St. George's is a church-affiliated school known for its affordable tuition and specialized student loans, but it does not offer job placement after graduation, leaving students to forge their own path.

Sulu, drawing on the experience from his previous life, had already set his sights on the next step. Armed with the knowledge he had meticulously organized, he successfully captured the attention of a particular laboratory.

At that moment, he casually munched on a sandwich while opening an envelope.

To his surprise, there were two letters inside. One was thick, and the address on it was from Sulu's hometown.

He paused for a moment, first opening the thinner one. Upon seeing the opening line, “Dear Mr. Porter, we are pleased to inform you…,” a smile naturally spread across his face. He knew this opportunity was secured.

“Wow, an invitation from the Green Tree Fortress Laboratory? Congratulations!”

Sean, who had been sitting nearby, glanced over and immediately exclaimed.

“Thank you!” Sulu responded, his smile radiant, with no hint of embarrassment for his good fortune.

In the White Eagle Federation, for intellectuals seeking to ascend into high society, a few professions are considered stepping stones—doctors, lawyers, scientists…

As for government employees? Aside from a few select positions, like judges, regular civil servants often have a reputation lower than that of church staff.

Green Tree Fortress had a well-established reputation in the Federation, and securing a research assistant position there was a significant leap toward entering high society. With a weekly salary of at least two golden dragons, and based on his years of meticulous planning, Sulu believed he could gradually reveal his past-life achievements, draw attention, and increase his worth. Becoming a CEO, marrying a wealthy and beautiful woman, and reaching the pinnacle of success were now within his grasp. The thought alone made him feel a little giddy.

Meanwhile, Sean continued to chatter endlessly like an old woman, “If Beatrice knew you’d landed an offer from the research institute, she’d probably regret it…”

“Can we not bring that up?” Sulu’s expression darkened.

As a young, energetic man during his university days, he had, of course, set his sights on several potential targets, with Beatrice being one of them.

However… sigh! Why did the thought of it make him cringe?

With a poker face, Sulu waved Sean off and lazily opened the second parchment envelope, preparing to read the letter from his hometown.

No matter what, he couldn’t avoid his family’s attention. Sooner or later, he would have to face them.

With a mindset of someone who didn’t fear trouble, Sulu checked the envelope. It was thick parchment, the black ink flowing in an artistic script. The back bore a uniquely designed wax seal, adorned with intricate patterns—almost like a piece of antique art.

He slowly peeled open the envelope and let its contents spill out: a folded page of book paper, clearly torn from some book, and, alongside it, a letter:

To my dear brother,

The long night will eventually fade, and no matter how you try to escape, you cannot escape the fate of our family... Yes, I am both honored and obliged to inform you that the Twilight of the Gods has passed, and a new era of the extraordinary is about to unfold. The family needs your strength! The claws of darkness are closing in on the world—be cautious!

Inside, you will find a page from a spellbook, a small trophy of mine. I trust you will keep it safe for me for now, and perhaps help decipher it. You know my skills in ancient languages are far from perfect.

Lastly, I will be visiting Nia City soon. There are many things I wish to discuss with you face to face.

Your loyal brother,
Rodportli

"???"

Sulu looked up, utterly bewildered. "What is this? Extraordinary? Twilight of the Gods? Isn't this supposed to be a science-based world?"

No, how could fate be playing such a cruel joke on me when I’ve already accepted my fate?

"Well, if this is all true, at least I won’t have to change my last name to Potter..."

As he grumbled, Sulu felt a powerful urge to bang his head against the wall.

When he first arrived in this world, he had, indeed, entertained the thought of ending it all.

After all, it was an entirely new and backward world, and he felt completely out of place.

He yearned deeply for his old world—the one that was more convenient, safer, and filled with entertainment. How many nights had he spent tossing and turning, tears soaking his pillow?

Maybe... maybe it’s all just a dream, and if I die, I’ll just wake up in my old life!

This thought wrestled in his mind, but on the one hand, Sulu feared pain, on the other, he feared death. Above all, he feared that this world was real, and that if he died, he wouldn’t be able to return, making his desperate attempts completely foolish. In the end, he chose to treat this world as a curious new experience and live it as a second chance—without seeking death.

After all, what’s that saying? "A mortal must eventually die." Others fear death, but as for me—well, I can't help but feel a small flicker of hope that death might just be my ticket to another journey.

But now… a letter from my hometown shatters everything!

I had already made plans—going the scientific route, using the knowledge and experience from my past life to become a theoretical scientist, maybe run a small business, and live a peaceful, wealthy life. But now, you’re telling me this is the revival of Western spiritual energy?

Are you kidding me?

How could this be happening?!

With a mix of fury and disbelief, Sulu grabbed the letter, ready to tear it up.

"Wait... maybe this is just a poorly executed joke!"

Although he had read many novels in his past life, the mindset of a traveler was deeply ingrained in him—breaking out of it wasn’t easy.

Sulu muttered to himself, then reluctantly unfolded the page that had come with the letter.

The page was made of thick parchment, folded in several layers. When fully opened, it was as large as half a desk, clearly torn from a large book.

Spread out completely, it was covered with dense, intricate writing, along with a pentagram array, its empty spaces filled with numerous annotations.

"Not Federation script… but... Ancient Hebrew?!"

Sulu murmured, astonished.

Hebrew was the common language of the Federation, derived from the once-colonial, sun-rising empire of Kriss. Ancient Hebrew, however, was a language from thousands of years ago, having undergone many transformations and nearly vanished. Today, only a few ancient history enthusiasts bothered with it.

But he could understand it! It was part of his childhood education!

Sulu took a deep breath, then suddenly clutched his forehead, feeling a sharp pain as a flood of memories surged through him:

...

An ancient classroom, a worn-out blackboard, and a stern-faced middle-aged man: "Remember, Ancient Hebrew is the universal language of the extraordinary world. It carries mystical properties and incredible power. It’s essential for many rituals..."

The scene shifted, and he found himself at a fire site.

"I will never forgive you... never!"

A boy, similar to Sulu, with tears streaming down his face, shouted as he ran off without looking back.

...

"Ugh!"

Sulu massaged his temples, struggling to process the memories flooding in: "It seems… this Sulu Portli came from a family of extraordinary beings? But due to some incident, he fell out with his family and ran away to college? And because he despised the mystical, he dove headfirst into the sciences?"

He gently touched the magical page in front of him. "What kind of world is this…?"

Sulu felt that his understanding of this world was still in its infancy, and it was as though he had just opened a door to a whole new realm.

"Dark… Witchcraft… creating… dead girls—no, corpse brides!"

He strained his mind to make sense of the magical page, suddenly shocked by a phrase: "Dark witchcraft? Corpse bride creation? This all seems so sinister…"

Just then, a sudden flash of light appeared before him, and a shimmering screen popped up.