*Chapter 75: Goethe: There's Always Someone Pushing Me!*

Modius?

King George I!

The Mad King!

As soon as he saw the name "Modius," Goethe immediately thought of the "Mad King."

The Mad King had been here!

Goethe narrowed his eyes.

It's not impossible!

After all, this ring originally belonged to the Mad King, so it's entirely plausible that he had been here.

And there's more!

Goethe flipped through the text that only he could see.

Soon enough, he found the initial description when he first entered the "Mystic Realm."

*[The original holder of the 'Mystic Realm' is dead!]*

...

Goethe stared at this information.

At first, he didn't think much of it, but now?

"The original holder must have been the Mad King!"

"He came here and left behind his legacy!"

"Then, he returned to the 'Anchor World'..."

"No!"

"Perhaps, it was here that he, with his innate talents, found a way to manifest those talents, which is why he gained his reputation as the 'Mad King' in the 'Anchor World,' fighting against the witches."

"In the end, he died in the 'Anchor World.'"

Goethe analyzed, his eyes growing brighter.

The Mad King was a distant figure to him.

But the Mad King's bloodline was crucial to him.

Goethe lowered his head and looked at the words on the notebook again—

Dawn is gone!

Modius' descendants died in war, were assassinated, or met with accidents!

"*[Bloody Honor]!*"

Goethe clenched his fist suddenly.

Some things are unforgettable once experienced, like summer barbecues, beer with barbecue, crayfish with beer, sucking your fingers while eating crayfish, and snacking on edamame and peanuts while sucking your fingers.

That's life.

Before you try something, it may seem insignificant.

But after the first time, you're hooked.

For some people living in darkness, once they grasp the first ray of light, it becomes their lifelong pursuit!

For Goethe, it was simple!

It's like enjoying a cheat code once—once you start, you don't want to stop!

Even though he was always cautious about *[Bloody Honor]*, when faced with certain death, Goethe was willing to do whatever it took to survive, even if it meant drinking poison.

As for what happens afterward?

He would deal with that after surviving.

After all, there’s no "after" if you’re dead.

You could say that the information in the notebook allowed Goethe to ease his tense nerves a little.

"There must be *[Bloody Honor]* in this 'Mystic Realm'!"

"'Dawn,' huh?"

Goethe flipped through the notebook, softly reciting the name of the organization.

Then he hoped to find more in the notebook.

But there was nothing.

The notebook in front of him was clearly just a casual journal of sorts, belonging to the so-called "heir of the Robert family."

It had no precise dates and lacked detailed descriptions.

"Looking for *[Bloody Honor]* like this is like searching for a needle in a haystack!"

Goethe frowned.

Then, his frown deepened.

Mysticism is dying out!

The Robert family heir mentioned this many times in his journal.

In fact, the root cause of everything was the decline of mysticism!

Even with just a simple description, Goethe could visualize the situation back then.

Simply put—

It was the end of mysticism and the dawn of humanity!

Although the Robert family heir didn’t describe the appearance of humanity during that era in detail, Goethe could guess from some of the contemptuous terms used.

It wasn’t a good time.

What kind of people were those who overthrew mysticism?

What would those people, who deeply hated mysticism and eventually won, do?

Moreover, as time passed and power shifted, what did those people or their descendants do?

Goethe pondered.

Never underestimate the brilliance of humanity, but never overestimate the limits of the human heart.

Goethe had seen too much of this back in his hometown.

Therefore, he was very clear that the most difficult thing in the world is to "stay true to your original intention and keep your mission firmly in mind." If a person can achieve this, they will undoubtedly be great. If a group can achieve this, they will become a great nation, unstoppable and invincible!

But, the "secret realm" before him was not that!

Based on his experiences in Black Hastings, Goethe could confirm this!

What would Black Hastings eventually become?

Goethe didn’t know.

Now, he could only confirm one thing: the "secret realm" before him was extraordinarily rare!

Rarer than he had imagined!

"No wonder my novel, despite being published for so many days, has received no response."

Goethe sighed.

The rarity of the supernatural has greatly enhanced the safety of this "secret realm" before him, meaning Goethe didn’t have to worry about encountering completely unsolvable situations. However, this was not good news for Goethe, who was searching for methods to perform and disrupt divination.

The difficulty of his search had increased dramatically!

Goethe flipped through his notes once more.

Apart from these records, what followed was the learning method for the secret art "Despairing Gaze," with no further information related to the supernatural.

"This is troublesome!"

"Finding a method to disrupt divination is even more difficult than I anticipated. Although I have acquired a new 'Bloody Honor,' finding it is also more challenging than I imagined."

"At the very least, I need to understand that period of history written by ordinary people to find some clues."

