[Demon World Codex]

In the dead of night, in the basement of the Stion Library in Fran, lay a decapitated Caucasian body, blood gushing from the neck… A disheveled Asian man, inexplicably excited, grinned maliciously as he trembled, cupping a silk scroll of Chinese scripture—a scroll emitting a faint green glow—from the severed head, where blood had dripped onto the table.
The scroll, as if parched by rain, greedily drank in the blood, instantly emitting a bewitching red light.
The Asian man, his hands stained with blood, slowly unfurled the scroll as if it were a priceless treasure. The scroll, about three feet long and one foot wide, was written in bright red characters: "Those destined... to obtain the Demon Realm's treasure book must first swear a solemn oath; the stronger the oath, the deeper the demonic power. After bowing and prostrating themselves in submission to me, the Heavenly Demon, the treasure book will reveal and impart magic according to the size of the oath. The power, wealth, and possessions of the enlightened will be immeasurable."
Suddenly... "Clang! Clang! Clang!" The footsteps of the library guard on duty approached from afar, crisp and powerful, shattering the silence of the night.
The beam of the flashlight was blinding; he carefully examined the upstairs and the basement, but found nothing amiss, before turning away. The man of Asian descent, still shaken, quickly rolled up the scroll on the table, put it into his robes, put back on his blood-stained white gloves, and rushed to the ventilation hole in the iron window near the road in the basement. He climbed up the thick hemp rope, slipped out of the window, and quickly disappeared into the morning mist.
The source of this guide is a dilapidated studio apartment in a New York borough specifically rented to Asians. The rent is cheap, and each room, only about eight square meters, is separated by wooden boards and stickers. The rooms are scattered like birdcages, chaotic and disorganized. Bathrooms and toilets are shared, water is sometimes cut off, and the place is filthy and smelly.
Inside one of the rooms
, an Asian student spreads out a local newspaper at a table. In the lower right corner is a news item: "According to police, last night two or more thieves ransacked the basement of the Frank St. John Library. No items have been found missing so far. The thieves may have killed each other over a dispute over the loot. The other thief was decapitated, and bloodstains were everywhere. They escaped through a window facing the street. According to police investigations, the deceased was a descendant of an East German general who fled to the United States this year."
This general's ancestor was of illustrious lineage, one of Hitler's personal bodyguards, the famous "Gestapo," named... The Eastern student, sweating profusely and trembling, picked up a cigarette from the table and put it in his mouth. His hand trembled so much that several matches fell from the trembling matchbox before he finally lit the cigarette, took a few deep drags, and gradually calmed down.
"Dennis, please forgive me, but ever since you told me about Hitler's secrets and showed me the documents to prove it, I've decided to monopolize the 'Demon's Manual,' because it belongs to our Chinese ancestors, and I'm merely retrieving it for the Chinese." The Eastern student exhaled a large smoke ring and then poked it with his finger.
"Isn't Hitler my model now? Poor and helpless, with artistic talent, but how much money can I earn from painting? No, I should say I'm worse off than Hitler! Because I left my homeland, went to a different country, and suffered discrimination from white Americans... I hate it!" The Eastern student gritted his teeth, his face contorted with rage, pounding the table repeatedly.
Suddenly, three loud thuds echoed from the wooden wall next door, followed by the ashtray bobbing up from the table. The student, speaking in Taiwanese, cursed: "Damn it! What a bastard! You're a lunatic! You're so noisy! You're a jerk! You're a jerk! You son of a bitch!" The Eastern student, alert, thought to himself: "Dennis told me..." During the Eight-Nation Alliance invasion at the end of the Qing Dynasty, a German general obtained this precious scroll, which he kept in his hometown for generations. It eventually fell into Hitler's hands, and within a few short years, Hitler rose to prominence, becoming a powerful and invincible force. His army swept across Europe, plundering countless treasures… The Eastern student, having made up his mind, knew there was no turning back. He took out a porcelain bowl, made a small cut on his wrist with a knife, and let the blood drip into the bowl.
Once overflowing, he slowly poured it onto the "Demon Realm Scripture" on the table.
The scripture absorbed the blood and emitted a bewitching red light. The Eastern student read the contents, which were densely written:
"The following is a record of those who obtained the 'Demon Realm Scripture' and achieved success in practicing esoteric arts, for reference… After the destruction of his family, Bo Xi fled into the deep mountains, obtained the 'Demon Realm Scripture,' achieved success in its practice, infiltrated the Wu Kingdom, used Wu Zixu to serve as an official in the court, manipulated magic to control the King of Wu, monopolized the government, and did whatever he pleased. At that time, he was traveling…" Confucius, from various states, said that Heaven created a man like Taizai Bo Xi precisely to bring about the downfall of the Wu state.
Goujian, having been enslaved in Wu for three years and enduring the humiliation of a prisoner, was persuaded by Bo Xi to taste King Fuchai's excrement as a sign of loyalty. This strategy led to Goujian's release and return to Wu. From then on, Goujian endured hardship and humiliation, gathering strength and preparing for battle. He secretly allied with Bo Xi in Wu, and taking advantage of Fuchai's northward campaign against Jin, he launched a surprise attack on Wu, capturing the capital Gusu and taking Goujian prisoner. The Crown Prince You remained behind. To avoid repeating the mistakes of Fuchai, Goujian refused Fuchai's surrender offer, forcing Fuchai to commit suicide.
