Chapter 757: The 7 Gods (1)

Hu Qi said little. He paid, took the key, and headed upstairs.

The room at the end of the hallway was small and dim.

After finding his room, he locked the door behind him and placed the cloth bundle on the table.

He then took out the two books he had gotten from Ophelia, which had cost him ten Dragon Crowns.

One book was on the Ancient Burrim Language, and the other contained information about Professionals.

He opened the one about the Ancient Burrim Language.

The Ancient Burrim Language inside was less like words and more like some kind of rune.

The book was essentially a dictionary for the Ancient Burrim Language.

Every sentence within was annotated in the common tongue.

The Ancient Burrim Language was much more complex than the common tongue.

In terms of vocabulary alone, it had tens of thousands of words.

In addition, the same phrase could have entirely different meanings depending on the combination of tones used.

And in the Ancient Burrim Language, there were more than twenty different tones.

In this world, Mystical Knowledge came from the gods or other higher beings.

Therefore, the Ancient Burrim Language was exacting.

Even the slightest error would result in a different, or even completely opposite, meaning.

Worse, it could attract the attention of powerful entities and invite disaster.

Such incidents were not uncommon among Professionals.

Therefore, the process of learning the Ancient Burrim Language had to be rigorous.

For an ordinary person, it would take at least two to three years of study just to achieve a preliminary grasp.

Some nobles were even systematically taught and trained in it from childhood.

However, for Hu Qi, it was as simple as 1+1=2, posing no difficulty at all.

After flipping through it once, Hu Qi had already committed it to memory and was able to put his new knowledge to use.

However, he wasn’t satisfied with just that.

At this thought, he summoned his panel.

His gaze fell upon a particular line.

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[Ancient Burrim Language (Entry-Level) △]

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[Modification Points: 141,001 (9%)]

‘Crimson! Modify Ancient Burrim Language to Perfection!’

As the thought settled, a vast, ethereal ocean of knowledge about the Ancient Burrim Language surged into Hu Qi’s mind like a bursting dam.

The characters in the book before him, the secret symbols never recorded in any scripture, the ancient grammar buried by time—all of it transformed into brilliant characters that flowed through the depths of his consciousness.

The moment this information appeared, it was rapidly analyzed, reconstructed, and assimilated in an instant.

Suddenly, a Mutation occurred.

The newly formed characters in his sea of consciousness began to twist and warp, coalescing in the center into a writhing, pitch-black shadow.

Accompanied by a grating drone, the entire room began to twist bizarrely.

The walls collapsed like melting wax figures, and the floor rippled into a vortex.

At the same time, streams of malicious gazes shot out from the shadow, directed at him.

What was even more terrifying was that a strange power of Erosion began to spread toward him.

Wherever that power passed, even his thoughts started to become viscous and dim.

‘Not good!’

Hu Qi’s pupils contracted sharply.

At the critical moment, his Divine Soul abruptly transformed into a giant serpent with formidable scales. It raised its head and let out a soul-shaking hiss.

Where the sound wave passed, the Illusion shattered like a mirror.

When he snapped his eyes open, cold sweat had already soaked his back.

The morning light still shone quietly into the inn room.

Everything around him was perfectly normal.

It was as if the heart-pounding Mutation had never happened, and was merely his own hallucination.