Secret World of Occultists-Chapter 54: Supernatural Means

Before things could escalate any further, Abel pointed his cane behind the old men and screamed in panic. "Good heavens! Look, gentlemen, a robbery! Oh, no! Somebody help that poor woman!" fгeewebnovёl.com

"What?!"

"A robbery?"

"A woman?"

"Where?!"

The old men quickly turned around. Yet, all they saw was a bunch of little children playing around on the footpath and people in tophats and bonnets going about their day.

There was no robbery whatsoever!

When they turned back around, Abel was long gone.

The youth ran through the cobblestone streets for several minutes, taking quite a few turns at crossroads, getting as far away as possible from the building he had just come out of.

Finally, he stopped and rested against the wall of a building, catching his breath.

"Fuck, that was close," he muttered under his breath.

He looked around, trying to ascertain just where he was. One thing he was certain of was that this was definitely not Highfield Street!

And that’s when he saw the name of the street affixed to the building just across from him.

"Mill Street!" He blurted out in shock.

It was located near the docks and shipyard, and was almost a forty-minute walking distance from his flat at 17 Highfield Street!

Abel’s mouth was wide agape as he thought to himself incredulously, No way!

Then... that means the mirror world can allow me to travel to any place that technically has a mirror?!

So then... that dark tunnel... Could that be a network that connects all the mirrors in the vicinity?!

Thinking about the countless possibilities that his Hallmark had opened up for him, Abel found himself overwhelmed by emotions.

Gradually, his expression turned grave when he thought about that enormous black tunnel and the countless eyes.

But that place is dangerous... very dangerous!

I’m never going to enter that place again. Not anytime soon! Not until I’ve advanced another grade!

Who knows? If I got lost in that place again how long it would take me to return to the real world... or if I could even return to the real world!

He nervously gulped, thinking about just how reckless he’d been earlier. His curiosity had gotten the better of him, and it almost cost him his life. Again.

"Fuckin’ hell," he cursed under his breath. "That was so stupid of me! What would have happened if I hadn’t found that second door?"

He paused for a moment, his next words coming out almost subconsciously, "I truly got..."

Then, he froze.

He slowly lowered his head, his gaze drawn to his trousers pocket where he could see the faint outline of an item.

Abel’s heart churned with tumultuous waves as he retrieved the item from his pocket with a trembling hand.

It was a coin.

And the four-leaf clover was facing up.

"...lucky."

He remained frozen in his spot for a very long time. His mind was a chaos as he tried to trace back what had happened to him after he had entered the mirror world.

Abel had entered the dark tunnel and then lost direction. Then, he came across countless eyes that were separated from the walls of the tunnel by a layer of shadowy curtains.

Just when he was curiously gazing at the infinite pairs of eyes, he just so happened to find a door that led him out of the tunnel and then allowed him to get back into the real world.

Could it be... Could it really be?! He thought in disbelief.

He took a deep breath and kept the cursed coin back in his pocket. With his back against the bricked wall, he gazed at the sky in a daze.

His surroundings gradually phased out of his perception and all that remained was himself and the cursed coin.

"The debt is paid," he murmured.

These were the words that had echoed inside his head the night of his transmigration. It happened after the coin strangely started to heat up and he touched it.

"The debt is paid," he repeated the words in a daze, trying to make sense of it.

What is this debt? He wondered.

How was it paid? Who paid for it?

The skull and the four-leaf clover.

Misfortune and fortune.

Two sides of the same coin.

Why did the previous Abel hear different words?

For him, the debt was owed. For me, it was paid.

A terrifying possibility emerged in his mind, causing him to subconsciously shudder. He didn’t want to believe it, but everything that had happened pointed to only one conclusion.

He gritted his teeth and his eyes turned bloodshot. "No!"

Everything around him gradually returned to normal. The pedestrians walked on the footpath, going about their day, the carts and carriages moving through the cobblestone streets, and the sound of little children playing entered his ears.

Everything had returned to normal. Yet, for Abel, everything had changed.

No! He shook his head, thinking to himself, I can’t come to conclusions without properly investigating the origins of this damned coin.

In that moment, he firmly decided to diligently study ritual arts from Madam Whitmore so that it would allow him to invesitgate the origins of the coin.

Normal methods of investigation would not work on something anomalous in nature.

He had to employ supernatural means!

Abel took deep breaths, trying to calm down his chaotic state of mind. He feared that if he continued down his train of thought then he might actually go crazy.

The cursed coin was too much for him to deal with at the moment.

What he needed was strength and knowledge of the occult if he wished to venture down this path filled with madness—filled with the anomalous!

After calming down a little, he decided to return home. He had gone through a lot just now and wanted nothing more than to sleep on his bed.

"Young man, could you spare some change?"

Suddenly, a vagabond arrived before him. He was an old man with a hunched back and wore tattered clothes.

His appearance was haggard, to say the least, and it looked like he hadn’t eaten in a long time.

Abel couldn’t help but feel pity for the man. "One moment," he said as he reached for his pockets, trying to find some change.

But then he realized that he wasn’t carrying any money with him at all. All he had was a lantern and his cane.

After all, he didn’t think he would require any money since he was venturing into the mirror world.

He displayed an apologetic expression, "Sorry, I don’t—"

But his words got caught in his mouth when his fingers brushed against the cold surface of the cursed coin.

His blue eyes flashed with a strange light as a bizarre idea formed in his mind. He wanted to test something out.

"I don’t have any money, but I have this," he said, showing the darkened silver coin to the homeless man.

"... It is said to bring fortune," he added after an uncomfortable and brief pause.

The old man’s gaze shifted between Abel and the coin, his eyes flashing with suspicion. But in the end, he grabbed the coin and walked away.

Abel did not say anything. He silently watched the man leave.

Meanwhile, the homeless man walked on the side of the footpath, intently observing the coin in his hand.

"Hmph! You take me for an idiot?" He snorted in ridicule. "This looks like some antique coin. Sure, it’ll bring me fortune... after I pawn it off."

The man was so preoccupied with the coin that he had forgotten to check both sides of the street before he crossed it.

"Watch out!" A carriage driver sharply called out to the homeless man.

The horses were about to run over him, but at the last moment, the driver managed to rein in the steeds and stop the carriage, only inches away from crashing into the old man.

The homeless man’s knees buckled and he fell on the street. His life seemingly flashed before his eyes as he took large mouthfuls of air.

That was close, he thought in shock as a chill crawled down his spine.

"You blind idiot!" The carriage driver snapped at him. "Do you have a fuckin’ death wish? Watch where you’re going!"

The homeless man shot to his feet and roared at the driver. "Can’t you control your damned horses?!"

As the two got into a heated argument in the middle of the street, the homeless man remained unaware that the darkened silver coin had slipped from his grasp when he fell.

The coin rolled down the cobblestone street, finally coming to a stop against Abel’s foot.

The blue-eyed youth had watched everything unfold. He gazed at the coin at his feet, his expression conflicted. After a moment, he bent down and picked it up.

Putting the coin back inside his pocket, he turned around and silently made his way home.

No matter how many times he cast the coin away, it always found its way back to him.

Fate... truly worked in mysterious ways.