My wife, who's in a vegetative state, please stop eavesdropping on my thoughts.

2. Conquest System Tier 8 Sequence – Advanced Potions for the Inquisitor Path

Rank 8 Judge.

Weiss had no idea which level 9 superhuman had advanced to this level.

After all, the information function of the World Book is too useless; it doesn't have the function of a complete illustrated encyclopedia at all.

If the system of extravagance has a mysterious and unpredictable name...

Throughout history, all emperors and rulers who have reigned over the world have been extraordinary individuals who have mastered the system of conquest.

"Conquest" is a synonym for supreme and perfect.

However, although the Conquest system is generally considered noble, Weiss had never heard of any cases of job change, so he simply skipped over it.

For him, the only option left is to sell it for money.

3. Randomly select an unclaimed forbidden item numbered 900-1000.

The last option was a forbidden item with a number starting with 1000, but the one he received, Wei Xiao, has a number of 1411.

This time, the numbering range has been increased to three digits.

The smaller the number, the stronger the taboo, and the more dangerous it is.

Although this thing is definitely more expensive than an 8th-tier potion, for Weiss at this point, nothing is a greater boost than a climate mage's potion.

4. Foreseeing a future death

Weiss stared at the line of text for a long time.

To foresee a future death.

The literal meaning is quite clear.

You can see the scene of your next death.

"What a pity. If my current attributes and stats were already very high, I would actually be a little concerned about where I might die."

"But what if what I foresee is the scene of me dying of old age?"

"What's the difference between this and losing a hundred million?"

Weiss is not afraid of death.

I'm afraid he's not dead.

Wouldn't it be a waste to squander a promotion opportunity like this?

Perhaps I will often think about this waste in the future, and I will not be able to rest in peace until the day I die, still regretting the choice I made today.

As for the last ten years of his life, Weiss couldn't even be bothered to think about it.

This option is simply a roadside path.

A lifespan of 10 years is significantly longer than the previous 3 years.

But at his age, lifespan is the least valuable thing.

After all five options appeared, Weiss leaned back in his chair and fell silent.

This round is on a much higher level than the last one.

Extremely luxurious.

Last time, most of the five options were level 9 resources, but this time they have jumped directly to level 8.

As a seasoned roguelike player, Weiss naturally wouldn't make a random choice; he directly and without hesitation chose option one.

The Climate Master's Advanced Potion.

"To put it bluntly, anyone who chooses any other reward at this point must have lost their mind."

"I get angry every time I read a novel online and come across a part like this."

"A bunch of idiot authors have no talent other than forcibly increasing the protagonist's combat power..."

After making a few unintentional complaints, Weiss was already quite impatient.

If their level 9 support superhumans can only do odd jobs to make ends meet...

Those level 8 superhumans are on a completely different level.

Besides being able to skip the screening and join the night patrol directly...

Some were recruited by nobles who begged them to join.

Both their combat power and status skyrocketed.

Weiss truly never imagined that the World Book could so easily offer such an outrageous reward.

Okay, I misunderstood this thing before...

By taking the potion, one can advance directly from Sequence 9 to Sequence 8, changing careers to become a Weather Man and gaining the powerful ability to control the weather.

Weiss was already fantasizing about the classic scene where he would tell everyone he met that his combat power was 53.

Select option 1

A Natural Sequence 8th Rank, advanced potion for the Climatologist path is currently being crafted.

Successfully made

A faint golden light flashed by.

A small vial shimmering with silver light appeared in Weiss's hand.

The bottle is slender and translucent, a smoky gray in color. The stopper is made of dark cork, tightly bound with a silver thread, and a tiny cloud-shaped mark is pressed onto the seal. The liquid inside flows gently, shimmering with a hazy silvery-white luster, as if a small storm has been sealed within the glass.

This is the advanced potion for the Climate Master...

He didn't even glance at it, and immediately opened it and drank it down in a panic, faster than a starving ghost reincarnating.

In the online novels he read in his previous life, after obtaining such precious resources, any unforeseen event that resulted from wasting even a second was a double blessing: the author's parents' ashes were hit by a dump truck on their way to the crematorium.

Chapter 14: Advancement to Rank 8!

After Weiss hurriedly drank the liquid in the bottle in one gulp, his brows furrowed tightly, and his expression turned bitter.

It tastes absolutely awful!!

Although it's not as bitter as freshly brewed pure Chinese medicine, it's at least comparable to Huoxiang Zhengqi Water.

It took Weiss half a minute to suppress the urge to vomit.

He then looked down at his hands with some confusion, examining them over and over again, but there seemed to be no change.

