The world begins with refining skills

Chapter 518 I Need a Kind Person (Please Subscribe)

“So noisy.”

Klein mumbled incoherently, instinctively annoyed by the noise.

As if sensing his rejection, the sound in his ear quickly disappeared.

Klein could finally sleep peacefully.

Outside the gray fog.

Mu Sheng called out for a long time, but no one came to let him in, so he finally gave up.

Just as he was about to leave and let his consciousness return to his body, a bold idea suddenly surfaced in his mind the instant his spirit swept through the gray fog.

"Source Castle, this thing seems to be of a very high status, one of the nine Source Elements."

"How about you take a bite and try it?"

Once this thought arose, it became impossible to suppress it any longer.

Mu Sheng hesitated for two seconds to show respect, then his consciousness connected with the refining panel, and his spiritual energy condensed into a hand, which reached out to grab the gray mist.

"Just a little bit, I'll take a little, it should be fine."

This body is still very weak, and Mu Sheng doesn't plan to be too reckless. He intends to just take a little bit and see how it goes.

With so much fog here, and everyone being from the same planet, how could Klein possibly take him seriously?

The refining panel in his mind flickered slightly, and his spiritual hand quickly scooped up a handful of gray mist before retracting it.

The moment the gray mist was pulled off, it was refined by the prepared panel.

Mu Sheng didn't have time to check the changes on the panel. He quickly gathered his spiritual energy and darted back into his body.

He had barely run away when the gray fog began to boil.

Accompanied by chaotic murmurs and delirium, the shape of a door vaguely appeared above the gray fog sea.

After a short while, it disappeared again, and the gray fog gradually calmed down.
Iris Street, Constance.

Having successfully stolen the chicken, Mu Sheng opened the refining panel with a smug look on his face to check the spoils of this adventure.

[Sequence 8: Blank (1/3)]

"A handful of gray mist is equivalent to a Sequence 8 extraordinary property?"

Looking at the information on the panel, Mu Sheng had an urge to go back to the gray fog and make a few more profits.

However, a spiritual warning forced him to abandon this tempting idea.

"Forget it, let's be cautious and wait at least a few days until the sense of danger subsides."

Mu Sheng suppressed the turmoil in his heart and turned his attention to himself.

The warning that had just come from his spiritual senses piqued Mu Sheng's curiosity.

"This kind of premonition about the future is somewhat similar to the abilities of a fortune teller."

Mu Sheng suddenly remembered the two doses of the fortune teller's potion.

"Could it be."

Entering a meditative state, Mu Sheng's consciousness sank into his own spiritual ocean, and he soon made progress.

Beneath the spiritual light representing the transmigrators' sequence, two faint orbs of light were hidden.

One that is slightly larger is the fortune teller's sequence.

The other one, slightly smaller, is from Tommy's criminal sequence.

The spiritual radiance of the Transcendent Sequence was too strong, and Mu Sheng only used these three extraordinary characteristics as consumable materials.

That's why I didn't discover the existence of these two spiritual entities immediately after advancing to Sequence 9.

"So, if I use different extraordinary properties each time, wouldn't I be able to master multiple different sequence abilities?"

Mu Sheng's heart skipped a beat, but he quickly calmed down.

"You can try it, but there's no need to deliberately pursue the extraordinary characteristics of different approaches."

For Mu Sheng, the most important thing is to perfect the path he created and integrate his complex abilities.

As for sequence capabilities through other means, it's a pleasant surprise if they exist, but it's fine if they don't.

"Huh, how come the criminal was digested so easily?"

"Slander! This is blatant slander!"

After testing the abilities of the fortune teller and the criminal, Mu Sheng was displeased.

How did he meet the conditions for the digestion of criminals?
"Oh, so it was refined by the panel. That's alright then!"

Upon discovering that the diviner had also been instantly refined, Mu Sheng immediately laughed, as he had never engaged in any divination activities.

So it must be because of the refining panel!
"Let me divine when I will become the ruler of all the heavens!"

Mu Sheng pulled out a one-penny copper coin from behind his back.

Place the penny on your index finger, snap it with your thumb, and it will spin and fly up.

The copper coin spun rapidly in the air, almost becoming a blur, before falling back down after reaching its highest point.

"boom!"

The copper coin stood upright and stuck in the floor, and half of George III's head was gone.

