Chapter 26

The Guardian, though unaware of the stories that unfolded behind the scenes, knew about the special approval notice that the church headquarters had issued overnight. In an era when the Holy Spirit had long departed from the world, Ymir could be said to be the messenger of God on earth.

Originally, Father Terence had planned to explain everything to Ymir a few days ago.

Little did he know, the unfortunate Ymir, who had yet to see the light at the end of the tunnel, was preemptively murdered by Quentyn's men in the outskirts of New York, allowing Wu Di to benefit from the situation.

It was only after waiting for Ymir, who had been missing for several days, to finally return to Columbia University that the Guardian could imagine what would happen if Ymir were to suffer even the slightest injustice in the St. John's Knights Library. The unfortunate one would not just be Quentyn; perhaps even his own long-anticipated formal membership would be jeopardized.

In fact, not only the visible gatekeeper but also the other hidden Guardians were furious.

If the reckless Quentyn were to harm Ymir, they would all be held accountable. When the anger of the Holy Knights erupted, they would not bother to determine who was responsible.

Quentyn was indeed the heir of the Rand family, but who among the Guardians of the St. John's Knights Library and the St. John's Knights' aspirants had a background inferior to Quentyn's?

In terms of status, Quentyn was merely a new book servant in the library, an aspirant among aspirants.

The Guardians, on the other hand, were aspirant knights who had already undergone several tests by the Knights, lacking only in certain areas to become formal members.

The Guardian's peripheral vision fell on the *Requiem for the Wraith* placed beside Ymir's hand. He was momentarily stunned but quickly understood its significance. The *Requiem for the Wraith* was not an ordinary book; it was a holy book, a magical tome that only those with true abilities could read.

The excessive surprise awakened the Guardian's rationality, and he remembered his duty. He quickly concealed his evident shock, grabbed Quentyn by the neck, and bowed to Ymir, saying, "Mr. Ymir, rest assured, as you wish, you will no longer see this person in the St. John's Knights Library. I will fulfill your request!"

"Hmm, it's nothing," Ymir's eyebrows raised, and he waved the Guardian away, sitting back in his chair.

This time, although he had opened the *Requiem for the Wraith*, his gaze was unfocused.

A sly smile appeared at the corner of Ymir's mouth as he mused, "Interesting, Longinus. I never thought this body was truly a descendant of Longinus."

If someone else had been reincarnated, they might have lacked knowledge about the obscure religious figure Longinus. However, in his previous life, Ymir had even squeezed out time from his girlfriend's dates to visit the Lance of Longinus.

Before going to the museum, he had gathered information about the Lance of Longinus online. Similarly, even though no one had mentioned it to him, Ymir had already associated it with the divine blood that splashed into Longinus's eyes before Jesus's death.

Now everything was clear. Why he, as a vengeful spirit, could still maintain his sanity and not be erased by his resentment.

Why, after becoming a powerful ghost, he could still retain a living, vibrant body.

Why, as a negative energy aggregate, he could calmly enter the St. John's Knights Library and even touch the *Requiem for the Wraith*.

Ymir casually flipped through the *Requiem for the Wraith*, and the doubts that had long plagued his heart were finally resolved. One reason he was eager to leave his sister Kathleen and investigate the true culprit behind his body's murder was important.

But more importantly, after the unconscious leakage of yin energy that night, Ymir had been worried about losing control of the resentment within him, leading to an uncontrollable yin energy outbreak that could harm Kathleen.

Although Ymir now had a hypothesis, verifying it would require a series of scientifically rigorous experiments. Only when the research data was available could he prove that his intuition was correct.

However, conducting such a supernatural and paranormal investigation would require a significant amount of money and many advanced high-tech devices, which were not easily obtainable even with money. Thinking about this, Ymir felt a headache coming on.

He now understood why people in his previous life often said, "Money can make the devil grind the mill."

It turned out that even as a ghost, without money, one was equally helpless in this world.

Ymir buried his face in the *Requiem for the Wraith*, grateful that his body retained the blood of a god. Otherwise, as a vengeful spirit, touching a holy book would be like a normal person washing their face with concentrated sulfuric acid, specially formulated to be extra potent!

"Beep, beep..."

Just as Ymir was agonizing over how to legally and reasonably obtain a large sum of money, his old mobile phone in his pocket buzzed with a text message. He lay on the desk, frowning, and fumbled to take out his phone and light up the screen.

It was a message from Mizni, Ymir's closest friend at Columbia University. He opened it, and a message popped up: "I heard you've returned to school?"

Ymir replied, "Yes, is there something you need?"

After a moment, Mizni responded, "Oh my God, how could you forget? The Tomes Foundation is planning to donate a large sum of money to universities in New York. Both our Divinity School and NYU's Gene Science Institute are on the shortlist. Don't you want to gather some intelligence?"

Feeling increasingly destitute, Ymir had lost interest in everything, but this reminded him: "Is it the Tomes Foundation funded by the Brandt Group?"

Ymir believed that if their Divinity School could secure this donation, his life would be much easier. At Columbia University, the teacher-to-student ratio was 7:1, and the Divinity School had only Father Terence as a professor.

This meant that if the donation were to come through, Father Terence would allocate the funds. If he could persuade Father Terence to purchase some equipment, it might be a good idea.

However, the problem was that Ymir had just had the gatekeeper expel Quentyn, the heir of the Brandt Group, from the St. John's Knights Library. If Quentyn held a grudge, wouldn't they already be at a disadvantage in the competition for the donation?