Conan: Start with three choices, but sequence potion

Chapter 154 Faceless Man

"What about the promotion ceremony?" This is what the audience An He is most concerned about. "The next stage is Sequence 4. The ceremony of demigod should have some special features, right?"

"Speaking of this, it's quite strange." The thief An He touched his chin, "The ritual requirement is to 'create errors'."

"So short?" The fortune teller An He frowned when he heard it.

"It's just that short." The thief An He was also helpless, "I don't even know what counts as a 'mistake'."

"And from a common-sense understanding of the ritual, the definition of mistakes is different for quality and quantity. If I just go with quantity, then how many mistakes do I have to make before I can be promoted?"

“Generally speaking, quality is more important than quantity in the later stages of a sequence.” Audience member An He gave a suggestion, “You can try doing a big job. Isn’t that what you are best at?”

"A big job?" The thief Anhe and himself were a little overwhelmed, "How big a job would it take for me to be promoted to a demigod?"

"Well, I really don't know." The fortune teller An He said he was unable to help.

"Take your time to think about it, what about you, fortune teller?" The audience An He turned to him and asked.

“I am already a Sequence 6 Faceless Man.” Talking about his successful promotion, the fortune teller An He became excited.

"The new ability 'Faceless' can permanently change into a different person. However, it is only superficial and cannot change the internal DNA. At most, it is an unbreakable disguise. It is not very useful. I prefer to call it 'face changing'."

"In addition to changing my face, some of my previous abilities have also been enhanced. The limit of creating fire out of thin air has been reduced to a fireball with a diameter of about one meter, with a core temperature of 500 degrees. The flames can jump farther, but since I use mist to drive it, I don't have to worry about the spiritual reserve problem. It's equivalent to infinite displacement, so there is no essential enhancement."

He was somewhat helpless about this, but then he became excited again. He put his fingers together and bent them into the shape of a gun, pointing them at the thief An He, and dubbed, "Bang!"

Then the air bullet was easily stolen by the thief An He and disappeared in mid-air.

"The strength of the air bullet has risen to the level of a rifle, barely enough to break through the defense of your dragon scales."

Audience member An He listened to this extremely targeted speech and didn't want to say anything to this bully who only cared about the strong and signaled him to continue.

"The air straw that I had always ignored as waste has become longer. Judging from the degree of its strengthening, perhaps when I become a demigod, I can breathe freely in space."

The fortune teller An He has a bright vision for the future, and by then he will no longer be an ordinary fortune teller.

But a demigod who can walk in space!
"." The thief An He looked at him as if he were a fool.

"What's the point of going into space? Wouldn't a strange mage's physical strength be crippled by an asteroid in space? And as a coward, why don't you hide on Earth and become a god first? Why are you thinking of going into space?"

"People need to have ideals and aspirations!" said the fortune teller An He. "By the time I become a demigod, maybe humans will have developed to the level of interstellar civilization under our impetus?"

"That makes sense." Audience An He was more fair.

In addition to the enhancements just mentioned, the Faceless Man’s paper substitute has also changed.

"It's not just an invincible frame. The paper man serving as a substitute can make stiff movements to a certain extent!" Fortuneteller An He opened his eyes wide, "Can you understand what this means?"

"What does it mean?" the thief An He responded perfunctorily.

"This indicates that—"

The fortune teller An He spoke in a deep tone, deliberately dragging out the tone.

Then he was kicked on the butt by the thief An He.

"Hehe, I can open two games at the same time and let it help me choose the next round." Fortune teller An He laughed.

".You are invincible."

"It's just a joke." The fortune teller An He curled his lips, "You don't have any sense of humor at all." "Are you going to do anything else?" The thief An He didn't tolerate him at all.

"There are some."

The fortune teller An He acted mysteriously: "Under the vision blessed by the fog, I can see the spiritual lines of living things."

"What's the use of just seeing it?" The thief An He was surprised. "You are not a master of secret puppets. Can you control the thread of the spirit body?"

"Hmph." The fortune teller An He laughed disdainfully, "Using spiritual power won't work, but we have cheats."

"Can't I just use the gray mist to touch the spirit thread?"

The thief An He looked at the audience with a serious expression: "It is the greatest misfortune of the Sequence Potion System to let this kind of guy get to Sequence 6."

"." The fortune teller An He looked at him sideways.

"Where is the promotion ceremony?" asked audience member An He.

“Making a false identity real.”

"It sounds relatively simple." The thief An He said with a sour tone, but then he thought about the fact that his ritual was to advance him to demigod status, while the fortune teller was only at Sequence 6, and he quickly regained his composure.

"Let's summarize the current situation." Audience member An He reviewed the situation. "The fortune teller and I both have the ability to 'control others,' and the thief can achieve the same effect by borrowing our abilities."

"Our average level has reached above Sequence 6, which means we can basically ignore most of the attack methods of modern technology, and weapons of large-scale mass destruction cannot lock on us."

"To sum up, in this world, we are equivalent to being semi-invincible."

"That's true." The fortune teller An He thought it made sense and nodded frequently, "Are we going to become ancestors next? I don't eat beef."

"What about the daily routine?" The thief An He glanced at him, "You don't think 'Fool Town' is interesting, do you?"

"It's just a joke." Fortune teller An He spread his hands, "I don't have any idea of ruling the world. My ideal is to just eat and wait for death and do nothing."

"Now let's make one thing clear." Audience member An He finalized a basic topic for this Security Council session: "If you are poor, you should take care of yourself; if you are rich, you should help the world."

"Next, we will slowly advance our advancement and strive to reach the realm of Sequence 0 True God as soon as possible. We will then have the power of resurrection in our hands, and in the process, we will also drive the development of human civilization and get closer to our ideal harmonious society."

"No comment."

"I also can."

The fortune teller An He and the thief An He had no objection to this.

Audience member An He nodded, then took out the plan he had prepared long ago, materialized a whiteboard on the island of his mind, and suddenly a white research robe appeared on his body.

"We have already met the basic prerequisites, and the next step is to officially start the first step of the plan."

"So what is the first step?" The fortune teller An He raised his hand and asked curiously.

The audience member An He raised his hand slightly, and the sea of fog surged violently. Three mysterious shadows shrouded in gray-white fog appeared above the island of the mind.

He smiled slightly, his voice was very soft.

“Know the mystery.”

(End of this chapter)