Bo Xi knew that King Goujian was narrow-minded, someone who could share hardship but not prosperity. He used the Demonic Tome to control Goujian, killing Wen Zhong and forcing Fan Li to retreat to Taihu Lake with Xi Shi. Bo Xi still held absolute power, ruling Wu and Yue for forty-nine years, enjoying endless power, wealth, treasures, and a long and prosperous life before dying peacefully. The
Demonic Tome's reddish, eerie light faded, returning to a faint glow, and the writing gradually blurred and disappeared.
The Eastern student muttered to himself, "Strange! Just when I was engrossed in reading it, the writing suddenly disappeared. Perhaps there wasn't enough blood!" He picked up a knife, about to cut his wrist again to get more blood… "Master! Don't hurt yourself anymore. If you bleed to death, I'll be useless, just a roll of waste silk, to be discarded!" The Demonic Tome suddenly spoke.
*Thump!* "Thump! Thump!" The Eastern student was startled and jumped back three steps, as if he had seen a ghost.
"You... what are you... how can you speak human language..." The Eastern student stammered, his face ashen, still shaken.
"Master! I am the demon spirit guarding the treasure book, also known as the 'Immortal Painting in the Painting.' It was subdued by the Taoist 'Zhang Tianshi' at the end of the Han Dynasty and expelled from Empress Dong's body, flowing into the mortal world. Whoever drinks my blood is my master. If you die, I will also be buried in the dust and never see the light of day." "Demon spirit, why did you hide the words? Is what you just recorded true? What kind of poisonous oath and curse must I swear to achieve my wish?" The demon spirit said: "Master! I drink your blood to maintain our spiritual connection. One porcelain bowl a month is enough. It must be dripped on the upper right corner of the treasure book, where there is a horse and the character '午' (noon). To understand the contents of the treasure book, you must have a constant flow of blood!"
"Demon Spirit, does this mean we need to kill more people to nourish the Scripture with blood...? I can't do such a wicked thing. What kind of silk is the Scripture made of? Can we use pig's blood, chicken blood, or the blood of other animals instead?" the Eastern student asked nervously and fearfully.
The Demon Spirit coldly chuckled, "Master! The Scripture is made from golden threads spun by demonic silkworms from the Demon Realm. It's impervious to swords and spears, and unaffected by water and fire. These silkworms are raised on human flesh and blood, so they need human blood to nourish their demonic nature. Using living people is even better. I'll handle the killing. Just keep the Scripture with you, and I'll teach you how."
Hearing that he was to kill, the Eastern student fell silent, his mind torn between his inner demons and his own, unsure of what to do.
The demon spirit, telepathically connected to the Eastern student, said impatiently, "Master, you have already killed someone for me; this is the path to the demonic path. Don't hesitate any longer. Power and wealth—I can grant you whatever you desire. Don't think too much now. You can make a solemn oath later. Right now, you must kowtow three times to show your sincere allegiance to the Heavenly Demon before I can teach you magic and how to kill to feed the demonic tome with blood to reveal its writing."
The demon spirit repeatedly urged and tempted the Eastern student to enter the demonic path so that he could once again wreak havoc on the human world and do as he pleased.
The Eastern student found the demon spirit's words appealing, and given his current situation, power and wealth were far too tempting for him.
This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, something he had always dreamed of. Thinking this, he made up his mind, knelt down, and kowtowed three times to show his sincere allegiance to the demonic path.
"Hehe! Hehe!" The demonic spirit chuckled sinisterly, shooting a bewitching red light from the upper right corner of the tome, displaying the character "午" (noon), which landed on the Eastern student's genitals, specifically the "Qugu" acupoint.
"Ah! It hurts!" The Eastern student was thrown a foot off the ground, feeling a burning, throbbing pain in his genitals.
He quickly pulled down his underwear and checked his genitals, finding his pubic hair smoking and charred, with the character "午" (wu, meaning noon) imprinted on his skin. He hastily grabbed a water glass from the table and poured it onto his genitals.
"What are you doing! How could you do such a despicable thing? What's the purpose of this '午' character?"
the demon spirit said sinisterly. "Master! This demonic mark '午' is merely a clue. We, your companions, possess twelve 'Immortal Paintings,' represented by the twelve zodiac animals: Zi, Chou, Yin, Mao, Chen, Si, Wu, Wei, Shen, You, Xu, and Hai. I am the seventh, '午.' This mark indicates you once possessed the Demonic Tome. You will be recognized in the Demon Realm by this 'Demonic Mark.' Its location on your private parts is harmless; only intimate lovers will see it. Once your pubic hair grows back, it will be completely invisible."
"Alright! Alright! Stop nagging! Quickly teach me how to kill without leaving a trace! The tome displays the handwriting and secret incantation!" the Eastern student said impatiently.
The demon spirit asked, "Master! Are there any mature and beautiful virgins around here?"

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