Lin Jun didn’t rush to get Julia out of jail.
In fact, whether she got out or not made no difference to him.
What he needed now wasn’t her running around spreading doctrine, but purifying her faith in the “Puchi God.”
In a way, the isolated cell environment was perfect for deep contemplation.
Body confined, she could focus more on envisioning the promised future, letting faith grow firmer through constant reflection.
During this time, her husband tried visiting, worried but pretending calm to comfort her—only to be comforted by her instead.
Lin Jun decided to maintain the status quo. He had already given her the “Twelve emergency hotline.” Nothing could go wrong—if it did, feed Twelve to Little Black for a month and find the next sample.
When the envoy returned, Inanna could easily bail her out with any excuse.
Lin Jun shifted focus mainly to deciphering Sun Stone usage and studying the Book of Miracles.
Thanks to the ancient experiment logs found in Dungeon No. 13’s abyss space, Lin Jun finally found ways to actively trigger the Sun Stone.
Before, whether absorbing energy via photosynthesis or splitting his soul to create Mushroom Tribe members, it was just crude passive use.
With the God of Light’s notes, Lin Jun came up with many wicked methods.
But he still needed a suitable occasion to test effects.
As for the Book of Miracles, the tome itself was some kind of abyss magic creation.
When sent to Sigmund, it was sealed in a nearly half-meter-thick multi-layered rune metal box, transported by special vehicle.
Emperor Mortis even attached a warning: “Don’t cause abyss-related chaos in imperial territory.”
Once unsealed, the book acted like a miniature abyss rift, constantly radiating its knowledge outward, force-feeding it into nearby minds.
But the info flow was much slower than a real abyss—even little Sigmund could withstand it for a while.
Theoretically, Lin Jun didn’t need to study it—just sleep hugging it and knowledge would naturally come. But too inefficient.
The contents were extremely profound, reminding Lin Jun of the pain of studying.
The Book of Miracles recorded several relatively stable abyss rituals.
Though conditions were harsh and risks remained, the risks were at least controllable. Among them was a method to summon abyss beasts.
It cleverly split the abyss core and beast body into two rituals. Even if control failed, without the core, the summoned beast would stop after minutes—minimizing harm.
But these weren’t the book’s true essence.
The recorded rituals were more like “successful examples” to prove its core content.
The book’s true value was finding patterns in chaotic abyss, providing a complete method to “wish” from the abyss.
Theoretically, this method could create countless rituals to achieve any desire.
Of course, if it were that easy, the Emperor would have used it for world domination long ago and wouldn’t casually gift it to little Sigmund.
The method was like targeted retrieval. You locked special “concept anchors” in the ritual to filter the vast chaotic info flood.
You could lock “apple” and get a red edible apple or some blocky box—but at least not a pear.
But these “concepts” as anchors weren’t imagined from nothing.
You had to personally fish fragments bearing specific meanings from the abyss torrent.
Often only a tiny part of a whole junk segment was useful.
You’d collect masses of such fragments, inscribe them simultaneously on complex ritual arrays for cross-verification to possibly find what you wanted.
Not to mention the creation process consumed oceans of slaves and captives as fuel.
The Emperor didn’t think Sigmund would try creating rituals. Asking for the book was likely for the relatively mature ones inside.
Abyss beasts were indeed powerful but no threat to the Emperor and his rule.
As for if Sigmund got arrogant enough to research custom rituals… His Majesty said: if you want to die, don’t do it in imperial territory.
Lin Jun was very interested in “miracles.”
But the book was hard—harder than any magic book he’d read—and he hadn’t found a suitable place to experiment recklessly.
So no further action for now.
The current mushroom garden was busy.
Little Pig, adapting to the war armor, targeted the former half-demon leader who had been living leisurely. The latter became a true punching bag recently—of course, Little Pig paid hefty contribution points.
Norris got an enhanced Jida. Lin Jun added new functions like electric tentacles, corrosive aura, limb launch, etc.
Even Norris himself got new skills—like stealth ejection now…
Meanwhile in the fortress, Spark and the yellow-skinned book continued city defense arrays.
Torin was analyzing transported war-golem tech.
Though from Deepfurnace clan and more knowledgeable than average, he wasn’t research material.
He recently wrote his brothers hoping for more professional help—just unknown if anyone dared come.
…
Meanwhile, Inanna’s kingdom envoy, after smoothly passing Scarecrow Abyss, hit a snag.
A town in a three-way no-man’s-land. Though bloodshed was common, Puchi-safe passage through Scarecrow Abyss brought traffic, keeping it thriving.
With war over, elves or dwarves would soon take management and normalize it.
But when Inanna’s group arrived, the town was eerily quiet.
Locals seemed vanished.
Empty shops were looted by adventurers who arrived earlier, but those adventurers didn’t leave. They all holed up in taverns drinking free booze, waiting for more latecomers.
Everyone saw the abnormality. No one wanted to scout. The timid had already retreated back into Scarecrow Abyss.
Until Inanna’s group arrived.
(End of Chapter)
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