Simultaneous Travel: Becoming a Legend in the Heavens.

Chapter 336 Extraordinary
The Dragon Bar, Docklands.

Luke, dressed neatly in a suit, walked leisurely towards the heavily closed door.

Compared with before, he had undergone some subtle changes. His already good figure had improved even further, his eyes were deep, as if he could see through everything, his clean and slender fingers trembled rhythmically, as nimble as a master playing the piano.

Just now, he had performed a ritual to separate the Beyonder characteristics of Sequence 9 and Sequence 8, and ate the Sequence 9 "Thief" Beyonder characteristic.

The "Thief" path, one of the three Gou families, sequence 9 "Thief", slightly enhanced physique, sharper perception, more sensitive hands, and the most core "stealing" ability of the entire sequence.

Before Sequence 6 "Fire Thief", the stolen items are limited to physical objects, and Sequence 8 "Swindler" and Sequence 7 "Cryptologist" are not inclined towards combat. They can be said to be the weakest batch in the early stages of all paths.

In addition to the fact that the "Thief" path is indeed not a frontal combat type, another part of the reason comes from the current pinnacle of this path - "Blasphemer" Amon.

Those at higher positions in the pathway sequence can modify the sequences below to a certain extent, but this god of mischief who enjoys playing tricks on others, a mythical creature who is inherently lacking in humanity, directly deleted many of the skills and mystical knowledge of the thief's pathway.

It can be said that he is as bad a person of fun as Zuowangdao next door.

Lu Ke estimated in his mind how long it would take to digest Sequence 9. It would take about one to two weeks. If he could perform a certain level of role-playing, it would be faster.

Well... it's a bit slow, but it's acceptable.

Strive to become an existence above the Sequence 2 Angel within half a year to a year.

As long as he becomes a complete mythical creature, he can borrow enough blessings from his original body and use the "invasion" symbol to pass through the barrier set up by the Heavenly Venerable and come to the Western Continent.

By then, any source essence outside of "Source Castle" and "Chaos Sea" can be basically chosen at will. The high-ranking people on the Western Continent have been tortured to death by the several source essences, and they are eager for someone to take over.

As long as he promises to contribute when doomsday comes, the other side will probably feed the source material directly into his mouth. The only thing he needs to pay attention to is to control his food intake, so as not to eat too much source material and cause uncontrollable aggregation, awakening the original creator and truly "returning all things to one".

Wasn't this the reason why Lao Deng gave him this symbol in the first place?

Do you think that the brainless idiot "Original Hunger" is unable to make the "Convergence" big enough to attract all the Old Ones to gather together, so you created a youthful version of his entity but with brains and more in line with his essence?

Pushing open the heavy door, the bustling pub pulled Lu Ke away from his thoughts. A stuffy heat mixed with the smell of alcohol made him frown.

"Beat him till even his mother can't recognize him, 'Lightning'!"

"Rip his balls off! Blackback, I'm putting all my weight on you!"

In the central boxing ring, two muscular men with bare upper bodies were fighting each other, while dozens of drinkers in the audience were shouting loudly to express their support for their opponents, mixed with all kinds of obscenities that were unbearable to read.

Listening to the drinkers' lively and wild desires, Lu Ke laughed and shook his head. He had been thinking a little too far just now, so he had better take it one step at a time.

With a calm expression, he leisurely squeezed into the crowd. The drinkers who were in a frenzy were not disturbed by this tiny move and did not notice it.

By the time Luke walked out from the other end of the crowd, his pockets were bulging. He walked to the corner and took out wallets one after another from his pocket.

Just now, he turned into a thief and successfully stole a group of people's wallets!
The potion began to digest.

Lu Ke closed his eyes and felt it for a while, then nodded slightly.

The cost of stealing and digesting potions is estimated from many aspects, including the value of the stolen item, the importance the stolen item holds for the victim, the difficulty of the theft, and whether the theft is successful, etc., which are combined into a complex system.

The drunkards in the tavern were not rich people, and they were in a state of tipsiness and enthusiasm, so they didn't pay much attention to their wallets, so it was not difficult to steal them, but the successful theft without making any noise still resulted in the digestion of the potion.

Judging from now, if you repeat the behavior just now once a day, it will only take a week to complete the digestion of the "thief" through "digestion" and "acting" simultaneously, and prepare for the promotion to "swindler".

Luke nodded thoughtfully, went back into the crowd and squeezed through again. When he came out, his pockets were deflated, and he returned all the wallets.

The poor have too little money and a low ability to take risks. A difference of one pound or even one soli could ruin a family and turn residents into homeless people.

The corrupt gangsters are another matter. He is not so short of money that he would attack ordinary people who have not violated the law, and...

