Mystery: Becoming a Creator Through the Doorway

Chapter 85 666, Changing Face Without Losing Beans

Hazel pondered for a moment, then curled her lip and let out a soft snort: "That's it?"

After listening, she felt that acting wasn't such a rare thing after all.

Isn't role-playing just about "thieves" stealing, "fortune tellers" divining, and "praisers" praising? What's so difficult about that?

After all, the names of the potions are the test questions and clues. As long as you do something according to the names of the potions, you'll be fine, right?

If Hazel were a wild extraordinary being born by accident and didn't know the name of the potion, then she would naturally have nothing to say.

But she knew she was a "thief".

Moreover, after she instinctively did what a "thief" should do, she could feel a sense of relief, as if something inside her had been straightened out.

It turns out she had been unconsciously playing the role all along.

How could such a simple concept become such a formidable technical barrier, a closely guarded secret of the church?

Is she too talented, avoiding my brilliance and refusing to meet my challenge, or were the previous extraordinary individuals too foolish?

The more Hazel thought about it, the more she felt she had lost out.

She even called him "brother" and blushed and her heart was pounding for a while, and this is what she got?

It's a waste of her feelings.

Hazel couldn't help but begin to suspect that An Ruowang was doing it on purpose.

Hmph, she's seen right through his little scheme.

He was just trying to get closer to her indirectly.

She raised her eyes, a slight smile playing on her lips, and teased, "You were just exaggerating the importance of acting so I'd call you 'brother,' weren't you?"

Looking at her smug expression, An Ruowang felt no anger, but rather found it somewhat amusing: "Miss Hazel, are you very proud of yourself?"

"I'm charming, of course I'm proud." Hazel snorted, her chin slightly raised, a sly glint in her deep brown eyes. "Who told someone to go to such lengths just to get closer to me and have me call him 'brother'?"

666, changing faces without losing points.

An Ruowang laughed in exasperation: "I haven't finished yet. If you don't want to listen, then forget it."

Hazel's smug expression froze: "You—you haven't finished yet?"

An Ruowang said nonchalantly, "Yeah, I only gave you the beginning. As for the rest, since you don't think it's important, then forget about it."

As he spoke, he made a move to get up.

Hazel grew anxious: "Hey!"

An Ruowang turned around: "What?"

Hazel bit her lower lip, her beautiful face flushing red and then turning pale, before finally muttering softly, "—You finish speaking."

An Ruowang just smiled at her without saying a word.

Hazel felt uneasy and annoyed by his gaze: "Why are you looking at me like that?"

An Ruowang held up one finger, a slight smile playing on her lips: "Call me 'brother' one more time, and I'll continue."

Hazel had no choice but to swallow her bitter pill and whisper, "Brother—"

An Ruowang put her right hand to her ear and tilted her head slightly: "What did you say? I can't hear you."

Hazel got angry just looking at him like that.

She took a deep breath and tried to make her voice louder: "Brother!"

An Ruowang smacked her lips, savoring the taste: "Not sweet enough?"

Hazel glared at him, both ashamed and annoyed, like a kitten that had been teased into anger.

She took a deep breath, then another.

Finally, she uttered a soft, almost sweet voice, with a hint of coquetry, and called out sweetly, "Brother~"

After shouting, Hazel dug her toes into the ground, wishing she could disappear into a crack in the earth.

The audiovisual experience was simply perfect, and An Ruowang felt incredibly comfortable watching and listening: "Okay, my dear sister, I'll continue telling you the story."

He sat down again, satisfied, and coughed lightly. The mischievous smile on his face faded, replaced by a serious expression: "What you said earlier, on the surface, is indeed correct—the impersonation method does indeed have to follow the name of the potion."

An Ruowang paused, her gaze falling on Hazel's face: "The key to potions is not mastery, but digestion; not excavation, but role-playing. The name of a potion is not only a core symbol, but also a concrete image, and even more so, the key to digestion."

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However, there is one crucial point: if you get this wrong, the more you try to act, the closer you get to losing control.

As long as you don't give up, there are always more solutions than problems.

Conversely, if the root cause is wrong, the more knowledge one has, the more reactionary one becomes, and the more one tries to play a role, the more dangerous it becomes.

Hazel, disregarding her embarrassment, raised her head, listened intently, and her deep brown eyes gleamed with a thirst for knowledge.

An Ruowang's tone turned serious: "You must remember, you are only 'playing a role.'"

Hazel paused, her beautiful brows furrowing slightly: "I'm just—acting?"

"right."

An Ruowang nodded, her gaze calm and serene: "When using the role-playing method to digest the potion, you must clearly know that you are only playing a role."

If you simply act based on the name of the potion and become lost in the role it assigns, you will weaken your self-awareness, gradually lose yourself, and be assimilated and alienated by the spirit of the potion.

He said, word by word, "By then, you will no longer be yourself." Hazel's expression changed slightly, and a hint of unease flashed in her eyes, as if she had suddenly realized that she was walking on the edge of a cliff.

Seeing her like this, An Ruowang softened her tone and continued to explain, "This is because everyone's spirituality is special and unique."

Compared to others who have taken the same potion, the core rules of conduct you need to follow when using role-playing will not change, but the corresponding boundaries will be different and not similar.

Therefore, even for extraordinary individuals who follow the same path, the experiences of others in digesting and playing out their roles can only serve as a reference.

Hazel nodded thoughtfully, her eyes less smug and more filled with contemplation: "So, if I use the role-playing method safely and correctly, how long will it take me to digest the 'Thief' potion?"

An Ruowang thought for a moment and replied, "Under low-sequence conditions and strict role-playing, it takes at least one month and at most half a year to completely digest the potion."

After all, not everyone can be as lucky as him.

Hearing this, Hazel's eyes lit up.

A month?

Wouldn't that be very fast?

As for the part about "at most half a year," she didn't listen at all.

After all, no one wants to admit that they are an idiot.

Looking at her eager expression, An Ruowang added with a smile, "In addition, depending on the connotation of the different potion names, extraordinary individuals can sometimes digest higher-sequence potions in advance by performing the role-playing role."

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