The world begins with refining skills

Chapter 515 Sequence 9: *** (Lord of Mysteries)
熏！
It smells so good!

The smoke is so strong!
Thick black smoke seeped in through the cracks in the window, and Mu Sheng, who was fast asleep, felt an unbearable dryness in his nasal cavity and throat.

It felt like someone had forced a handful of dry powder down my throat; every breath and swallow was so painful that I wanted to cough it all up.

"Cough~ cough~ heh~"

A violent coughing fit filled the room, followed by a hissing sound, like a broken bellows.

Mu Sheng was abruptly woken up by coughing!

"Where did this... cough cough, where did I get this from!"

"Cough cough~"

In the time it took to say a sentence, Mu Sheng coughed for a full half minute, his lungs aching from the coughing.

After a long while, he managed to control his body and suppress the instinct to cough.

"I'm so weak."

Mu Sheng picked up the mirror from the bedside table, and a black-haired young man suffering from a serious illness suddenly appeared before him.

His hair was dull and lifeless, and his face looked haggard, as if he had been masturbating for a hundred days straight.

Putting down the mirror, Mu Sheng looked around the room.

The cramped rooms and the brick-and-wood structure of the house give it a rugged feel reminiscent of the industrial era.

"This is for me. What did you get it for?"

Apart from the wooden bed he was on, the room contained only an old chair and a trunk that was occasionally used as a dining table.

There were still a few patches of grease left on the corners of the trunk lid that hadn't been cleaned.

Like the wooden bed, the chairs and trunks were made of the most common synthetic wood, and the workmanship was very perfunctory.

However, one can still vaguely discern that it is a Western classical style.

This cannot be described as a simple room; it is merely a cage designed to meet the sleeping needs of slave laborers.

This reminded Mu Sheng of a long, long time ago, when he was working in a big city and lived in a shared apartment.

That house was hundreds of times better than this one!
Clearly, his identity this time is that of an ordinary civilian struggling at the bottom of society.

"Every time I start out as an ordinary low-level person, can't you give me the identity of a powerful Celestial Dragon?"

Mu Sheng muttered to himself, then with a thought, he brought up the familiar refining panel.

[Host: Mu Sheng]

[Permissions: Advanced Controller]

[Already Refined]: Complete Collection of Mortal Skills, Inner Qi Cultivation System (Low-level), Sun Giant Bloodline (Low-level), Radiation Energy System - Remnant (Low-level), Chaotic Mind-Based Magic System (Intermediate-level), Divine Tree Chakra System (Intermediate-level), Rules of the Supernatural World (Advanced ↓)

[World: Lord of Mysteries]

Mu Sheng only glanced at the "Advanced Controllers" section in the second row of the panel before skipping over it.

With so many rules of the mysterious resurrected world being refined into it, upgrading to advanced permissions is not surprising at all.

My gaze lingered on the third line; each phrase there represented the result of his past hard work.

As he continued reading, four crimson characters stirred Mu Sheng's mind, causing ripples in his heart.

Lord of Mysteries: Twenty-Two Paths to Godhood

"Sequence, God, Old Ones, Pillars."

As Mu Sheng recalled information about this world, the light in his eyes grew brighter and brighter.

The unique and extraordinary rules of this world are quite suitable for integrating his complex abilities.

"Using pathways as pillars and sequences as mediums, I will forge a path that is uniquely mine!"

"It works! This method works!"

A look of joy appeared on Mu Sheng's face, and the pungent smell of smoke in the room didn't smell so bad anymore.

"Cough cough cough~"

"Heh~ Heh~ Cough heh~"

Another bout of heart-wrenching coughing followed, and Mu Sheng gasped for breath for a while before calming down again.

"Let's put the matter of integrating forces aside for now. The most important thing right now is to restore this body to a healthy state!"

With a thought, Mu Sheng instantly merged the memory orb of this clone into his ocean of consciousness.

Victory Hurd, a working-class man in Constance.

Constance is the capital city of the Sea County and the second largest city in the Kingdom of Rune, also known as the Wind City.

Constance has a highly developed coal and steel industry, with numerous upstream and downstream factories related to coal and steel located there.

The factory's chimneys rise high, resembling a concrete jungle, spewing thick yellow smoke all day long.

Mu Sheng's alter ego, Victory Herder, is a boiler worker at a steel mill.

Having lost his mother at a young age and his father in his teenage years, young Victory entered the workforce in a factory at the tender age of thirteen.

