Mystery: Becoming a Creator Through the Doorway

Chapter 81, which we call high efficiency.

The extraordinary are superior to others, possessing unusual abilities, yet they can lose control and turn into madmen and monsters.

This news was like a bolt from the blue for Hazel; it felt like something had exploded in her mind, and her entire worldview collapsed and was rebuilt.

Before this, she had absolutely no concept of it.

Right now, she feels like a child who is learning about the concept of "death" for the first time, experiencing the bewilderment and fear of knowing that she and her loved ones will one day die.

Hazel stared intently at An Ruowang, trying to find a trace of a joke or a lie on his face.

but no.

His exceptionally handsome face displayed only solemnity, seriousness, and concern, forcing those who came to the room to dream to confront the harsh reality.

Hazel immediately tried to deny the possibility of losing control, as if winning the argument with Anruowang would prevent her from losing control.

She asked urgently, "How can I believe that what you're saying is true?"

An Ruowang was neither angry nor in a hurry to refute.

He simply stretched out his hands, mimicking Nolan, and gently tapped his temples with his index fingers: "Think about it, Miss Hazel, think about it."

"You're so smart, you'll definitely understand."

An Ruowang continued, "If you want evidence, I can take you to the church to see the files."

Hmm, or perhaps the person who helped you become an extraordinary being gave you some magical items that possess amazing abilities but also have negative effects?

If so, you should understand that nothing in this world comes without a price, and this is one aspect of the extraordinary system.

At this point, he suddenly remembered something and added, "Furthermore, if they are not crafted by artisans, then almost all magical items are formed by combining the properties extracted from the bodies of extraordinary individuals after their death with other items."

Hazel's face stiffened, and she immediately panicked.

She immediately remembered the necklace her teacher had given her.

The necklace was strung with seven translucent emerald green stones, spaced equidistantly, and surrounded by a ring of tiny diamonds.

Even in absolute darkness, it still emits a faint glow.

Hazel tried several times and found that as long as she poured all the spirituality she could control into the necklace around her neck, she could activate its effect and steal the abilities of others or animals.

If the theft is successful, her mind will be filled with mysterious symbols and patterns, and her spirit and body will undergo temporary changes as a result.

She even tried to steal a bird's ability to fly, and after succeeding, she did indeed grow wings and fly.

The feeling was amazing, like opening the door to a new world. Ever since humans first looked up at the stars in primitive times, they have longed to fly.

However, this necklace also had negative effects that made her feel uncomfortable.

This indeed corroborates An Ruowang's words.

but----

Now you're telling me that thing was actually a dead person's belongings?

Hazel's face paled, and she subconsciously raised her hand to touch her empty neck.

She didn't wear that necklace today; it was in her jewelry box in her bedroom on the third floor.

But at this moment, she could still feel its cool touch against her skin.

Hazel felt a churning in her stomach, unsure whether she felt more fear or nausea.

happy.

An Ruowang almost burst out laughing when she saw her current appearance.

You know what, Hazel looks like a frightened little lamb now, so delicate and pitiful, it's quite charming.

So cute!

An Ruowang thought for a moment, then added—no, more mercifully—"In fact, one of the great responsibilities of the Church's extraordinary beings is to deal with extraordinary beings who have gone out of control and gone mad."

"deal with?"

Heyle instinctively felt that the word made her uncomfortable.

She frowned, a hint of resistance flashing in her beautiful, deep brown eyes: "What does this mean? It's about treatment, right?"

An Ruowang looked at Hai Rou'er quietly, knowing that this was her first reaction of not wanting to accept reality.

He waited quietly for a few seconds, allowing Hazel to think for a moment, before continuing his explanation: "Bringing out-of-control Extraordinary individuals back to normal is not an easy task. Moreover—"

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An Ruowang paused, her eyes holding a meaningful look: "You should know that not everyone is valuable or necessary for someone to spend a huge amount of time, energy, money, and resources to treat him."

Upon closer examination, there are many ways to intervene in preventing and mitigating loss of control, but bringing a completely out-of-control extraordinary person back to normal is a bit more complicated.

It feels like cancer; once it reaches the late stage, it becomes extremely difficult to save, and there's no guarantee of recovery.

An Ruowang concluded: "So, don't you think that, in comparison, directly killing the monster is a more efficient option?"

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Hearing this, Hazel's face paled even more: "So, you mean if I lose control, you'll 'deal with' me too?"

An Ruowang took a deep breath, looking at her expression as if a priest were reciting a "RIP" eulogy for the deceased: "I'm sorry, I think I have to answer you this way: yes, if you lose control, we will deal with you."

If we're lucky, we might even be able to save your parents.

In fact, to prevent them from threatening public safety, the Church has never been very friendly towards unsuperhuman individuals.

In other words, if we disregard the social impact (referring to my congressman father), Anjouwang could rightfully and directly imprison Hazel in the church.

Upon hearing this, Hazel's expression towards An Ruowang immediately became somewhat timid, no longer displaying her previous arrogance and friendliness.

The happiest time is often when you know nothing; ignorance is bliss.

This could be considered the curse of knowledge. It's like how studying geology makes traveling and sightseeing feel different, or studying psychology makes interpersonal relationships feel different.

Now, in her eyes, An Ruowang is no longer just an "interesting kindred spirit," but also someone who represents the church and power, someone who can "deal with" her.

Sensing the growing distance between them, An Ruowang extended her right hand, circled it twice in the air, gave a graceful bow, and then extended her right hand again.

Subsequently, the "Midnight Rose" rooted in his body complied with An Ruowang's wishes and cooperated with his performance, peeking out from his palm.

The white rose trembled gently between his fingers, its petals shimmering softly in the sunlight.

He sang in a slightly melancholic aria: "Oh, what has destroyed your smile, beautiful lady?"

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