Lu Ke looked at the clueless drinkers, a smile appeared on his face, and his tall and slender figure squeezed into the crowd again.

What I mean is, is it possible to treat these drunkards as experience monsters and keep killing them?
……

After a moment, Lu Ke walked around several rooms with an expressionless face and came to the billiard room.

His attempt to fix the bug failed.

Is it reasonable that the bug path does not allow bugs to be stuck?
Why don’t you stop the “fortune teller” from fortune-telling and stop the “door” from opening?
The two people playing basketball inside stopped playing when they saw someone coming in and spoke in a low voice.

"What's the matter?"

“I want to enter the underground market.”

"Who introduced you?"

Luke remembered the extraordinary characteristic of "Trickster" in his hand, which was that the potion could be played in advance.

He displayed the unique majesty of a superior, with obvious displeasure in his eyes and a polite and distant tone, with a hint of doubt in his politeness.

"You have to be accompanied by someone before you can go. Is this Swain's rule?"

He did not reveal his identity, but his upper-class leadership style still made the two employees feel inexplicably frightened, and they felt that the man opposite them was some big shot.

Swain is the owner of the Dragon Bar, the former captain of the "Manufactured Punishers" team of the Church of the Storm, and a Sequence 8 "Raging Citizen" like the current "Hanged Man" Alger.

The leader forced a smile and said, "No, it's just that the boss told us to be careful and try to entertain regular customers. You also know about the strange celestial phenomena a few days ago."

Another person added, "Several major churches have implemented a certain degree of martial law and increased the frequency of patrols. They seem to think that changes in celestial phenomena are dangerous."

The displeasure in Lu Ke's eyes increased a little, and he seemed not satisfied with their answers. Seeing this, the two men panicked. Adhering to the principle of less trouble is worse than more, they chose to give way.

They had no way of confirming whether Lu Ke really knew the boss, but if he did, it would be a big problem. The tempers of the "angry people" were not very good, and they were still very afraid of the boss.

After all, bosses all over the world are basically the kind of people who like to find trouble when there is no trouble, make a big deal out of small things, and use all means to exploit and squeeze their employees.

"I hope you don't mind offending you before, sir."

The two men took Lu Ke around a few corners and through several rooms. Suddenly, the view in front of them opened up and they saw a place as big as a university lecture hall.

There are people setting up stalls here, which are piled with bottles and jars, and there are people walking among them, examining, communicating, or comparing prices.

"Golden spring water from Sonia Island, star crystal, golden grass powder..."

Lu Ke looked at each stall one by one, looking a little disappointed.

Basically, they are all auxiliary materials, with only a small number of low-sequence main materials, and the prices are relatively expensive. Tingen is just a small place after all. Apart from the three major churches, the things that ordinary Beyonders can produce are generally of low quality.

Well, the quality of the Beyonders was not high either. At a glance, basically all the wild Beyonders were Sequence 9, so he couldn't eat them even if he wanted to.

Fortunately, there were a full range of firearms, and Lu Ke successfully bought a special revolver. It had a good range and power, and it fired smoothly, so it wasn't a wasted trip.

He also bought a box of bullets and some auxiliary materials, and then used a ritual to add a buff to make enchanted bullets, which would not be a big problem when dealing with spirits or curses.

……

So expensive! Klein looked at himself in the mirror wearing formal clothes. He protested that it would cost a lot of money to improve his image a little bit, and his eyes were full of heartache.

A suit that is not that good actually costs eight pounds and five soli. It is simply a robbery. Is there no one to do anything about it?!
Why didn't they set up a market inspection bureau or consumer association when Emperor Roselle came? Or did they already have one, but it's still so expensive?
He counted the advance bills in his hand again and again with a distressed look, and finally pretended to be indifferent and handed it over to the clerk with a somewhat speechless look.

The clerk tugged at the banknote that seemed to be stuck, took it with a little force, and went through the routine with a businesslike smile.

"Registering your information will get you free cleaning and repairs for a limited time. If it's not serious, do you need to register?"

"Hmm...I think so."

Klein pretended to think for a moment, as a respectable man would be wary of leaving a message, and then he flipped open the roster handed over by the clerk.

While registering his information, Klein suddenly saw a striking name in the top two rows, and his hand holding the pen trembled.

Genova Tav Alexander?
Klein swallowed his saliva. This name didn't quite fit Tingen... No! It didn't quite fit the naming convention of the entire Loen Kingdom!
Especially the "Jenova", if I remember correctly, this thing is something from "Final Fantasy", an intelligent creature from outer space, whose true face has not been fully revealed yet. It has extremely high intelligence, is highly aggressive and cunning, has the ability to mimic all creatures, and is born with the will to destroy the planet.