Mu Sheng sensed the information coming from the spiritual source and curled his lip: "Can't even divine this? Useless!"

Even a beggar knows how to answer, right now!
"A useless thing!"

Mu Sheng quickly lost interest in the diviners and focused all his energy on designing Sequence 8.

Diviner:
"Sequence 9 is the starting point of a path, the cornerstone that lays the foundation for direction, which is why I chose the Transmigrator Sequence."

"What about Sequence 8? Should we continue down the same path as the transmigrators?"

"A fallen genius? A chosen one? Respect for the dead? I don't eat beef."

"Bah bah bah!"

"Where did this distracting thought come from? No, no, it's too abstract!"

Mu Sheng shook his head vigorously, bringing his thoughts back on track.

Recalling everything from the past, especially his experiences in the first few worlds, a framework gradually formed in Mu Sheng's mind.

"The different sequences of the twenty-two paths to godhood in the mysterious world are not particularly closely related; in fact, some sequences are completely different in style."

"Moreover, I need to take these factors into account in order to consolidate resources."

After figuring this out, the framework in Mu Sheng's mind became clearer and clearer.

"Don't rush to finalize the framework. Spend a few days checking for omissions and filling in the gaps. Take advantage of these days to prepare the other two sets of extraordinary characteristics for Sequence 8!"

Low-sequence potion ingredients are not scarce; as long as you have the recipe and money, you can always collect them all by spending some time.

Musheng has no shortage of recipes, and he hasn't spent all the money he picked up from the Razor Gang. He can still afford two sets of Sequence 8 materials.

"The common materials are easy to buy, but we'll have to figure out a way to get the main ingredients."

"The Horned Goat's Unicorn Crystal and the Human Face Rose from the Clown Potion; the Soul Eater's Stomach and the Deep Sea Marlin's Blood from the Master of the Tricks Potion."

Mu Sheng scratched his head as he recalled the main ingredients of Sequence 8 potions from different sources.

Even if it's a Sequence 8 material, it's not particularly rare.

However, the problem is that the control that major powers exercise over extraordinary individuals means that these not-so-rare potion ingredients are things that ordinary people have never even heard of.

"Forget about ordinary shops, we have to start with the extraordinary ones!"

"hiss!"

"I should have known better than to take advantage of Gray Mist. Otherwise, I could have made a deal with Miss Justice through the tarot card gathering of my fellow villagers!"

"Should we try going up again?"

As soon as this thought arose, an alarm sounded in Musheng's spiritual mind, though it wasn't the kind of alarm that threatened his life.

But bad things can happen. "Forget it, it's better to play it safe since I haven't fully developed yet. It's only Sequence 8. I should be able to find a way through the Extraordinary Gathering that Tommy mentioned."

Mu Sheng flicked his fingers, and a slip of paper with the time and place written on it appeared in his hand.

[124 Ironthorn Street, Crimson Moon, 8 PM]

"The Crimson Moon, isn't that the night after tomorrow?"

"Alright, just two days."

Two days is not a long time, and he also needs to fill in any gaps in the framework of Sequence 8.

This timing is perfect; it would be best if I could buy the materials I want from the gathering then.

If he's unlucky and there aren't any, then he'll just have to randomly choose two more kind people.

"Well, I hope there are more bad guys at the party."

Two days later, February 9th.

At 7:45 p.m., Mu Sheng, wearing a coat that covered half of his face, arrived at the outside of a bar with a wary expression.

'Carnivore Bar'

Mu Sheng cautiously circled the bar, like a newcomer just stepping into the extraordinary realm, his wariness revealing a clumsy and rough demeanor.

It's like a child dressed in adult clothes; no matter how well they imitate someone's every move, they can't hide their naivety and ignorance.

'This should work, right?'

Mu Sheng tightened the collar of his coat, as if trying to hide himself even more.

While making this, the gold bracelet on her wrist accidentally slipped off.

Mu Sheng quickly pulled his hand back into his sleeve.

He looked around nervously for a while before calming himself down and heading towards the kitchen door at the back of the bar.

As his figure disappeared into the alley behind the street, a drunk man sitting at the bar entrance suddenly turned his head to look at the alley entrance.

"A newcomer? Which rich young master has come here for an adventure?"

The drunkard licked his lips, narrowed his eyes, and a glint of unknown meaning flashed in them.

