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Of course, this ability might just be seen as an ordinary Bloodline gift in the eyes of a wizard, and it doesn't hold much value.
Although the Underworld exists, it is not something that the Hilt Goatman can communicate with.
However, their Bloodline gift does allow them to perceive Spirits through an innate dagger, which was deciphered by Necromancers using runes many years ago.
Therefore, it is not surprising that Freya obtained these Magic Circle Runes.
Curiously touching the Goat Head Dagger embedded in her Heart, she lightly blinked her eyes, adjusting to her current crimson vision.
In her sight, the entire appearance of the room had changed significantly.
All the furniture emanated a decayed aura, worn and tattered, with gray smoke continuously drifting up from above.
The position of the bed had transformed into a pitch-black abyss, with the black floor cracked unevenly, emitting strange moaning sounds from that dark hole.
However, the oil painting hanging on the wall above the bed remained unchanged.
It was just that in this decaying room, there was an added sense of strangeness.
Freya observed this altered view with curiosity.
"Is this what the Hilt Goatman sees? Like a ruin?"
She reached out her hand toward the bed's position and actually touched something solid.
This made her breathe a sigh of relief; after all, in this incredibly realistic vision, even sensations seemed to become confused.
She could even smell the bitter scent of decaying wood in the air.
However, just as she marveled at this magical sight,
suddenly, with a creak, the iron gate of the manor downstairs swung open unexpectedly.
A young woman with long black hair, dressed in a Red Long Skirt, slowly walked in from the pitch-black street outside.
The woman's hair was very long, obscuring her face and making it hard to see her features; one could only tell from her figure that she was quite young.
The red long skirt trailed behind her, almost dragging on the ground, yet it made no sound.
"Is this Spirit?"
Freya, standing by the window, frowned slightly as she watched the woman open the dilapidated door and step inside.
Before long, sounds of clinking porcelain came from downstairs, followed by the sound of running water.
It seemed like she was making tea.
Just as Freya was about to go downstairs to check it out, the woman in the red skirt floated up gracefully.
At that moment, Freya finally got a clear look at the woman's face hidden beneath her black hair.
To her surprise, it was a peculiar ginger-colored cat face.
This left Freya with a strange feeling.
She could vaguely hear a buzzing sound coming from the throat of the Cat-Faced Woman.
However, this Cat-Faced Woman seemed unable to see Freya and placed a white porcelain cup on the table.
Inside the cup was clear water, and there was a Red Goldfish from the Cyclops floating on its back, seemingly dead.
Freya frowned as she watched the Cat-Faced Woman take the goldfish out of the blanket, lick it, and then swallow it whole.
The crunching sound of chewing mixed with the satisfied purring of the cat reached Freya's ears.
"What on earth is this?" she murmured softly.
She seemed to sense that the world she was seeing did not belong to the Spirit but was an image from another world, merely overlapping with some elements of her own world.
As if to confirm her suspicion, Freya gently extended her hand and suddenly swiped at the Cat-Faced Woman.
With a 'swish,' a streak of Azure Flowing Light flashed by, directly penetrating the woman's face.
However, the Cat-Faced Woman seemed to feel something, reaching out to gently touch her cheek with a hint of confusion on her face.
The woman's actions made Freya raise an eyebrow, and then she reached out again towards the woman's face.
But this time, nothing happened, as if she were striking at empty air.
"Only energy attacks can elicit a response? Interesting," she said with a curious look.
Just as Freya was about to experiment with the unusual aspects of this world, suddenly, the Cat-Faced Woman was staring directly at Freya, or more accurately, at what was behind her.
The Ginger Cat Face was filled with immense fear.
Freya was momentarily taken aback by her gaze. She immediately turned around.
Suddenly, a pale Stupefied Face appeared before her.
The face was almost within a finger's distance from Freya.
Its completely black eyes, devoid of any whites, were fixated on her, something she had not noticed until now.
A familiar chill of dread surged from her forehead.
Without a second thought, a burst of Azure Wind erupted from her body as she retreated swiftly.
"Whoosh..."
The Chaotic Azure Gale swept through the decaying buildings around her, sending dust flying.
Amidst the thick dust, a Crimson Tentacle suddenly shot towards the pale White Face.
However, just as the Scorching Touch was about to make contact with that face,
With a 'crack,' the dagger at Freya's Heart shattered unexpectedly.
