Chapter 2 The Leslie Family

The group continued reading:

"The Reindeer God originally hoped to rely on the faith of the Senmin (forest people) to maintain its divinity and independent consciousness. Unfortunately, the Senmin were too foolish. Even if they could reproduce and expand their population quickly, the faith they provided was not enough to sustain the Reindeer God’s existence.

The Deer God gradually lost its divinity and fell into a coma. After it fell silent, the Senmin also disappeared, excavating dense tunnels under Roanoke Island and dwelling within them.

The lifespan of the Senmin is not long. The aging and dying Senmin would voluntarily climb to the surface and bury themselves in the soil, where trees would grow in their place – namely, those black, twisted pine trees surrounding the mansion.

The occult scholar Williams unearthed this history. In order to steal the Deer God’s divine power, he chopped down the trees that the Senmin had become, and used the wood, along with other occult materials, to build the Williams mansion.

He failed. When he chopped down the trees, he had already allowed a part of the Reindeer God to merge into the mansion itself. The divinity stripping ritual went awry, and Williams died.

Decades later, our Leslie family took over this mansion.

We are a family of secret witches, inheriting the bloodline of the Titans, and are born with powerful extraordinary powers.

But this bloodline power will become a curse at a certain time – all Leslie family members will turn to stone in middle age, becoming living dead trapped in stone shells.

As the Titans buried deep in the seabed gradually awaken, the bloodline summons become stronger and stronger. We had to flee to the New World to avoid bloodline assimilation and summoning."

Li Ang narrowed his eyes. He keenly noticed out of the corner of his eye that the Stonemason and Forest Cat's eyebrows twitched slightly as they read this – they had emotional fluctuations.

"After discovering the Williams mansion and the notes he left behind, we bought the mansion and used our occult knowledge to try to perfect the ritual and use the Reindeer God’s divine power to solve the bloodline crisis.

The ritual was successful. We continuously drew divine power, alleviating the petrification curse. But during the ritual, a part of the Reindeer God was revived.

It lurked within the mansion, becoming a part of it, and killed my husband. Its divine power merged into the family bloodline, and we would suffer backlash even if we fled Roanoke Island.

We constantly rebuilt the mansion, trying to exhaust it.

Unfortunately, the Deer God’s level of divinity exceeded expectations. Family members were constantly being murdered. The petrification curse has ensnared me. Before losing my mind, I had my grandchildren make me into a specimen so I could continue to lead the family as the head.

I had them set up a magic circle to prevent the Senmin from entering the vicinity of the mansion,

and had some of the younger family members flee Roanoke Island to avoid being spied on by the Deer God.

The remaining family members who had already entered the bloodline awakening stage stayed in the mansion to continue to entangle with it.

In the end, we failed. The Deer God devoured all the family members in the mansion, trying to use us as materials for its revival.

I am trapped here, and I don’t know how long I can maintain my sanity."

The small characters below the wooden table had become somewhat chaotic and blurred, difficult to identify, like messy notes taken by an extremely sleepy student in class.

"My descendants, you must have been summoned by the bloodline curse in the dark, and came to this island on the night of the full moon.

I don’t know how much power you have, and I don’t know how far the Reindeer God’s revival ritual has progressed.

Take my head, I hope you can break the ritual, save the Leslie family, and save yourself."

The content that followed was a large area of ​​chaotic scratches, making the writing completely indistinguishable.

"So this is the history of the Williams mansion,"

The Stonemason raised his head thoughtfully and asked his teammates, "How credible do you think it is?"

"Hard to say."

Forest Cat shook her head and said, "The abnormal organs we encountered before can directly trigger a hallucination.

In fact, relying solely on these hallucinations provided by the first four abnormal organs, and some clues hidden within the mansion itself,

we can roughly infer what happened in the mansion before.

The purpose of this text is probably to increase our understanding of the script world, improve the mission evaluation,

let us know who the enemy is, and prepare for the next battle."

She paused, narrowed her eyes, and said, "And what does she mean by saying to take her head?"

*Pa, pa.*

The three players turned their heads and saw Li Ang juggling the shrunken head back and forth, tossing it between his left and right hands, occasionally spinning the head on his fingertip, like he was playing basketball.

Li Ang noticed his teammates' gazes, held the head, and said with a smile, "This thing is also recognized by the system as equipment."

He announced the item information.

【Name: Lady Leslie Charging Head】

【Type: Weapon】

【Quality: Excellent】

【Effect: Psychic Shock. Press the metal part behind the neck to release a powerful psychic shock wave forward.】

【Consumption: All current electricity. Current electricity 300/1000】

【Cooldown: 10 minutes】

【Note: Losing your head is one of the cute points of magical girls】

【Note: This is really baffling】

【Note: Destroyed after one use】

An excellent quality equipment!

Everyone's eyes lit up, but they were a little disappointed after seeing the note that it would be destroyed upon use.

"Combining the formation at the generator set, we can assume that this Mrs. Leslie used her last will to set up a backup plan so that the descendants of her family could understand the truth of what happened."

Forest Cat frowned and said, "But this equipment is not in full condition, and it can only be used once. I guess it will have to be used up during the battle later."

Li Ang nodded, put the equipment away, and asked, "Did any of you bring a portable diesel or gasoline generator?"

Wu E Nian scratched his head, "Uh, who would bring such a thing on a script mission."

The Stonemason thought for a while, then closed his mouth and did not speak.

It is actually quite useful for players in the novice stage to carry a portable generator in their backpack, especially in the script worlds of the wilderness or the apocalypse.

However, after level 10, players have accumulated a certain amount of equipment and props, and the item slots become very tight, so they cannot put down some sundries without special effects.

"It's okay if you don't have a generator," Li Ang said, "I estimate that the Reindeer God’s revival ritual will probably take effect soon.

If we wait until it completes its revival, I'm afraid there will be changes. For example, the formation that shields the Senmin will fail.

Time is tight, let's continue to find the abnormal organs."

"Yes."

Forest Cat nodded. The group checked the room to make sure nothing was missed, and then walked out into the corridor.

"Wait."

After walking a distance, Wu E Nian suddenly stopped, frowned, twitched his nose, his expression changed slightly,

"Did you smell it? It seems like there's a smell of urine in the air?"