"Look again"

The drunkard did not get up immediately, but waited a few more minutes until around 7:50 before staggering into the alley.

When they arrived at the back door of the bar, the drunkard had changed his clothes and was now wearing a mask.

The smell of alcohol on his body had mostly dissipated.

Although it's hard to smell alcohol, this is a bar, and even if someone does smell it, they'll just assume it's the smell of a bar.

Entering through the back door of the bar, the drunkard familiarly made his way to the door of the storage room in the back kitchen and knocked rhythmically on the door.

A few seconds later, a small hole appeared in the door, and an eye was pressed against the hole, observing the people outside.

After confirming the drunkard's identity, the door to the storage room was opened.

A masked man tossed a hooded robe to the drunkard and then led him behind a pile of wooden crates.

Pulling open a wooden door on the ground revealed a staircase leading underground.

The drunkard put on a hooded robe, completely concealing his body beneath it, and then walked towards the basement stairs.

Before going in, the drunkard suddenly paused and turned to look at the masked man beside him.

Are there any new people at this party?

"What do you want to do?" The masked man's voice was cold, and a warning glint appeared in his eyes.

"It's nothing," the drunkard chuckled. "I was just asking."

He then quickly walked into the basement.

After he went inside, the masked man lowered the wooden door again and returned to guard the entrance.

After entering the basement, the drunk man turned several corners along the passageway and eventually entered the Constance City sewer system.

After walking a distance along the drainpipe, a set of steps appeared in a recess in the wall.

Ascending the steps, the drunkard soon arrived at a simple wooden hut.

This is a room built by manually carving out a space underground and attaching wooden planks to the walls.

Aside from being hidden, it has no advantages whatsoever.

A candle was lit on the table in the room, and its dim light illuminated a dozen or so swaying figures.

These people, like the drunkards, also wore masks and hooded robes, but it was difficult to tell them apart by their appearance.

But the drunkard recognized the newcomer sitting in the far corner at a glance.

Even though the hooded robe completely covered his body, it couldn't hide the aura emanating from the newcomer.

It's too stiff!

I don't know if it's because the chair doesn't fit properly, but the newcomer seemed very uncomfortable, and would subtly shift his position every now and then.

If no one had noticed, it would have been fine, but under the drunkard's deliberate observation, the newcomer's identity was immediately exposed.

Is this your first time attending a party like this?

'His aura under spiritual vision is stronger than an ordinary person's, but about the same. Has he just stepped into the extraordinary realm?'

Let me take another look, let me take another look.

The drunkard's eyes gleamed as he suppressed his inner turmoil and focused his attention on the party.

"Steel arm guards with an ingenious mechanical structure, capable of protecting against revolver bullets and transforming into a crossbow with a bolt-firing mechanism. A mechanical creation that combines offense and defense, weighing 150 pounds!"

"Too expensive, 150 pounds is too expensive. Your arm guards are only so big, and that's about the protective range."

Someone became interested in the mechanical arm guard and started haggling with its owner.

Mu Sheng glanced at it and then lost interest.

This thing is less useful to him than a dagger.

While the others were trading, Mu Sheng turned his attention to observing the other people in the room.

'Sequence 9, sequence 9, sequence 9'

Why are they all sequence 9?

In the shadows beneath the hood, Mu Sheng activated his Spirit Vision, scanning each person.

'Sequence 8!'

'Finally, one! And this dark red aura...is it hostile towards me?'

'Great! A fish has taken the bait!'

A hint of joy finally appeared in Mu Sheng's eyes.

'I've got one set of Sequence 8's features; now I just need another one!'

Before the party was even over, Mu Sheng had already decided that the drunkard's extraordinary characteristics were his for the taking.

Since the intentions have already been malicious, Mu Sheng will have to take action regardless of whether the drunkard makes a move or not.

Having made his discovery, Mu Sheng continued to check on the situation of the others.

'Only two sequences of 8? The quality is just too poor.'

What Mu Sheng didn't know was that, for wild extraordinary individuals, Sequence 8 was already considered a mid-to-upper-level figure.

The scarcity of resources, the lack of knowledge, and the supervision of organizations like the Night Watchers have resulted in most wild Extraordinary Beings being unable to digest even Sequence 9 potions.

The transactions at the gathering continued, and soon it was Mu Sheng's turn.

He slowly stood up, pulled out a small wad of bills, and said, "I need it."

(End of this chapter)