Secret: I can play two paths

Chapter 338: Stranger

The abilities of [Sublimation], [Props], and [Transformation] can be said to be of the same origin, and are all a form of utilization of external "objects".

The difference is that [Sublimation] has been greatly improved and is more versatile.

Compared to [Transformation]:
It is not limited to items with extraordinary properties. Even items that can be easily found on a daily basis can become "extraordinary" items worth using in the hands of an "Apostle".

It seems that "I'm thinking" omitted the process of engraving mysterious symbols and directly gave it some special effects, thus transforming it into the "God of War in the Furniture City", using all potential items as auxiliary items that can be used in hand.

To some extent, isn’t this also a manifestation of “idealism” and “potential” in the effect of “objects”?

Is this also the source of the extraordinary abilities that “Between Reality and Illusion” has been able to give Star for so long?
Compared with [Props]:
Its effect is far more than the previous "props", which seem a bit weak.

For example, in terms of the enhancement of magical items, the following effects can be achieved:
[Reduced negative effects]

[Enhanced special effects]

[User gains additional benefits]

……

This may not necessarily take effect at the same time, but it will definitely allow the magical item to receive the "blessing" of any of the above.

At the same time, the duration is comparable to those extraordinary items made by "craftsmen" using "extraordinary materials".

In this regard, Star can only guess:

Maybe it’s because of “reincarnation”?
Then many people and things accumulated a lot of untapped "potential" in this process.

To put it another way:
Are both "enlightenment" and "sublimation" a form of "liberation"?
Or maybe, "reincarnation" itself has its opposite, which is the "nirvana" side.

Therefore, as a preparation for the subsequent sequences, the so-called "awakening of the spirit" and "sublimation" are its miniature aspects, and they also contain the "infinite" authority revealed by the names such as "Nirvana" and "idealism".

Therefore, Star could roughly foresee that these external items would be increased to this extent.

It was this familiar way that gave Star an inexplicable sense of déjà vu:

"Why does it feel like the 'enchantment' in the game?"

"Am I really traveling 'secretly' to play a 'game'?"

"This……"

In an instant, Star recalled the name of the "Tampering" pathway sequence 7:
"Player".

"Player" of "Destiny".

He didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Finally, Star stopped complaining and started thinking:
"In this way, we can supply these 'enchanted' items to those secret organizations in need."

“I always feel like I’m drifting further and further towards the style of a ‘game merchant’.”

This statement is not accurate...

Star suddenly remembered this "passive role":
"apostle".

It seems that tracing the origin of this word, we have to talk about the belief that "Bai Zao" believes in, which was buried in the old times.

It generally refers to the 12 disciples who were originally chosen and given the mission of preaching by the One who bore the sins of all living beings on the cross.

This word means "one who is sent."

"Send", "Mission"...

Star muttered these two words in his heart:
It seems that this time's "passive role-playing" has not changed much compared to the state brought about by the previous promotion?

Could it be that he just had this tendency?
With a smile, Star sorted out the promotion this time, and then looked at the black spots on the back of his hand that he had hidden:

It seems that Xiao Ke also got promoted this time?

……

The dusk in Backlund is always replaced by gloomy clouds and drizzling rain. Klein, who is physically and mentally exhausted, holds his half-high silk hat with his hand, lowers his body slightly, walks quickly through the wet streets, and returns to No. 15 Minsk Street under the light of the gas street lamps.

After a short rest, taking advantage of the dim environment, he walked four steps backwards and entered the gray fog.

Ever since he faced the demigod head-on in the great haze and used the transformation device given by Star (which was later transformed into a glove) to slow down the pace of the "Witch of Despair", Klein also completely digested the magic potion of the "Magician".

Although it is not known whether it was due to the heavy smog, the feedback from the “audience” was greatly improved due to this disaster.

This also happens to be in line with the rules of acting that Klein had previously summarized:
A magician's performance needs to be applauded by the audience.

So Klein digested the magician's potion, and after using the extraordinary materials he had obtained from Star, he prepared the faceless man's potion and drank it.

The experience of being promoted to "Faceless" is quite novel:

Klein feels like he can become anyone and do it well.

