Conan: Start with three choices, but sequence potion

Chapter 1: Switched from Guimi
Backlund, in the basement of a small shabby house in the East District.

The gas lamp emitted a faint yellow light, illuminating most of the basement which was filled with a strong smell of damp and mold.

An He looked at the three bottles of potions on the table in front of him and fell into deep thought.

He has read the novel "Lord of Mysteries" once. Although he can't say that he has noticed every detail, he is familiar with the basic settings.

It doesn't seem right that after going out for a while, I come back with three bottles of potions in my pocket.

Especially since he had just traveled through time a week ago, he was sure that there was nothing special about him, let alone an extraordinary person. He was just a guy who could barely survive in the East District, a guy who was not a homeless person but worse than a homeless person.

An He pinched his chin and stared at the three bottles of potion for a long time without moving.

Although it may seem presumptuous to say this, An He seriously suspected that an imaginary angel was watching him nearby, and perhaps all of this was deliberately arranged by Him.

Before An He traveled through time, he had heard of a saying that alien travelers like him seemed to have a status equivalent to that of foreign gods in the mysterious world. He didn't know if he was targeted for this reason.

After thinking about it, An He still had no idea. He couldn't really shout "Adam" to the air, right?

In that case, even if it wasn't Adam who did it, it would have attracted Adam.

Turning his attention back to the potions, An He was a little hesitant. His memory was not very good and he could not tell the sequence of the potions just from their appearance.

Even if you want to drink, you can't be so careless, right?
What if a bottle of "Assassin" got mixed in?
And it is hard to say whether it is a Sequence 9 potion. He is not even a Beyonder now. If he jumps the sequence, he will only lose control.

However, when An He tentatively picked up one of the bottles, this concern disappeared.

The moment his fingers touched the bottle, a piece of information emerged in his mind.

[A bottle of "wrong" path sequence 9 "thief" potion]

"Ok?"

An He was shocked and quickly put it down, placed it as far away from him as possible, and no longer looked at it.

It's so funny, it's the most permanent way. After becoming a demigod, he can directly ascend to the King of Angels without any hindrance, as smooth as Dove.

Who dares to drink this?
Anhe, who was just doubting the existence of Adam in the air, was now worried and afraid that Meng would enter the room.

So he quickly picked up the next potion.

[A bottle of "Dragon" Pathway Sequence 9 "Audience" potion]

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An He was silent.

If he had only suspected it before, now he was sure that Adam was 100% here.

He silently pushed the audience potion away and placed it together with the thief potion.

If the thief's path is the most permanent way, then the audience's path can be said to be the most hopeless.

Under the premise that Adam is bound to become a god, Sequence 1 is out of the question. Even whether he can become an angel depends on how many Sequence 2 characteristics Adam will retain.

An He couldn't wait to pick up the last bottle of potion. He was mentally prepared that as long as this bottle was not "Assassin", he would drink it in one gulp.

[A bottle of "Fool" Path Sequence 9 "Fortune Teller" potion]

Fortune teller?
good good!
An He was overjoyed. You know, after Xiao Ke becomes half-mysterious in the future, Sequence 1 will be vacant, and as someone at the top of the path, Xiao Ke is a "good guy" in every sense of the word.

Not to mention that as a reader of "Lord of Mysteries", An He is very familiar with the early role-playing rules of the fortune teller.

There is no better choice!
An He no longer hesitated and was about to uncork the bottle and drink the potion. However, at this moment, a familiar feeling of dizziness came over him.

This was how he felt the last time he traveled to Guimi! !

“No way.”

After a while, An He lost consciousness.

Like snow on a broken TV, his figure lying on the ground flickered a few times and then suddenly disappeared from the spot.

Then, as if they had remembered something, the three bottles of magic potion also flashed together, and soon disappeared.

Everything fell into silence, only the swaying flame in the gas lamp told of loneliness.

After a while, a simple and gentle figure appeared in the basement. He gently grasped the silver cross pendant hanging on the chest of his simple white robe and stared at the place where An He disappeared for a long time.

"Ugh"

After a long and distant sigh, "He" disappeared again, as if he had never appeared.

"Pass me the nail."

When An He regained consciousness, he heard a faint cool and pleasant voice in his ears, followed by a slight sound of fibers rubbing against each other.

He felt it and found that he had no strength in his limbs, but his sense of touch seemed to be magnified many times. He could clearly feel his skin being pierced and cold liquid being injected into it.

An He instinctively wanted to struggle, but his body seemed to be out of control and remained motionless.

Using all his strength, he finally managed to open his eyes a crack, blurring out large areas of cold white.

And the eye-catching brown color among the cold white.

The lucidity did not last long. An He recalled the words she had just heard vaguely, and prayed in her heart that the other party was not a quack, or that the assistant who handed her the nail was not a hopeless blind man.

Because the increasingly intense sleepiness at this time is obviously not the effect that norepinephrine can produce.

An He fell into a deep sleep again.

However, unlike the dizziness that accompanied the time travel, this time he still retained enough consciousness to at least be able to "dream".

He found himself on a small island.

Rather than a small island, it is more like a larger "reef". It is surrounded by misty and dreamy milky white fog, which plays the role of "sea water" and surrounds the island.

At this time, An He did not have much time to observe this strange dream environment.

Because not far from him, there were two familiar figures.

There were two "An He"s, who looked exactly the same, and no one could tell the difference.

One of the Anhe stood on the edge of the island, looking at the foggy sea with interest, while the other Anhe sat quietly on the ground with his legs hugged, looking very content.

The moment An He saw these two An Hes, he understood some of the information.

The three bottles of potions seemed to have been drawn in during the journey and were inadvertently digested and absorbed by him. Logically speaking, if he drank three bottles of potions from different sources at the same time, he would lose control the moment they entered his mouth. However, due to the journey, the barrier of time and space weakened the connection between the extraordinary characteristics and the "original", resulting in him being "divided into three parts".

The "thief" An He who was looking at the foggy sea not far away, the "audience" An He who was sitting quietly on the ground, and he, the "fortune teller" An He who woke up the latest.

And here is the peaceful spiritual island.

(End of this chapter)