any less pain than her. He sat by her bed and made phone calls to anybody whom he thought he might be able to borrow money from.

“Hello, Third Uncle? I… I know I’ve already borrowed a lot from you, but could you help me just one last time? Jingru… yes, yes, I know that, I’ll work my ass off to repay you, I promise! Hello? Hello?”

As the other side hung up on him again, her father shut his eyes in despair. Wu Jingru knew how obstinate her father could be. He was never someone who would bow to others. But after she was diagnosed with cancer, that obstinate father disappeared. He bowed to everyone and begged everyone, even if all he got was a few hundred dollars.

When Wu Jingru couldn’t sleep at night because of the pain, she had seen him secretly leave the ward. He had found a night shift job. He was afraid that his daughter would feel scared without him around, so he would sneak out at night to work after she had fallen asleep.

But he didn’t know that her illness had also made her mature. Even though she was still scared when he wasn’t around at night, she never told him that she had found out about his secret. She didn’t care about how much longer she could would for, but she didn’t want to make things difficult for her father. His work was probably not enough to earn him enough money for her treatment, but perhaps it could help him to temporarily forget how helpless he was in this situation.

“Where’s… where’s my dad?” asked Wu Jingru with tears in her eyes.