Chapter 4: Ritual and Strength
The heavy rain continued to fall through the night nonstop, and Shen Yi's heart fluttered with it. The cafe was dark. He did not turn on the lights and sat by the window in the darkness, staring outside at the night sky, not showing any signs of sleeping.
His mood was very chaotic; he wanted to make another cup of hand-brewed coffee, but in the end, he made a cup of instant black coffee. The bitter taste spread through the tongue and into the mind as if flowing into the limbs. Shen Yi was not accustomed to drinking instant coffee.
He has already determined the summoning words that appear in his mind from time to time really have a mysterious effect. People who desire something would summon him by mistake. And in the future, he is sure more people will "dial the wrong number."
Throughout the months, he had heard the summoning many times; he was prepared, but the experience just now was nonetheless startling.
Whether being in the presence of a cult or facing the sacrificial little girl, all these experiences gave him a sense of unreality.
He did not feel he was always safe and sound, and the biggest reason he did not encounter danger this time was pure luck. He had not seen any cultists at all but rather a frightened little girl who was supposed to be a sacrifice.
If he had been confronted by a vicious and sensible cultist, he would have been exposed with some probing.
He obviously was not a god.
Even if it was not exposed this time, what about next time? What about after five, six, seven, eight, or nine times?