Chapter 1 The Monster Manual

"Damn it! I should have been more cautious."

In a classically decorated room.

Monk, wearing a white shirt with layers of wrinkles at the collar, grabbed his chestnut curly hair in distress. His originally elegant and obedient curly hair was rubbed into weeds by him, and his golden framed glasses were hanging by his ears.

Monk was not in the mood to tidy it up. He paced back and forth restlessly in the limited space.

In the quiet room, only the sound of his leather boots stepping on the floor could be heard.

He was very conflicted now, and this emotion mainly came from two aspects.

First, the owner of the manor promised him that he would pay 100 gold pounds after he wrote the family history for him.

It was known that the gold standard was still popular in this world. 1 gold paper coin could exchange for 1 pound of gold. With this money, he might live a comfortable life for the rest of his life.

The other was a series of strange things that had happened after he came here. He had been in the manor for three days. Except for moving some books about the history of the manor owner's family in the study room on the first day, he had not left this room since then.

It was not that Monk didn't want to leave, but that he was restricted by the owner of the manor.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"Mr. Monk, have you finished your work today?"

A servant knocked on the door and entered the room.

"Yes, I've written it down. Please give it to Sir. Hart for me. And ask him if he has found the heart of the black walnut tree I want. If I can't find it, I can't mix the ink. Then I can't write the following content."

"I'm sorry that the manor is too busy recently. Everyone is busy with the preparation at the end of the month, so they don't have time to find the materials you want for the time being. Can you use the ordinary ink?"

The servant asked Monk with a fake smile.

"Well... Because you didn't tell me that my freedom would be restricted before I came here, I only prepared three days of ink. This is a special ink. If I use other ink, my feathers pen will show different colors and words. If you can accept two different colors and words in the family history, it's not impossible."

"I have to inform Sir about this. Please wait a moment."

The smile on the servant's face suddenly changed. He grabbed the draft from Monk's hand and rushed out of the room.

Click!

Monk's eyes twitched when he saw the locked door. Then he sat down on the fluffy bed.

"It seems that the test has worked. There are some dirty secrets here."

Monk had planned to go to the surrounding area to admire the scenery and write at night after he arrived at the manor. Although the days were short, they had different feelings.

But after he came to the manor, he had been locked up in this room for three days. The servants of the manor had no contact with him except for sending him the meals every day.

This reminded him of the author who was locked in a small dark room in his previous life.

Every night, there would be shrill cries coming from the manor. When he asked the servants, they would only refuse to be beasts and threaten Monk not to go out of the house.

'Since they want me to write their family history, I won't let it go on. If there is a problem in one part of their meticulous plan, it will expose itself.

Moreover, to make my work irreplaceable, I specially raised this question when my work was about to be completed so that they could not rewrite the family history.

When Monk was trying to perfect his plan, the locked door opened from the outside again.

Crack!

This time, it was no longer the servant who came in every day, but the man who had deceived him into coming to this manor and disappeared. It was Hart.

"What's going on, Mr. Monk? We've made a deal. I'll pay you 100 gold pounds when it's done. Why can't you write it down at the end?"

At this moment, Hart stared at Monk unhappily, holding a scepter.

"Sir, our agreement didn't forbid me to go out. I planned to visit the natural scenery here in the daytime and replenish the raw materials for my ink. But when I arrived at the manor, you didn't allow me to go out."

Monk was not affected by Hart's gaze at all. He calmly said his excuse.

Hearing Monk's words, Hart walked around Monk against the clock with a scepter in his hand. After three circles, his expression softened, and he ordered the servant next to him.

"It's morning now. You go to the peach forest by the river with Mr. Monk and help him to choose the suitable materials.

You must protect him well and prevent him from being attacked by the wild animals around him.

As for Mr. Monk, please take care of yourself. But please come back to the manor before dusk, or I will have to mobilize the whole manor to look for you. Your family history is very important to me. The end of this month is the time for our family ceremony. Without it, we will have to wait for next year."

Then he left the room quickly.

"Please, sir."

The servant waved at Monk and then walked out of the room.

Monk couldn't believe that he had taken the first step so easily.

Following a servant, Monk easily left the manor where he had been imprisoned for 3 days and finally arrived at the gate.

"Cursed mark detected, activate the monster editor."

"Absorb the curse energy. The editor was activated successfully."

'Monster editor? Is this the golden finger I traveled through the world? Monk was pleasantly surprised to see the hint on his retina.

"Please start the first editing of monsters."

"Detecting that there is no editing material in the material library, and 3 materials will be randomly selected from the void."

Monk took a look at the servant who was leading the way with a knife. While following him, he carefully controlled the system with his mind.

"Material extracted successfully."

"Greed one-star common level."

"Broken remains of one-star common level."

"Whispering book is a rare two-star level."

Through the inquiry, Monk found that he could get rewards from the system quest or extract materials from corpses, and these materials were divided into grades and stars.

They were divided into four levels: ordinary, rare, epic, and legendary. And the star level was a total of five stars.

However, it didn't mean that the higher the level was, the stronger it would be. The higher the level was, the less rare they would be. The star level was only common effectiveness, without the weakest material or monster, and only the weakest users.

There weren't too many restrictions on synthesis. As long as you threw at least 2 pieces of material system, you would be able to compose a monster for 100% and make the monster listen to the order of the creator.

Of course, the more advanced the materials were, the better it would be. It depended on the quality of the materials. As for what kind of opinion it was, it would depend on the creator himself to sum it up.

After reading the introduction of the system, Monk opened the introduction of 3 materials.

"Greed one-star common level"

From the last breath of the greedy man

"Don't rob! Don't rob! These are all mine!" -- Unknown dead person.

"An ordinary skeleton, one-star"

A skeleton of extraordinary was far less tough than a normal skeleton due to its long history

"Stewed bones into soup" -- Intersection demon.

"Whispering book rare two-star"

A pieced book recording the truth and the whispers

"The big explosion came all of a sudden. It destroyed the eternal silence and woke it up. The universe began to wake up, relaxing its curled body in the boundless void..." -- A certain page

There was very little information in the introduction of the items. There was only a simple summary and inexplicable words, which might have something to do with the background of the materials. But Monk had no time to explore it now. What he needed to do was to make these three things into a monster and help him kill the monitor in front of him.

After all, the man who lied to him had cursed him. Since he was heartless, I would be heartless.

"The fusion is successful. 'Treasury skeleton' has been added to the Monster Manual."