There was neither the burning sensation rumored after taking the potion, nor any exaggerated reactions such as a surge in strength or bulging of meridians.

"Could it be counterfeit medicine?"

"No, it shouldn't be that bad. After all, I didn't have any strong reaction on the day I awakened. I was just eating and working normally, and it wasn't until an hour later that I realized I had become a superhuman."

Weiss stopped overthinking and decided to lie down in bed and take a nap before deciding what to do next.

However, at this moment—

Without any warning.

Weiss suddenly felt as if an invisible hand was gently clenching his internal organs, then abruptly releasing them. A tingling sensation spread from his chest to his limbs, as if every pore on his body had been opened at the same time.

"Boom!!!"

An extremely strong invisible current surged out from his pores.

This is on a completely different level from the intense impact when the addict first awakened.

It was no longer a gentle, soothing breeze.

Instead, it was an extremely oppressive, explosive cyclone.

Suddenly, his clothes and hair were blown upwards by a strong vortex.

All the strands of hair were wildly blown about by the strong wind, forming a disorderly and messy frizzy state.

Weiss glanced at his hairstyle in the full-length mirror next to him.

Good grief, the Super Saiyan is here.

No discounts, just the original flavor.

Even Akira Toriyama would probably give it a thumbs up.

Weiss felt his demeanor suddenly become several times more flamboyant, and he immediately chanted in his mind, "Calm down, calm down, calm down, don't get excited," trying to suppress the force of the wind as soon as possible.

A few seconds later, the intense whirlwind gradually subsided, dissipating into an invisible aftershock, and Weiss's hair fell down with it.

But the physical changes go far beyond just hairstyle.

Almost at the same instant, Weiss felt an unprecedented level of perception.

Within a radius of about one meter around him, an extremely faint but real whirlwind force field appeared.

It wasn't a tangible, visible wind; it was more like an aura, an ethereal, intangible energy.

When dust particles in the air pass around his body, they involuntarily undergo an extremely subtle deflection, as if they are being gently pushed by some invisible barrier.

At the same time, everything outside the window became exceptionally clear.

He could almost feel the movement of the wind within a hundred meters of the window.

Wind speed, wind direction, and everything that the breeze touched were presented to his perception like an intricate spiderweb radar.

After calming down, he tried to use his mind to control the whirlwind force field around him.

The moment the thought arose, the force field responded immediately.

The wind direction can be changed at will—clockwise, counterclockwise, up, down, inward, outward, any direction and any action is permissible.

It seems that wind resistance can also be adjusted; it can make the force field so gentle that it is almost non-existent, or it can make it strong enough to push a teacup off the table.

After experimenting for a while, Weiss casually snapped his fingers.

"boom!"

With a thud.

The open window was forcibly closed by the strong wind.

Weiss was almost overwhelmed by his own impressive performance.

Intrigued, he continued testing for a while and discovered that the force field was essentially a small protective shield that could slow down physical attacks, push away approaching objects, and even interfere with the trajectory of projectiles to some extent.

And more importantly—

When Weiss tried to concentrate all his thoughts on the force field, extending the concept of "wind" from a meter around his body to a wider area, he vaguely felt...

A ridiculously absurd illusion that one is omnipotent.

It was as if he could make this force field continue to spread, until it radiated across the sky, forcibly altering the celestial phenomena.

The direction of the clouds, the distribution of air pressure, the condensation of water vapor... all this information flooded into his perception in a vague but real way.

It was as if some mysterious force was telling him that he had this authority.

"This is the power of an eighth-tier climate master..."

"Does a level 9 wind addict feel like they could sit at the same table as a young Border Collie?"

Having completed his advancement, Weiss couldn't resist starting to criticize one while praising another.

Of course, he has just advanced to the next level and cannot yet change the weather of the entire city on a large scale, but he can still do so if it only covers the area of ​​the Selene family.

After all, large-scale weather manipulation is obviously extremely taxing on the mind and energy. Weiss only casually manipulated the wind and developed a negative state similar to hypoxia.

He immediately opened the window again to let in some fresh air.

At this moment, leaning against the window, feeling the completely different power within his body, Weiss couldn't help but sigh in his heart once again.

This is completely different from being a drug addict...

If a wind addict is a lit incense stick, emitting calming smoke, then a weatherman is a sleeping storm, capable of upheaving a city at any moment.

He has now finally officially entered the ranks of the extraordinary.

No, rather, it's more accurate to say that all the 9th-order sequences of natural systems are somewhat off the mark in terms of combat power.

If we're only talking about individual combat strength, to put it bluntly, any well-trained ordinary soldier could easily chop them into mincemeat.