I don't know why, but for some beings, such as Bernadette and Star whom I had met before, the effect didn't seem to be very good after trying to become their appearance.

Perhaps transforming into their appearance is beyond the scope of the Faceless Man's extraordinary ability?

But it is most important to take care of your own affairs first.

For example, the mysterious space above the gray fog.

After being promoted to Sequence 6 "Faceless Man", Klein had always wanted to check if there were any changes in that mysterious space. However, he was too tired last night and was unable to wake up in the middle of the night. He was "busy" outside during the day, so he could only wait until now.

In addition, Klein also needs to eliminate interference and divine something.

That is, after this promotion, when his spirituality was not yet stable, he no longer heard the illusory mumbling of "Honakis...Fregela...Honakis...Fregela"!

He wanted to figure out whether this was a natural change after being promoted to Sequence 6, or if there were other reasons.

Inside the majestic palace, a mottled bronze long table and twenty-two high-backed chairs with different symbols on the backs stand quietly, as if they have never changed.

The same was true of the gray fog beneath them and the endless emptiness around them.

But as soon as Klein entered here, his spiritual intuition keenly discovered that the mysterious space was slightly different from before.

He was not in a hurry to explore and try. He calmed down, sat at the top, took out a pen and paper, and wrote down a divination sentence:
"That's why I didn't hear any whispers after I was promoted."

Holding the paper in his hand and muttering something, Klein leaned back in his chair and quickly entered a dream with the help of meditation.

In the gray sky and land, pictures flickered one after another, and finally froze on a scene. It was Klein when his face and body were still covered with light-colored granulations. He was surrounded by a layer of illusory, thin, gray-white mist that others could not detect.

The dream was shattered. Klein opened his eyes and roughly understood the reason:

"The gray fog intertwined with reality, helping me block out the whispers that came from somewhere unknown...

"After being promoted to Sequence 6, my connection with this mysterious space above the gray fog has become closer, which has brought about certain changes, and I can naturally borrow a little power?
“At present, it should be like this.

“I don’t know if this will bring about any unknown changes. Should I ask Star about this?
"Well, try to explore the surroundings and see if there are any specific changes."

Klein slowly stood up and followed his inspiration, heading in a certain direction outside the ancient palace. Under his feet was the gray fog that spread out like the sea.

He walked for an unknown amount of time, and when he wanted to stop and give up exploring, he suddenly saw a flash of light at the end of the road ahead.

Klein was delighted and quickened his pace, moving closer.

Seven or eight seconds later, he saw a staircase leading to heaven!

The stairs were made of pure light, sacred, transparent, and clear, and could shock everyone's heart.

The stairs extended into the void above. There were only four levels, and each level was quite high, as if prepared for creatures larger than giants.

Klein looked up in the direction it was pointing and saw a layer of grayish-white mist that condensed in mid-air, as if holding something up. The Stairs of Light were still a certain distance away from there.

Four steps, does that mean I have finished drinking Sequence 9, Sequence 8, Sequence 7, and Sequence 6 potions? What is above that layer of mist? Klein walked forward cautiously, came to the Stairs of Light, and stepped onto the steps.

There was nothing strange about the steps, they were solid as if they were made of stone.

Klein climbed up the stairs to the fourth floor, then tried to look above the gray-white fog. Unfortunately, his sight could not penetrate it at all.

He thought about it, took two steps forward, and jumped up with all his might.

However, as soon as he left the Stairs of Light, he lost his upward momentum and his spiritual flying instinct, and fell straight down, stepping on the gray fog that was the bottom layer.

It looks like I need to upgrade two or three more sequences. If Sequence 4 is indeed a qualitative change, then after I become half god and half human, it should be enough... Klein looked up and made some judgment.

For some reason, at this moment, Klein suddenly had the idea of ​​asking Star about the ladder of light above.

However, he subconsciously denied this idea of ​​his and shook his head:
"How could Star possibly know what this is?"

"This is a new change that has only occurred recently. He shouldn't know about it, right?"

This doubt lingered in Klein's mind, unable to be shaken off:
But the gray fog space is the biggest secret about Klein after all. Wouldn’t it be great if new changes could appear now that even Senior Stah doesn’t know about?

