When evil gods hold a meeting in my head

"Although your professor is strange, I agree with him. I'm also very relieved that you're alive and healthy!"

Because you don't want to lose some assets for nothing... Richard has seen through this profit-driven woman.

Me too.

Who doesn't want to live a good life? Richard smiled wryly.

Since arriving in this world, he has been troubled by Professor Puta, constantly worried about whether the voice inside him will pose a threat, and even has to be wary of a neighbor with superhuman powers!

Not long ago, he also lost a piece of silk that was enough to rent an entire building for two years. After it was woven into a top hat, it lost its unique brand identity—no matter how good a product is, it can't sell for a good price without a reputation.

It's a miracle that they can live such a hard life...

Mrs. Rosalie added, "This ticket needs to be stamped with 'steam' ink to be valid, and your professor said... he left the ink in the lab, so you'll have to go get it yourself."

This is such a hassle.

A fleeting thought crossed Richard's eyes that he might want to throw away the ticket, but then he thought again, this is something about Professor Puta, perhaps the professor has ulterior motives.

Or perhaps, he might discover something strange, related to a curse, in the gallery!

Puta is a seemingly refined person with impure motives. He may very well have set up the ritual that would attract the evil god in advance in the bustling gallery... Going to the gallery is dangerous, but also necessary!

Richard pursed his lips: "I'll go to the school, Sister Rosalie. If I can find any extra tickets, I'll definitely send them to you!"

"Will I then be able to visit high-end art galleries with my lovely, poor students?"

"Yes." Richard nodded.

"Then you should get some rest! Make sure you're well-rested so you can go to school early tomorrow. Remember, you still owe me three months' rent, with interest. If you have any conscience, you'll probably remember the money I gave you for the tickets!" Rosalie waved to Richard.

She discovered that this college student was far from the bookish type she had imagined! There were plenty of ways to tease and exploit him, which stirred up some memories of her own youth…

After a brief farewell, Rosalie tiptoed down the small wooden stairs, her figure gradually disappearing from sight.

Richard waited a while until the footsteps were too quiet to hear before closing the door.

Do you have to charge for free tickets...?

He glanced at the "Steam Gallery" ticket on his right, thinking to himself, "Anna seems to really like painting. Maybe she goes to the gallery too... But after the school bombing, it might be locked down? Then I won't be able to get the inkpad!"

Thinking of this, Richard silently placed the important ticket under his pillow.

As darkness fell, he picked up a match from the bedside table and lit the rush candle next to it.

"call……"

Fortunately, Rosalie didn't intend to go inside, otherwise she would have discovered a bloodstained box hidden in the fireplace and a floor dented by a sewing machine.

This will be another huge debt...

It all started with Alice, but now it seems a blind woman has also been drawn into the mix!

Richard sighed silently, "Even the landlady has never seen Anna. How did she manage that?"

I don't know where Anna went. She seems to arrive suddenly one second and leave in the next...

What a mysterious fellow!

He took off his top hat and smoothed his flattened hair.

After using the top hat a few times, Richard concluded that it had two effects: producing intense heat without harming the wearer, and the ability to purify the mind and maintain clarity!

As for other capabilities, they are still unknown and awaiting exploration.

"Even hats made of silk are this amazing. If... we could use Anna's newspapers as material, what could a sewing machine 'create'?" Richard took out the newspapers folded near his chest.

This newspaper, which Anna imbued with extraordinary qualities, appeared so ordinary, yet it plunged Richard into a hallucination from which he could hardly escape.

If it weren't for the top hat protecting him, he might still be in the café, staring blankly at Alice who never existed.

Richard wondered what he looked like in other people's eyes at the time. Maybe... like a mental patient? He chuckled to himself.

He gently smoothed out the newspaper, brushed off the remaining charcoal ash, and prepared to put his idea of ​​tailoring newspapers into practice immediately!

"If newspapers could be 'created' into something extraordinary, then this sewing machine would be incredibly useful," Richard said quietly, thanking Alice for her gift.

After a moment of thought, he placed his hands reverently on the newspaper, repeating in his mind that he needed something usable, that retained the hallucinatory properties, and that was easy to carry.

He didn't deliberately choose a specific shape, which is quite remarkable for someone who has trouble making decisions!

Since the previous top hat was fairly satisfactory, he decided to let the sewing machine have free rein to create the final shape of the item.

Crunch, crunch!

The sewing machine's hand crank spins rapidly, turning on the light. The illusory light and shadow, filtering through the perforated baffle, create a Tyndall effect, much like sunlight filtering through leaves, outlining a beautiful scene.

The needle hooks invisible lines, the needle bar is pushed up and down, and each stitch is precisely inserted into the newspaper, creating indescribable shapes.

As the sewing machine gradually stopped working, the newspaper had already transformed into an inconspicuous ring in an invisible white light.