It’s not surprising that a single thing has the same name as something in the game of the previous life, but the situation of “intelligent creatures from outer space” fits the meaning of “time travel” exactly!
He didn't know much about the "Taf" in the middle, and the "Alexander" at the back, the original owner had never heard of this surname in his twenty years of life. However, Alexander, the "Conqueror King" on the original Earth, was extremely famous.

He wouldn’t run into a fellow villager, would he?

The second compatriot after Emperor Roselle who fell a hundred years ago?

The living kind!

Klein's heart was beating fast as he eagerly glanced at the residence named "Genoa", Apartment 1, Daffodil Street. He barely managed to register the information and then walked out quickly without stopping.

This was a bit imprudent and not careful enough, but he couldn't hide his excitement.

Living compatriots, living compatriots!
"One Daffodil Street."

Klein stopped a carriage and gave the address. He walked over and waited anxiously. His breathing became rapid and his fingers unconsciously clasped his knees. Joy, hesitation, excitement, fear... several emotions were constantly intertwined.

It’s like suddenly arriving in a strange city, losing your cell phone and ID card, and not being able to find the way home, so you have to live in a foreign country for a long time. When it seems like returning home is nowhere in sight, you suddenly see something familiar. That feeling is really hard to describe.

"Thank God I am not mistaken. They must be compatriots."

Mr. Klein repeated his words. If the location had not been inappropriate, he would have wanted to recite "Blessings be upon the Heavenly Lord" twice more. He clasped his hands together and prayed.

"Don't be a bad guy, don't be a bad guy..."

After a pause, he continued to add.

"It would be best if it's from the Great Foodie Empire, it would be best if it's from the Great Foodie Empire..."

He would be so happy to be able to speak Chinese!

A moment later, Klein walked to the door of the apartment with excitement. He took a deep breath, straightened his hair and clothes, smoothed the wrinkles on his trouser legs, and knocked on the door.

After a few seconds, footsteps were heard and the door opened.

Along with it came a fragrant aroma. It was the aroma of food. It was strong, pungent, and aroused a strong appetite. Klein had never smelled such a mouth-watering aroma.

But what made Klein happier than the delicious food was Parrott holding the spatula.

It’s confirmed, he is a compatriot from the Great Foodie Empire on Earth!
Parrot: (⊿)

Parrot looked at Klein who suddenly came to his door with confusion, and there was a flash of vigilance in his eyes. Are the gang members coming to seek revenge?

Klein did not notice Parrot's alienation. On the contrary, he suddenly felt that Parrot's gray eyes were extremely kind, and that the way he held the spatula was particularly touching.

He could even feel the same loneliness and melancholy from Parrot, and feel the connection between him and the other person!

"The earth vibrates high and high, and the mountains and rivers are beautiful through the ages."

Klein excitedly stepped forward and exchanged secret signals in Chinese, but this frightened Parrot so much that he retreated and dodged in panic, thinking that the person in front of him who was mumbling meaningless words was a lunatic.

He received the gift of cooking and did not know Chinese.

Pfft!Pfft!
The two men pushed each other and struggled at the door. In panic, Parrot punched Klein in the stomach twice, hitting him so hard that his eyes turned red, but he still didn't let go.

"Brother, didn't you recognize me?"

Klein suddenly remembered that Emperor Roselle had traveled through time a hundred years ago, and immediately came up with a guess.

This compatriot might not be from the same era as him, so he quickly repeated all the codes he knew.

"Palace Jade Liquid Wine..."

"Odd changes to even and remains unchanged..."

"My son Wang Teng, has..."

"IG..."

"This match of the national football team..."

He tried several times, but Parrot still stared at him blankly and vigilantly without saying a word.

Klein slowly became frustrated. He let go of Parrot and took a few steps back. He smiled bitterly and spoke in Loenese.

"If you weren't, how would you cook?"

“I taught him that.”

A familiar voice suddenly came from behind him. Klein slowly turned around and subconsciously raised his head. The man was more than half a head taller than him, with an upright figure and outstanding appearance, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

Klein's eyes sparkled with surprise, and he immediately stepped forward.

"Stop, I know you're excited, but don't get excited yet."

Luke used his arm to stop Klein who was trying to get closer.

However, as everyone knows, Luke and his friends are dog lovers and are not particularly interested in cats. They are just fun to play with them.

Klein stopped and the joy faded a little. Just as he calmed down and prepared to find a quiet place to exchange information with his compatriots, he heard a sigh from them.

The other person looked at him with a look of regret, pity, and pity, and spoke slowly.

"Zhou Mingrui, are you still not going to wake up?"

Klein hesitated and said, "You mean..."

"Don't you understand? Your time travel was just a dream!"

Klein: ???

(End of this chapter)