Goethe thought as he began to refine his plan.

About half an hour later, Goethe leaned back in his chair, relaxing his brain, which was strained from thinking and translating the Glyph language.

Searching for that period of history was definitely out of the question for now.

At the very least, he would have to wait until daylight to do so.

But Goethe wouldn’t waste the time he had now.

He opened his notebook again and began reading the section about "Despairing Gaze."

"Despairing Gaze" could be said to be the most direct gain from this time!

Goethe had long desired supernatural power, but he still resisted using "Bloody Honor."

He wanted to rely on himself!

After reading through the whole section, Goethe had a general understanding of "Despairing Gaze."

"Despairing Gaze" allows the user to confuse, terrify, and induce other negative emotions in their opponent through eye contact, but if the opponent passes the will check, it has no effect.

In other words, if successful, it provides an advantage!

But if it fails, nothing is gained, and energy is wasted!

"Great power comes with obvious flaws!"

Goethe evaluated in his mind, yet he had no resistance to continuing to learn "Despairing Gaze." On the contrary, he was even more eager.

Not only because "Despairing Gaze" was the only secret art he possessed.

But also because the notebook marked two traits of "Despairing Gaze."

First, at the moment "Despairing Gaze" is used, any creature that makes eye contact with the user will be subjected to a will check!

This is a group check!

For Goethe, who lacked corresponding methods, this was very valuable!

Second, when "Despairing Gaze" is initially mastered, it can be triggered without gestures or the Glyph language!

This feature suited Goethe’s habits even more!

He liked the sudden, unpredictable nature of this kind of attack!

As for the flaws?

Back in his hometown, when Goethe first learned unarmed combat, the coach had once said that no matter how perfect a technique is, it always has flaws, and that any technique is dead, but it ultimately depends on the user.

Goethe remembered this very clearly.

Thus, he always abandoned complex techniques and chose the most direct ones.

Therefore, he believed he would find the most suitable moment to use "Despairing Gaze."

With that thought, Goethe didn’t delay any further. After rereading the precautions for "Despairing Gaze," he began adjusting his state, slowly uttering a Glyph—

Ou!

As this Glyph was spoken, Goethe controlled his breathing, syncing his heartbeat with the sound he produced while imagining an eye depicted in the notebook.

The eye in the notebook was drawn in great detail, with every nuance depicted.

Yet, it didn’t resemble any feature Goethe was familiar with, making it impossible for him to identify what creature this eye belonged to.

At least, it wasn’t human!

After all, no human had eyelashes shaped like a snake’s.

Moreover, it had six pupils.

In fact, when he first saw this drawing, the hair on the back of Goethe’s neck stood on end, an extremely uncomfortable feeling, especially as the "Ou" Glyph was spoken.

The strange feeling peaked.

But it was precisely because of this that Goethe imprinted this eye entirely in his mind.

Even at this moment, with his eyes closed, Goethe could easily sketch out this eye in his mind without needing to look at the drawing.

But he couldn’t control the breathing technique that accompanied it.

As his breathing faltered.

Goethe’s first attempt failed.

He wasn’t surprised by this.

"Failure is the mother of success!"

Goethe told himself this.

Then came the second attempt, the third attempt.

And so on…

Until morning.

After 183 failed attempts.

With red eyes, Goethe was preparing for the 184th attempt when he heard a commotion outside the window that made him turn his gaze outside.

Crows!

There were hundreds of crows, darkening the morning sun like a black cloud, rapidly flying toward Castle Street No. 6.

"Fire! Fire!"

"Disperse them!"

The patrolling police, still guarding the scene, noticed the unusual occurrence and shouted loudly. Their colleagues immediately fired, and several crows fell from the sky. But it was like a drop in the ocean, utterly ineffective; there were simply too many crows.

Moreover, instead of being dispersed by the attack, the crows became even more ferocious.

They swooped down, tearing at the flesh of the police officers with their sharp claws, pecking at their eyes with their pointed beaks.

The four police officers guarding the scene instantly fell to the ground with screams.

Then, the crows circled upward again, diving straight toward Goethe, who was standing by the window.

Standing at the window, Goethe squinted his eyes, a cold glint flashing.

Supernatural!

Undoubtedly supernatural!

After last night’s gunmen returned empty-handed, the other side sent in the supernatural!

"What kind of trouble has Andinan gotten into?"

"Why does this feel strangely familiar?"

Goethe pondered, feeling that the situation was somewhat similar to his own in the "Anchor Point World." Then a surge of anger rose in his heart—not because of Andinan, but because his plans were once again disrupted—

I've always relied on myself!

Why?

Why do they keep forcing me?

"Use 'Bloody Honor' to learn 'Despairing Gaze'!"

(End of Chapter)