A man among dragons, building a mysterious ancient church.

Chapter 20 The Audience's Potion Melts Upon Entering Their Mouth
The deep red that filled his entire field of vision quickly faded, and the view from the rooftop reappeared in Chu Zihang's eyes.

The strong wind that shook the rooftop door panel made the hem of his coat flutter loudly, and Chu Zihang found himself back in his original position.

After a two-second pause, he quickly raised his hand to check his watch: "The time is the same as my physical sensation, so is it spatial teleportation, or has my consciousness/soul gone to the mysterious palace?"

With Chu Zihang's current limited understanding of the occult, he was unable to deduce the truth and could only keep his doubts to himself for the time being.

"The city is a steel jungle, and what I need to do is play the role of a hunter."

With this in mind, Chu Zihang focused on activating his hunter's senses, slowly descended the stairs, and prepared to re-investigate the preparatory class campus.

He took out his phone and contacted Susie, a classmate at Kassel College, asking her to help him find out about Fingel.

It must be said that Susie was extremely efficient; she sent over most of Fingel's materials in less than three minutes.

Chu Zihang remained silent for several seconds, and through prayer, became the first newcomer to complete the mission.

……

Chen Motong noticed that she was still sitting on the sofa and immediately activated her profile, finding no trace of her having moved: "Truly amazing."

As she murmured to herself, Chen Motong's tone held a hint of joy. The more mysterious and powerful the old church seemed, the more at ease she felt.

"Oh right, the sacrificial ritual, and my potion!"

Thinking of this, Chen Motong didn't dare to delay. She quickly got up and drew the curtains, and then, still feeling uneasy, ran to the door and locked the hidden sliding door latch of the Regent Hotel.

That is now. Twenty years from now, all high-end hotels will use electronic locks, eliminating the need for such complicated procedures.

After preparing all this, Chen Motong excitedly took out the ceremony materials that she had asked a friend to get for her the night before, as soon as the plane landed.

A small altar made of rosewood overnight, with the top of the altar painted with a symbol of the eyeless fool.

After arranging them, they took out vanilla rose candles that only the older generation of craftsmen would make, placing one on the symbol and the other in the center of the altar.

"Isn't it a bit rudimentary?" Although these things cost a lot of money, Chen Motong still subconsciously felt that they were rudimentary.

While Mr. Fool certainly doesn't need any pig's head sacrifice, at least some gold, jade, and gemstones would be more in line with his style, right?

Forget it, strictly following the ritual requirements is the safest approach. A ritual isn't like cooking in a kitchen; you can't let her get creative.

Chen Motong obediently lit the candles, recited the name of the revered one, and then added new words: "I pray for your gaze, I pray for you to open the gates of the kingdom, I pray for your grace."

In an instant, the wind rose.

The chandelier in the suite jingled, and bottles and jars on the coffee table were blown over. Chen Motong instinctively raised her arm to protect her face.

A few seconds later, the wind surged more, but it was no longer fierce. A hazy, illusory door, seemingly separated from the real world by a membrane, appeared in front of Chen Motong!
Chen Motong stared intently at the illusory door, his mouth agape uncontrollably, his emotions soaring.

The sacrificial ceremony—this was the ceremony of the old church! Incredibly, it actually worked!
Chen Motong originally thought that the existence of the dragon race was a secret of the world. After knowing about the existence of the dragon race, she would no longer be shocked or lose her composure when she saw anything in the future.

As it turns out, she was still too young; she had never seen such a ceremony before!
The illusory door slowly opened, and thick gray fog rose and fell like waves behind it, revealing a huge, mysterious, and majestic palace.

As the gray mist surged, a bottle of magical potion filled with viscous silver liquid appeared out of thin air on the altar. Chen Motong heard the Fool's deep voice again: "Drink it."

In an instant, all the mysterious things vanished, as if there had never been a breeze in the room, and the illusory door seemed to have never appeared at all.

Only the potion on the altar lay quietly, proving that it was not an illusion.

“Yes, Mr. Fool!” Chen Motong knew the other party might not hear her, but she still said it from the bottom of her heart before curiously picking up the audience potion.

Looking at the abnormally colored medicine, she finally chose to believe it, closed her eyes, and downed it in one gulp!

The strange sense of detachment from the world, the violent malice of the dragon blood—these were all easily overcome by Chen Motong, who had always possessed a strong will. Once she felt completely relaxed, she realized that the audience's magical potions had instinctively sent her messages, informing her that she had received some kind of enhancement.

Just as Huang Tiekou had previously revealed, the audience's magic potion greatly enhanced their mental strength, making Chen Motong more clear-headed than ever before.

Then, their observational skills improve, and they can easily see through every ordinary person.

Their true thoughts can be gleaned from their words, actions, expressions, and speech.

The audience's magical potion boosts are limited to these: direct combat power? Any other magical abilities? Absolutely none.

Because Huang Tiekou had previously told Chen Motong that the audience route provided almost no combat power boost in the early stages.

With this expectation in mind, Chen Motong wouldn't be disappointed; the future is promising!

"Phew." Chen Motong completely relaxed, slumped on the sofa, and stared straight at the ceiling: "No wonder Brother Huang said that this path is suitable for me."

Isn't observational ability just a form of profiling?

Before Chen Motong could utter his third thought, a sound of something cracking echoed in his mind.

At the same time, his entire body vibrated with spiritual energy, and a message came through: the audience's magic potion had been digested.

"Huh?" Chen Motong immediately sat up straight, looking at himself in disbelief: "Melting in my mouth? What the hell is going on?"

"Didn't you say you'd be playing a role? Didn't you say it would take at least a month, and at most six months?"

"It was digested in less than a minute after I drank it?"

I was completely bewildered, absolutely bewildered.

Was the potion malfunctioning? Was there a problem with the ritual? Did something go wrong with you?
Chen Motong instantly considered many possibilities, but never doubted Mr. Fool's words.

Anxious, Chen Motong quickly grabbed the altar, wondering whether he should pray to Mr. Fool again to inquire about the current situation.

Brother Huang said that if a real emergency occurs, one can recite the name of the Venerable One to ask for help.

It is one of the benefits of joining the church and being noticed by the fools.

But after just finishing the exchange meeting and obtaining the potion through the ritual, wouldn't it seem too useless for her to immediately consult Mr. Fool?
Yes, Brother Huang, let's ask Brother Huang first!

Anxious and worried, Chen Motong was relieved that she had Huang Tiekou's contact information. She made a call and was answered shortly afterward.

"Brother Huang, I'm Chen Motong. I want to ask, is there a problem with the potion being digested right after I drink it?"

"..." There was an eerie silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds before Huang Tiekou replied, "It's nothing, this is normal."

"Do you know about role-playing?"

Upon hearing the first sentence, Chen Motong finally felt relieved and let out a small breath of relief: "I know."

"That's good. Perhaps Mr. Fool didn't tell you about the concept of acting in advance. If you've been behaving like an audience member beforehand."

"So drinking the audience potion might make it melt in your mouth, because you've already played the role beforehand."

"In short, congratulations on getting the audience to cooperate. You can pray to Mr. Fool to obtain the Sequence 8 Mind Reader's Recipe."

After saying that, Huang Tiekou hung up the phone. He never expected that Chen Motong, whom he had brought into the church, would be the first to digest the Sequence 9 potion.

Sure enough, the audience was all on.

(End of this chapter)