"Another orphan."

Mu Sheng slapped his forehead. He had traveled through so many worlds, and apart from the beginner world, he had always been a lone star in every other one.

If Mu Sheng hadn't already refined his panel to the level of an advanced controller, he would have suspected that he was being targeted.

"No wonder this body is in such poor condition. It suffers from lumbar muscle strain, joint wear and tear, damage to the heart and lungs, plus kidney deficiency, spleen deficiency, and liver problems."

"This body, weakened by overwork and injuries, is practically at its last gasp!"

Mu Sheng couldn't help but sigh.

Before his body was fully developed, he was put to do heavy physical labor.

In addition, the food was not good, the nutrition was insufficient, and the rest was not enough. No wonder the body was exhausted at such a young age.

As Mu Sheng continued to examine his clone's memories, he even began to feel sorry for himself.

Good heavens, these capitalists are not only suppressing child laborers' wages, they are practically exploiting them.

A normal worker's wage is 16 to 19 sols per week, but child laborers do half the work of ordinary workers, yet are paid only a quarter of that.

The consciousness clone entered the factory at the age of thirteen and had not saved a single penny before adulthood, living a very difficult life.

In other words, his salary increased after he became an adult, but his health was already ruined. He was already suffering from a host of serious illnesses at the age of twenty.

"Oh no!"

"This is too tragic! What kind of human suffering is this!"

Mu Sheng sighed with regret, condemning capitalism's exploitation and oppression of people.

A few minutes later, the clone's memories were completely digested.

Mu Sheng dragged his sick body out of bed and, following the memories in his mind, found the accumulated knowledge of his consciousness clone under the floorboards at the foot of the bed.

A small roll of banknotes, unfolded and counted, contained a total of eight dark green and whitish banknotes.

"Two 10-sols, one 5-sol, and five 1-sols, for a total of 30-sols."

"One sole is equal to 12 pennies, and one penny has the purchasing power of about three or four dollars."

"No, I worked myself to the bone for seven years and only managed to save a little over a thousand yuan?"

After calculating the purchasing power of these banknotes, even though Mu Sheng was prepared, he still found it somewhat unbelievable.

The common people at the bottom of the capitalist world are really tight-lipped!
Why don't they rise up in rebellion and shout, "Are kings and nobles born with special privileges?"
Wait, something's not right, it seems like there really is some guts!
Ordinary people can't even get their hands on the lowest-level sequence potions, so how can they possibly resist the powerful and wealthy who possess demigod-level experts? "30 sulphers is 360 copper pennies. If we use them sparingly, it'll be enough!"

Mu Sheng counted the amount of banknotes again, rolled them up, stuffed them behind his back, put on his coat, and went out.

Victory lived in a cheap apartment in a slum.

Leaving the apartment building, Mu Sheng found himself on a dirty and chaotic street.

Not far from here is the industrial zone, where the steel mill where my clone used to work is also located.

Looking up, Mu Sheng could still see rows of chimneys, from which the smoke that caused him to cough came.

After looking around, Mu Sheng quickly determined where he needed to go and stepped into the crowd.

The passersby here all wore old and tattered clothes, and their eyes were full of vigilance, occasionally revealing a hint of greed.

That's the look in a vulture's eyes when it sees its prey.

Following the gazes of passersby, Mu Sheng saw several well-dressed strangers appear on the street.

The reason Mu Sheng identified him as a stranger was because the people living in this area did not earn enough to support them to wear such clothes.

"A detective?"

Mu Sheng roughly determined the identity of one of the strangers by observing his actions and expressions.

After glancing at it curiously for a few moments, Mu Sheng turned and left.

He wasn't interested in these people's motives; he'd rather use that time to buy food and solve the problems with this body.

Unlike the other glamorous individuals, Mu Sheng, dressed in coarse linen clothes, blended perfectly into the environment and went unnoticed by anyone.

A few minutes later.

Mu Sheng walked out of Anderson's Bakery carrying a large bag of black bread.

"Eight pounds of rye bread cost nine pence; one pound of rye bread is roughly enough for an adult's daily carbohydrate needs."

"So, all things considered, the 30 sulphurs left to me by the clone are actually quite valuable?"

Excluding other expenses, 30 sous can be used entirely to buy black bread, which is almost enough for an adult's annual expenses.

"Hmm, eating only black bread shouldn't be a problem, right?"