Judging from its appearance, it is no longer possible to tell that the ring was "created" from newspapers. The outer ring is covered with scrambled tadpole-like characters, and a magical purple mist surrounds it.

Richard's mind began to cloud as soon as he looked at it with his naked eyes, and his heart felt as if it were in a state of weightlessness.

This state only eased when he put the ring on.

"It really worked! Newspapers can be sewn into extraordinary objects!"

But it really was dangerous... Richard rubbed his aching head, feeling a lingering fear.

The ring subtly influenced his perception, a feeling even stronger than the hallucinations he experienced in the coffee shop… The sewing machine may have amplified the ring to some extent!

The ring is very hard, indistinguishable from silver.

He pointed his right hand at the mosquito above his head, mentally conjuring an image of an electric mosquito swatter, then snapped his fingers: "You'll absolutely be terrified of this thing!"

The purple mist gathered around the mosquito step by step, just as Richard wanted, and hallucinations filled its mind as the mist enveloped it.

It was so frightened that it trembled all over and flew wildly in the air, drawing several crooked figure-eight shapes before finally falling stiffly to the ground.

Even though there are no electric mosquito swatters in this world, mosquitoes are still scared to death!

Just as expected.

The sonic boom from Richard's fingertips produced a mist with a powerful hallucinogenic effect, imprinting Richard's fantasy of an electric mosquito swatter into the mosquito's consciousness, allowing it to see an electric swatter that had never existed in this world before.

"not bad."

When he first touched the ring, he instinctively wanted to snap his fingers.

He kept hearing a voice and seeing a vision in his mind, instructing him to snap his fingers with the hand wearing the ring, and telling him that as long as he did so, the illusion would consume everything!

This may stem from the spiritual influence of extraordinary objects on humans… Richard pondered.

Therefore, he chose to wear the ring on his middle finger, which he would use to snap his fingers, in case the ring became ineffective in the future.

This ring is perfect! The "hallucinogenic properties" mentioned in the newspaper have been completely incorporated into it.

He has already taken a life, successfully stepping halfway into the realm of the extraordinary.

The ring is already a qualified "surprise object." If he knew that the creation of a supernatural item often signifies the death of a supernatural being, he would definitely feel nauseous...

[Heh, let's be quiet. I don't want to say too much before the one above wakes up. Now, I need to savor the wonderful hallucinogenic scent emanating from the ring. Ah... it reminds me of some kind of drug.]

Blending? That sounds like something only a juicer would do.

These extraordinary items, categorized by emotions such as "surprise," "joy," and "fear," may have "inherited" the residual characteristics of the extraordinary individuals who possessed these abilities...

Could this lead to the emergence of a warlike faction among superhumans who hunt down others in order to obtain more powerful items?

If that's the case, then that's truly cruel!

Richard analyzed the potential information in the sudden voice and suspected that there were far more than two hidden inside him!

However, they are currently unable to detach from their physical bodies and cause physical harm... Richard has already begun to enjoy the thrill of acquiring knowledge without paying a price.

If I had the chance, could I ask them to give me a presentation about "extraordinary" things?

Let's also discuss how to break a deadly curse!

As Richard thought this, he set his alarm for 7 a.m. the next morning: "Tomorrow I'll go get the inkpad and try to explore Professor Puta's lab. Maybe I can find the source of the curse—the ice!"

He didn't have any plans to infiltrate the bombing site yet, as that might increase the chances of something going wrong. So, if the school wasn't sealed off and the students could get in... he would try to avoid the destroyed school building tomorrow.

He blew out the candles, lay down on the bed, and Richard slumped into the blankets.

The dark red moon hung high in the sky, and only a few carriages occasionally passed by on the street, their wheels hitting the protruding stones with a crisp sound. After the carriages had gone far away, No. 17 West Street fell silent, and he slowly drifted off to sleep.

In his dream, Richard met Alice.

She sat upright in a room filled with green pendants, wearing a ring that Richard had "created" with a sewing machine. A reptile that looked like a gecko was perched on the table beside her.

The table faces the window, and a gentle breeze blows in, carrying a few green leaves that drift to the reptile's mouth, where they are chewed.

Richard quietly walked up behind Alice and saw her writing in her diary with a white quill pen:

"I saw the extraordinary, and the medals of the Frozen Era spanning hundreds of years. I thought I could escape with the secrets, but I could not escape my predetermined fate."

"I can't even talk about what is known or what is going to happen; mentioning it will only hasten its arrival."

"Only today did I realize that my family possesses immeasurable wealth, for which I am deeply sorry for borrowing Richard's living expenses."

"I hope he can still hear my explanation, before I'm toyed with to death by fate..."

Suddenly, as if sensing something, she turned around and looked behind her, her gaze landing squarely on Richard's chest: "The curse has already taken over your entire body, how... how did you survive?"