Before this, Star pointed out the "vest" on Klein, which could explain the special features of Star and see through his nature of "pretending to be rich".

But the past is the past, and the present is the present.

Klein felt that new changes had occurred in the gray fog space that Star had never mentioned before. Perhaps this meant:

Star only knows what the gray fog space is and has a certain sense of it, but he actually doesn't know some of the contents inside it?
So, should I tell him and ask him?
And if he told it, and he didn't know the inside story, wouldn't it mean that he was actually exposing some of his greatest secrets that were the basis of his survival?
There should be some boundaries...

Klein pondered.

After exploring around and confirming that there were no other discoveries, Klein returned to the ancient palace supported by stone pillars and made this trade-off.

"Forget it, let's return to reality and eat."

Klein shook his head and muttered to himself. He did not stay any longer and returned to the real world to prepare for the wonderful dinner.

Before leaving, he unconsciously glanced at the star representing the "Wheel of Fortune".

……

The light from the gas wall lamp shone out. Klein, who had been planning to flip through a magazine and cook, couldn't help but think about how to play the role of the "Faceless Man":

"When I woke up this morning and my spirit was completely stable, I discovered that although the Faceless Man potion in my body showed no signs of digestion, it was somehow compatible with me, or even fused with me... This was something I had never experienced before after taking the Fortune Teller, Clown, or Magician potions..."

Thinking of this, Klein looked up at the bay window. As it was already dark outside, it became like a mirror, faithfully reflecting the image of Sherlock Moriarty, who had black hair, brown eyes, a beard, and gold-rimmed glasses.

Klein nodded thoughtfully:

“Maybe it’s because I’ve been playing Crane Moretti, um… In a sense, Sherlock Moriarty is just Crane in disguise, not someone else.

“Although I have received many memory fragments and have some of my original emotions, in essence, I am still a visitor from another world, Zhou Mingrui, a keyboard expert on Earth.

"I've been through so many things in the past two or three months. Sometimes, I even thought I was Klein Moretti."

In silence, thoughts flashed through Klein's mind, giving him a lot of insights.

However, I am still Zhou Mingrui in Klein Moretti's skin... I have never given up the idea of ​​going back... He slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the figure reflected in the bay window had changed:
He was a young man with dark brown eyes and short black hair. His facial features were unremarkable and he looked relatively gentle, but he had obvious bags under his eyes and a chin that was showing signs of being double-layered.

This is Zhou Mingrui from Earth.

Long time no see... Klein sighed, raised his hands, and rubbed his face.

When he lowered his arms, he had transformed back into Sherlock Moriarty.

After this period of contemplation and adjustment, he inexplicably felt that there were fewer barriers between spirituality and potion, and there were more signs of a slow fusion.

“No wonder the teacher of ‘Master of Secret Dolls’ Rosago, or maybe the teacher, said that you can pretend to be anyone, but you can only be yourself… This should be the core rule of the ‘Faceless Man’ role-playing method. Once you forget this, it is easy to lose yourself in the constant changes and eventually become a monster.” Klein recalled what he had gained from the previous spiritual communication and suddenly realized something.

"Besides, the Faceless Man's potion digested faster than I thought."

"Is it because I have actually been pretending to be Klein of this world for a long time, but in fact, in front of him, I don't have to pretend to be anyone?"

At this moment, apart from the sizzling flames licking the bottom of the pot in the kitchen, there was no other sound in the room. It was so quiet that Klein could even hear the sound of a carriage moving in the distance.

He looked around slowly and saw the coffee table, the contract, the cupboard, the pen, the porcelain cup, the dining table, the chairs and the wall.

Klein retracted his gaze and leaned back against the sofa. In the deep coldness and silence, he stared at the night outside the window and the gas street lamps that emitted a hazy light in the night.

He suddenly sighed:
"Sta..."

Without any further hesitation, he quickly cooked the dish and ate it all in one swift motion with the quality of a "faceless man". Then he walked four steps backwards and came to the top of the gray fog.

"As expected, seniors are still seniors."

Klein smiled self-deprecatingly.

(End of this chapter)