As An Antique Shop Owner, It's Only Reasonable That I Know A Bit Of Magic - Chapter 72

Seeing Su Fan appear, the black mist became agitated once more.

Even without any sound, its fury was palpable!
“No clear intellect, but basic emotions… just as I thought.”

“Don’t bother struggling. You can’t escape my grasp now.”

Su Fan gently wiped the blood trickling from his nose.

Simultaneously, prompts sounded in his ears.

[You used Mengtou (Head Sprouting) and foresaw all the ‘Death God’s’ attacks in advance. Mengtou +6!]

[You used Yandao (Nightmare Prayer) and confused the ‘Death God’ observing the world through Scarlett’s eyes. Yandao +6!]

[You used Jiameng (Dream Weaving) and blurred the line between reality and illusion, successfully pulling the ‘Death God’ into your dream! Jiameng +15!]

After meeting that mystical black mortician, many puzzles surrounding the “Death God” had been solved.

The source of its power, the origin of its ability to alter causality, its true nature, why it was so fixated on killing by accident, and so on…

But one point remained unclear.

Why did it absolutely need to select a survivor and grant him/her the ability to foresee death?
The answer was simple.

It needed an anchor to exert its power.

Rituals involving invocation exist all over the world.

Demons and deities that receive worship cannot manifest in the world by themselves; they must use someone’s body as an anchor.

Before finding an “anchor,” their influence on the real world is extremely limited.

It’s like a person observing fish in a fish tank; they can tap the glass to startle the fish, but they can’t directly do anything to them.

However, if you put your hand into the water, that’s different.

Using this hand plunged into the water, they can wantonly stir up trouble.

This so-called “Death God” was the same.

It selected a person to act as a window to observe and interfere with the world, then triggered accidents.

The so-called precognition was proof of being chosen as the “anchor.”

The chosen person, to survive, would inevitably actively flee disasters and, unavoidably, try to save friends and family around them.

From that moment, the ritual officially began.

The chosen person would be kept for last. Once executed, the “Death God,” having consumed enough souls, would begin a new round of slaughter.

Clearly, this time, the person chosen for the slaughter was Scarlett.

The Death God had been observing Su Fan’s every move through Scarlett all along.

This was why, after he told Scarlett they were going to find the mortician at the Beverly Center, disasters followed him like a shadow.

Once he knew the opponent’s hiding place, Su Fan set his plan in motion. Now was the time to close the net!
“You seemed to be having quite a bit of fun earlier. Now it’s my turn to have some fun.”

Su Fan grinned.

“But I don’t plan to make it as troublesome as you did, with chain-reaction accidents.”

“It’s better to be straightforward.”

He clenched a single fist. The black mist in the air twisted as if squeezed by some invisible force.

It tried to resist, but it was useless, until it could no longer withstand the immense pressure and violently exploded!!!
“The Death God is dead.”

Su Fan clapped his hands lightly and said calmly.

The “Death God” that had brought countless fears and left its prey in constant day and night terror was ended, just like that, by Su Fan.
……

His earlier words in the car were just a smokescreen.

Su Fan’s real goal was to pull the “Death God” into a dream.

The operation had started the moment he told Scarlett he would take a short nap.

He replicated the scenes foreseen by Mengtou to construct the dream, used Yandao to confuse both Scarlett and the Death God, and finally used Jiameng to blur the boundary between reality and illusion in that space, simulating everything.

Thunder Magic, talismans, divine incantations—none could destroy the “Death God,” which had become a conceptual entity.

But dreams were different.

That world was a domain completely under Su Fan’s control.

Once inside the dream, even a conceptual existence could be controlled and eliminated by Su Fan!
The battle plan was quite perfect, but…

Blood began to flow uncontrollably from Su Fan’s nose and mouth as he gasped for breath.

Forcibly swapping illusion and reality placed too great a strain on his current self.

In fact, if he hadn’t stepped into the Yuqing realm, the final, most crucial step of Jiameng would have been impossible to complete.

The chain-reaction car crash, the ring of fire, the plane crash… even the reactions of the people in the terminal…

Recreating all of that was far too heavy a burden.
Pulling a special existence into the dream by force had also consumed too much of his energy, essence, and spirit.

Right now, Su Fan could be described as having his lamp dry and oil exhausted.

“Damn it! Believing in everything, worshiping everything! Gods, gods, gods, damn foot-licking gods! To worship an evil spirit to this extent, you people really deserve to die!”

“If I encounter cults worshipping bizarre evil gods like this again, I’ll eliminate every single one I see!”

The throbbing pain in his head and the constant feeling of physical exhaustion made Su Fan want to curse.

[Congratulations, you have eliminated an evil spirit evolving into an evil god!]

[After the evil spirit died, its evil energy dissipated, and its fragments merged into your dream world!]

[Causing it to undergo unique changes!]

[Congratulations, you have acquired the supernatural ability — Er Qu (Step Hence)!]

[Congratulations, you have acquired the supernatural ability — Sword Art!]

[Congratulations, you have acquired the supernatural ability — Slay Demons (Zhan Yao)!]

The prompts ringing in his ears made Su Fan’s somewhat wilted spirit recover considerably!
Wow, three rewards at once!
A bountiful harvest!

He was just about to take a good look at the specific descriptions of these three abilities when another wave of headache washed over him.

Around him, the fiercely burning disaster scene dissipated like a dream or illusion.

Su Fan was still lying in the passenger seat. As for Scarlett, she had collapsed onto the ground, sleeping soundly.

Looking at her, Su Fan couldn’t help but recall her actions within the woven dream.

Even facing death, she hadn’t forgotten to take him, who was sleeping like a log.

Well, his efforts to save her hadn’t been in vain.

Good-hearted. No wonder you’ll become hugely famous later.

He got up, dragged Scarlett back into the car and settled her properly, then returned to the passenger seat.

He let out a long sigh, didn’t even bother to wipe the blood from his nose and mouth, and sank into a heavy sleep.

After fighting for so long, it was time to rest…

Both people in the car slept quietly, completely forgetting they were in the ‘honest and kind’ USA.

Fortunately, they had parked not far from the Walk of Fame, where traffic was heavy. Soon, someone reported the van for obstructing traffic.

The patrol officer who arrived in response to the call knocked on the window for a long time with no answer, finally having to force the door open.

Inside, they found Scarlett slumped over the steering wheel and Su Fan sprawled awkwardly.

The blood on Su Fan, in particular, made the officer immediately suspect he might have used some illegal substances.

After checking, they realized he was just normally asleep, not unconscious.

There were no illegal items in the car either.

They just couldn’t wake him up no matter what.

They could only contact the station based on the license plate number to notify family members to come and claim them.

Watching Su Fan and Scarlett being loaded into the vehicle, the patrol officer couldn’t help but sigh.

Youth. They can fall asleep anywhere, anytime.