Mu Sheng shook his head and went to other markets to buy some vegetables and meat.

It cost a total of 5 soules and 8 pence, and the legacy left by the clone was reduced by almost one-fifth.

"This money goes too quickly!"

In the communal kitchen of the low-cost apartment building, Mu Sheng put a penny into the gas meter.

I stuffed all the vegetables and meat I bought into the pot, put it on the gas stove, and started stewing.

Admittedly, the food made this way won't taste good, but it's convenient!

No need to marinate or prepare various seasonings, just boil it over high heat.

For Musheng, who needs to accumulate energy to repair his body, this is the perfect solution.

Half an hour later, Mu Sheng returned to his room carrying a large pot of stewed vegetables and meat.

He cracked open the black bread and soaked it in the soaking water. While waiting for the bread to soften, Mu Sheng began to treat his overtaxed body.

Consciousness stimulates the physical body, squeezing out a bit of vitality from the already withered body.

Mu Sheng's body was like the parched earth that had been dry for decades, greedily absorbing this life force.

"Don't rush, it's not time yet!"

Mu Sheng forcibly suppressed his body's instincts, then swung his arms and began to eat heartily from the pot.

The tender, boiled meat and vegetables, along with the soaked black bread, were swallowed whole by Mu Sheng.

That life force flowed into his stomach and intestines, and was quickly digested and absorbed as soon as it entered his stomach, turning into streams of energy that were absorbed by Mu Sheng's body.

Nourished by this energy, Mu Sheng's complexion visibly became rosy.

Half an hour later, the large pot of bland stew was finished.

"Although he hasn't fully recovered, he's at least out of the brink of death and won't cough anymore!"

Sensing the vitality surging through his body, Mu Sheng nodded in satisfaction.

After a satisfying meal, it's time to rest!
After washing and putting away the pot in the communal kitchen, Mu Sheng returned to his room and went straight to sleep, hoping to accelerate his body's repair process through sleep.

After lying down in bed, Mu Sheng suddenly sniffed, mumbled a few words, and then fell into a deep sleep.

"I need to move as soon as I've fully recovered."

For the next few days, Mu Sheng just ate and slept, slept and ate.

Finally, before the 30 Sule were completely consumed, the body was restored to a healthy state.

The cheap apartment was still that cramped cage room.

The room was much cleaner and tidier than when he had just woken up.

Even more significant than the changes in the room was Mu Sheng's physical condition.

Her short hair was shiny and oily, her complexion was rosy and she looked energetic, and her eyes were bright and piercing. She was no longer the person she had been a few days ago when her old illness flared up and she was on the verge of death.

"My body is ready; now it's time to come into contact with the extraordinary powers of this world."

Mu Sheng already had a plan for this matter.

In the past few days, Mu Sheng has not simply been repairing his body.

They are also planning their next steps!
There are a total of twenty-two paths to godhood in Lord of Mysteries. Some of the zero-sequence true god positions have already been occupied, while others are still vacant, waiting for a transcendent being of the same sequence to ascend to godhood.

However, Mu Sheng does not intend to choose any of these methods!
He came into this world to integrate his already complex abilities, not to add another extraordinary ability.

Compared to the twenty-two paths to godhood on the blasphemous stone tablet, Mu Sheng intends to create a path that is uniquely his own.

In the past few days, Musheng has already figured out a general direction.

And the basic framework for Sequence Nine has been conceived!
"let's start!"

After locking the door, Mu Sheng sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes, and communicated with the refining panel.

"Every path to godhood requires a corresponding source substance, and that is my source substance."

Mu Sheng looked at the refining panel in his sea of ​​consciousness. Given the status of the refining panel, could it even be considered related to the source material?
"Let's not rush this for now, let's first solidify the framework for Sequence 9!"

Mu Sheng's expression turned serious. Don't underestimate the lowest level, Sequence 9; it is the foundation of every path to godhood.

The mind and the refining panel become one.

Mu Sheng's vision rose infinitely high, as if he had arrived outside the world, sensing the murmurs and madness of this crimson world.

In the world of Lord of Mysteries, the more extraordinary one is, the crazier one becomes.

Fighting madness is the theme for all extraordinary individuals!

Here, madness and delirium also represent power!

The refining panel flickered slightly, and ten points of light emerged from it, imbued with the aura of rambling and madness, converging into a line of text.

[Sequence 9: The Transmigrator (0/3)]

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(End of this chapter)