Chapter 83

Under the bright moon and sparse stars, ever since accompanying Spider-Man to Dr. Connors, Imir no longer had any worries to trouble him. He was happy to live a good life with his sister Kathleen at home.

Listening to the occasional piercing screams from the alley outside the window, Imir knew that some of the workers in Hell's Kitchen who operated in the shadows had started to hunt for prey again.

He wondered which unfortunate soul had been knocked out and dragged into the dark alley, stripped of all their valuables.

The workers in Hell's Kitchen would not disdain any valuable items. Besides cash and watches, if necessary, they could even strip you of your organs for their collection.

Thinking of this, Imir smiled helplessly at the corner of his mouth. Once the family's finances improved, he should move away from here with Kathleen as soon as possible.

This place was like a corner forgotten by God, where all kinds of violent crimes took place every night.

He shook his head, picked up a piece of chocolate from the bedside table, slowly peeled off the wrapper, and put it in his mouth. Sweets helped him calm his resentment. Finally, he had some time alone and was about to start his daily practice.

Fighting Dr. Lizard with Spider-Man taught Imir many things. One was that unless it was extreme negative emotions directed at himself, they could only be temporarily utilized and would not help his dark power grow.

The second was that the negative emotions he absorbed did not immediately become his own dark power. To transform these hatred and fears into controllable power, Imir needed to undergo deeper refinement.

Imir couldn't find out how other ghosts refined their dark power, but after several days of searching in the Saint Knight Library, he finally found something useful.

"Am I also a half-mage now?" Imir muttered, climbed into bed, crossed his legs, and sat in a comfortable position. Then he closed his eyes and tried to clear his mind.

This was not the cultivation method from his previous life, but the meditation of a mage. Imir unexpectedly discovered that the supernatural and magic had points of intersection.

However, due to the different nature of the power, Imir's meditation was different from that of other mages.

During his meditation, his body seemed to slowly fall into a state of decay, gradually losing vitality. If observed from the outside, one could see his body turning into nothingness, becoming transparent, and automatically transforming into a ghostly form.

During this time, Imir could cut off all tactile sensations from his body, and even the hidden resentment in his heart could not affect his thoughts. As his body gradually died, his spirit remained exceptionally clear.

He could delve deeper into his body's abilities and understand them. The nature of dark power became very clear during the process of his body dying, as if it were a book spread out before Imir, requiring only his eyes to read and follow the instructions, and the power would naturally grow.

In the dead body, Imir felt he could approach the essence of the world, deducing the rules of this Marvel universe from his dark power. He felt like a deity, omniscient and omnipotent.

Whenever Imir entered deep meditation, he naturally knew how to absorb these negative emotions and refine them into his own power.

Dark power was his tentacles. During Imir's meditation, it slowly spread out from his body.

Each time it expanded to its limit, it would undergo a sudden contraction. During this process, all the negative emotions within the range of the dark power would become the foundation for Imir to become stronger.

However, this spread was under Imir's control, unlike the first time when it was out of control.

The residents of the apartment building where Imir and his sister lived were fortunate. Apart from being thoroughly frightened by the first uncontrollable manifestation of the inner world, they no longer felt fear in the following days.

No matter what happened outside or at work, no matter how much resentment, fear, disappointment, or sorrow they felt, it would all disappear by nightfall. These negative emotions were the "food" Imir liked, and he could extract dark power from them to strengthen himself.

Moreover, as the dark power he could control grew stronger, the range of negative emotions he could absorb also expanded. Everyone within this range was like a believer of Imir, consciously or unconsciously offering him their strength.

If there were really gods in this world who gained power from human faith, Imir felt that he was not fundamentally different from them. He didn't even need to preach; anyone who harbored negative emotions was like his believer, his flock.

Tomorrow was Sunday, and in Western countries, few people worked overtime on Sundays. Columbia University certainly wouldn't schedule remedial classes on Sundays. Come on, this isn't China, and besides, students at such an Ivy League university would voluntarily study anywhere without needing the school to enforce it.

So, the meditation time Imir arranged for himself this time was unprecedentedly long. He wanted to try to touch deeper levels of power, and Imir believed that uninterrupted, long-term meditation would bring him unexpected gains.

The spiritual world during meditation was a silent darkness, both containing everything in the world and nothing at all. The rules of the world would cast their influence in this darkness, and Imir's consciousness was like a child looking up at the stars, striving to identify these principles.

"Swish, swish," he didn't know how long he had been meditating when a white light suddenly rose before Imir's eyes. From the white light column, a clear and bright chant sounded, which anyone could understand as the voice of an angel, the hymn of the Holy Spirit!

A feeling like a spring breeze permeated every corner of Imir's consciousness, evoking an unparalleled reverence for the one being praised in the hymn... Unresistable, unresistable, like a lost lamb standing before God...

The clear and bright chant, the melody was gentle, as if someone was softly singing.

Imir raised his head, his eyes suddenly opened, and two ghostly green flames ignited, blocking the intrusion of the hymn. However, that faint feeling lingered in his heart.

"Who is calling me?" Imir was certain that this was not a hallucination during his meditation. Someone was using their power to interfere with his meditation, summoning him.