The past was built upon collecting unique characteristics.

The torrential rain poured down like a waterfall.

Quilt gritted his teeth, and suddenly bursts of flame erupted from the two gunshot wounds on his right leg and left shoulder, scorching the muscles torn apart by the bullets.

The flesh and blood charred and solidified under high temperature, temporarily serving to disinfect and stop the bleeding.

This caused him so much pain that he almost fainted, but he had no choice but to do it. Dragging around two bleeding wounds was very detrimental to his fighting ability.

Rather than dying from excessive blood loss, it is indeed better to release the ether's protective mechanism and stop the bleeding in this brutal way, so that at least there will be a chance for treatment in the future.

"Damn it! I will make you... make you suffer a thousand times more pain than this!" Quilt roared madly, reaching out to grab the flames. A long whip made of flames materialized and landed with dazzling sparks.

Morian remained calm, reaching into his robes and pulling out a test tube filled with a magma-like liquid.

Resistance agents!

Just watch closely, this thing was specially prepared to face you head-on!

He squeezed the bottle cap tightly and poured all the liquid inside into his mouth without hesitation.

The viscous liquid had just flowed into my throat when a burning sensation suddenly struck, but this feeling only lasted for a few seconds and was tolerable.

Just as the potion took effect, the flaming whip lashed out, setting the ground ablaze wherever it passed. The whip twisted in the air, blocking any space to dodge left or right.

The flames that make up the whip seem to have a strong adhesive quality; once they get on it, even a heavy rain cannot extinguish them immediately.

Snapped!

The flaming whip struck solidly where Morian had been standing, scattering countless sparks and shattering the stone slabs on the ground, but it missed its mark.

The blurry figure solidified again a few meters away.

Morian counted the number of times he had passed through, and although he had successfully created some distance, a few sparks from the splashes stained the hem of his trench coat, burning through several large holes.

Unexpectedly, those sparks, like leaping musical notes, split apart again after touching the trench coat, creating a secondary splash.

The sparks, like greedy parasites, burned through the damp fabric yet still touched the skin beneath, sending a searing, burning pain through it.

Although the protection provided by the resistant agent is not absolute, and pain and burns to the skin cannot be avoided, it at least prevents the terrible consequences of severe adhesion to the flames and serious damage to internal organs.

However, the splash range is too large, and the whip has a very strong reach. If one continues to fight at medium to long range, one will undoubtedly be put in a passive position.

Having figured this out, Morian didn't retreat but advanced, taking swift and decisive steps to quickly close the distance to his target.

"You're running pretty fast, why don't you keep going?" Quilt grinned, flicking his wrist to send out his flame whip, which instantly split into three streams of orange-red flame that surrounded and attacked from three directions.

Seeing that he couldn't dodge it, Morian simply charged straight at the flames.

Just as the foremost stream of flames was about to touch him, his figure blurred again!

"Pass through!"

Having used up his precious second teleportation opportunity, Morian's figure, like a ghost, bypassed the blockade of the flames and appeared directly in front of Quilt.

He slashed the rain curtain with his sword, aiming straight for the opponent's neck!

Spatial abilities?!

Seeing that Morian could use this strange displacement ability repeatedly, Quilt was shocked.

His extensive combat experience allowed him to instinctively control the flames to defend, even without time to think.

The three leaping streams of flame, summoned, instantly rolled back and transformed back into flame whips that wrapped around the swung blade.

"laugh!"

The moment the flame whip touched the blade, the wolf spirit attached to it immediately "climbed" along the incoming flames, heading straight for the source of the flame whip and its owner.

These shadows relentlessly "tear" at the flames, and in just a few seconds the flame whip had dimmed, as if it would disappear in the next second. A nameless fear originating from the soul suddenly exploded in Quilt's heart, causing him to hesitate and be afraid for a moment, and he lost the courage to hold on.

Morian immediately seized this fleeting opening, severing the last wisp of flame, and swung it fiercely at Quilt's defenseless neck.

Swish-!

The tactile sensation of metal cutting through flesh is felt on the hand.

However, this feeling was not obvious. It was not like the resistance that a sharp blade should feel when cutting into muscle. It was more like cutting into a ball of elastic cotton, without any real sensation.

The blade did slice through Quilt's neck, but it stopped there.

What was revealed beneath the skin was not flesh or throat! Instead, it was countless pulsating, flowing fire elements, surging beneath the skin like lava, replacing flesh and bones!

Morian felt a chill run down his spine, a strong sense of crisis spreading through his body. He decisively used his last chance to travel to create distance and disappeared from the spot.

Boom!

Sure enough, in the very next second after disappearing, Quilt's upper body exploded violently without warning.

Flames shot into the sky, their power no less than that of several napalm bombs.

A figure slowly emerged from the flames. Quilt's clothes had all disappeared, leaving only a "fireman" engulfed in flames.

"I admit it! You're really interesting as an Ascended to Lv1, and you've done a great job."

Quilt laughed maniacally, as if he had finally won a move. "But do you know what the most fundamental difference is between Lv1 and Lv2?"

He extended a finger made of fire element and sneered, "It's an 'inherent ability' that comes with advancing to the next level."

"Unfortunately, no matter how much you struggle, the suppression between levels is absolute."

Inherent skill? Morian's thoughts stirred slightly, and he used "Analysis" to lock onto the burning figure.

[Destiny's Affiliation: "Elementalist"]

Ether: Fooling the Actors

[Characteristics: "Elementalism", "Performativeness", "Deceptiveness"]

Not long ago, after witnessing Charlotte's superhuman strength, Morian had guessed that she might also possess some kind of extraordinary ability, and the girl readily admitted it.

At that time, he even asked Charlotte what her "fate" was.

I remember a hint of sadness flashing deep in the girl's eyes, before she forced out her usual sweet and harmless smile again.

"I'm a gardener." That was her answer.

Morian didn't think too much about it; with his limited knowledge of extraordinary things, he couldn't delve any deeper.

Sometimes, overthinking can lead to hesitation and timidity, and an excessive awe of the unknown at crucial moments.

At this moment, when a higher-ranking enemy stands before him, all he can do is the simplest thing—"drink the potion."

Morian quickly took out a small bottle filled with green liquid, gulped it down, and then casually tossed the empty bottle aside.

I don't care about your special skills, I'll just drink potions and wear you down right now!

I don't have much of anything, except for a lot of recovery medicine!