"Hiss..."
It was like the sound of someone inhaling. The surroundings of Freya began to slightly distort.
The originally decayed and hazy house became clear, clean, and tidy.
The pale Face and Cat-Faced Woman gradually faded away.
Freya stared blankly at the rapid changes around her. Unconsciously, her eyes returned to their deep blue color. The Azure Rune etched in her eyes flickered with light.
Fine cold sweat covered her forehead, trickling down her hair.
Freya paused for a moment before slowly retracting her hand that had been casting the spell.
On the wall in front of her, a charred black spot stood out glaringly.
"Isn't this considered a bystander's perspective?" she murmured softly.
Suddenly, it seemed she thought of something and turned to run downstairs.
The rain had stopped, the gray clouds had completely dissipated, and a huge silver moon hung above.
Moonlight, like silver sand, poured through the window onto the floor.
Freya quickly walked to the window, and with the bright moonlight, she fixed her gaze on the portrait of the woman beside her.
Perhaps due to the brightness of the moonlight, the woman's face in the painting appeared unusually pale. Her eyes were hard to discern due to the darkness of the room.
"Indeed, I was right," she said as she squinted slightly at the portrait of the woman.
This face was the woman who had just been pressed against her back.
Even now, she could vaguely feel the gaze coming from those eyes.
After a long moment, she flicked her hand.
A strand of Purple Flame floated directly onto the painting, and with a whoosh, the painting ignited.
As the black ashes slowly fell, a faint scream from a woman could be clearly heard.
Freya seemed to have anticipated this scream and did not show much surprise.
'According to the wizards' explanation, a Spirit is another form of a strong will entity, but this existence is not free. Most Spirits linger due to some limitation related to an event or an object. If I am not mistaken, in this house, this painting serves as the dwelling for this Spirit. Now that the painting has been burned, in essence, the residing Spirit will also gradually dissipate.'
Calmly watching the painting turn completely into a mass of Black Ash, Freya thought lightly.
What she did not understand was why using the Hilt Goatman’s dagger would lead her to see that scene.
And what about the cat-faced woman? She seemed to fear the woman who was a Spirit as well.
Although it was her first time using this magic circle, such a situation should not have occurred.
'It feels like a semi-illusory world where energy can be touched but substance is overlooked.'
She analyzed what she had sensed in her mind.
In fact, Freya knew some secrets about the world.
She knew that there existed many worlds here, several of which had already been discovered and connected by wizards.
Among them, the Abyss World and Hell were relatively well-known. In addition to these two, there were also the Spirit Wind Realm, the Underworld, Ocean World, and other Material Worlds, though they were less prominent than the first two. Although these worlds had not been breached by wizards, some rudimentary mysteries could still be gleaned from the occasional World Rift.
Besides the Material World, there were also some strange Non-Physical Worlds. Most of these worlds were illusory and rarely encountered, akin to another Dimension.
Some worlds could only be reached through dreams.
Freya speculated that the world she had just seen, resembling a Ruined World, might be a realm situated between the physical and non-physical, where Spirits could likely traverse freely.
"However, if using the Hilt Goatman dagger allows one to see that world, why haven't other wizards reported such a discovery?" she wondered.
Suddenly, her eyes brightened slightly. "Could it be a matter of constitution?"
Or perhaps there was some commonality between her and the Hilt Goatman that allowed her to inadvertently glimpse a world undiscovered by wizards.
And this world might be the true reality perceived by the Hilt Goatman.
'If this hypothesis is correct, then I might find something useful in that world,' she thought excitedly.
Knowing about an undeveloped Non-Physical World held extraordinary significance, and it seemed that the ruin-like world had a high sensitivity to energy.
Of course, this was contingent upon being able to bring things back from it to her own Material World.
However, this would require long-term experimentation.
As she contemplated her plan, she quickly used a Spell to blow away the Black Ash from the painting before returning to the second floor, eager to once again enter that Ruined World.
The second.
The morning sunlight shone upon the estate.
Inside the room, Freya sat somewhat tired in a red High-Back Chair, her face filled with disappointment.
In front of her were several circular magic circles.
It was clear she had spent the entire night doing the same thing.
But the results were somewhat unsatisfactory.
"Am I using the wrong method, or is that world simply not a place that can be invaded?" (To be continued)
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