Mystery: From the Shadow World

Chapter 44 Promotion
Close the door and come to the outside world.

The morning breeze blew across his cheeks. Philip stood by the roadside for two minutes and finally waited for a horse-drawn carriage that was slowly driving towards him, waiting to pick up work somewhere unknown.

After paying the 6p fare, he leaned back in his seat and, taking advantage of the fading scenery outside the window, roughly estimated the speed of the carriage. After thinking about it, he stopped urging the carriage to hurry up.

At the same time, Philip's hand reached into his pocket, stroking something, his expression became extremely calm, his eyes narrowed slightly, and it was unknown what he was thinking about.

No. 6 Narcissus Street.

Philip opened the door with the key and walked into the house, only to find Admisol sitting quietly on the sofa with his eyes wrapped in white cloth. He was a little excited when he heard the sound of the door opening, but hesitated and did not move forward.

"it's me."

Hearing the familiar voice, Ademisol's body visibly relaxed. His two hands hung in front of his chest and moved rhythmically, as if he was trying to organize words with his open mouth.

But after a few seconds, he reluctantly said, "I'm glad you're okay."

Seeing Admisol's haggard face and tired eyes, Philip felt emotional and subconsciously avoided looking at him. He just said silently:

"If I disappear like this, you can live here and don't have to worry about rent, at least for a long time."

As he said this, he handed the other person two pounds of bread he had bought from the nearby Iron Cross Street.

Admisol took it and prepared to leave as usual, wandering around outside as Philip requested. But the moment he reached the door, the latter suddenly asked:
"Are you willing to leave Tingen?"

Admitsol withdrew his hand from the door handle, turned around, and said without any hesitation: "Mr. Slytherin, I will go wherever you need me to go."

"Is that so?" Philip tilted his head slightly, pinching his chin with his index finger and thumb, without commenting on the answer. "Go back to the room and sleep. You don't have to go out today."

"Of course, you can also go buy some delicious food."

After saying that, he had no intention of wasting time. As if he had something important to do, he walked upstairs and entered his room in a strange manner.

"Whoo~"

Philip lay on the bed, his eyelashes trembling, as if he was resisting the invasion of sleepiness, and in his hand, there was a small iron box that was tightly closed and made into a spiritual wall.

"Uh, uh."

He propped himself up with some difficulty, opened the iron box, looked at the black-green fangs inside, and narrowed his sapphire eyes slightly.

This is the extraordinary characteristic of "werewolf".

After Tyre jumped into the river yesterday, Philip followed suit, not only to confirm Tyre's death, but also to obtain this extraordinary characteristic to prepare for future promotions.

Because he was getting ready to leave.

The Rose School's target was most likely his Shadow World. Continuing to stay in Tingen would only put the city and everyone at the Blackthorn Security Company in danger. Therefore, advancing to Sequence 7, withdrawing funds, and fleeing were imperative.

After this failure, I don't know when the Rose School will take action next. If something like this happens again, and it's impossible to do anything, I'll use it as bait to lure the enemy away.
After waking up and adjusting to his current state, he would leave and become a "madman," then figure out how to digest it. However, the auxiliary materials for the "werewolf" potion were hard to come by in underground shopping malls, so he could only consult a Tarot Club or find a suitable excuse to apply. Philip's expression was serious, and he wanted to continue thinking, but his body, after a long-lost moment of relaxation, uncontrollably wanted to fall backwards.

Knowing that he couldn't come up with anything else in this state, he could only sigh one last time, close his eyes, rest his head on the pillow, and breathe calmly and slowly.

Six hours of tranquility passed in a flash, and the midday sunlight shone onto the bed through the window with no lace screen drawn. As time passed, a ray of sunlight gradually projected onto his face.

Philip subconsciously raised his palm to block the sunlight, then yawned, and after stretching a few times on the bed, he reached out and took out the small iron box that was making him feel uncomfortable in the quilt.

He got out of bed and hid the small iron box under the bed. He then took out the iron cigarette box containing the extraordinary characteristics of the "madman" and other auxiliary materials without spiritual power.

Time to mix the potion.

Of course, Philip's family didn't have the chemical vessels that Blackthorn Security Company had, but using Beyonder characteristics to replace the main ingredients could directly avoid the single issue of quantity control in the preparation of low-sequence potions.

So, a pot in the kitchen is enough as a substitute.

Ten minutes later.

The boiling black liquid kept bubbling, and scattered drops of liquid fell on his body, making him feel hot and uncomfortable, but when he looked over, there was no trace, as if what had just happened was just an illusion.

Philip was not surprised by this as he had the memory of a successful mix before. He scooped out all the liquid from the soup pot and poured it into the cup of water next to him.

He picked up the cup carefully, ignoring the burning sensation in his palm, and drank the "Madness" potion in one gulp without hesitation.

Bang-dang——!
The silver cup fell to the ground.

But Philip no longer cared about this.

The fiery potion poured down the throat, and the manic feeling of heat gradually surged along the heart-wrenching chest and abdomen to the surroundings, gathering together at a certain point and rushing into the mind!

This was no longer a challenge for Philip, who had already recalled the full moon curse. He suppressed the crazy thoughts in his mind and waited for possible movements in the shadow world.

However, the hazy feeling from last time did not appear. The whole process of taking the potion went extremely smoothly. He had gradually adapted to the effects of the potion and closed his eyes to enter a meditative state.

Feeling that the manic power that had originally been vented and weakened was gradually converging and becoming stable, Philip did not dare to have any thoughts of stopping. He was ready to minimize the possible risks and continued to meditate.

After an unknown amount of time, when he realized that the effect of meditation was beginning to fade, Philip finally opened his eyes and looked at his pale red skin. It was as if his brain, drowsy from being exposed to the scorching sun, had roughly figured out his current situation:
The residual effects of the potion.

But it was no longer dangerous or fatal. On the contrary, perhaps in just a few minutes, these effects would disappear, symbolizing his complete advancement to a Sequence 8 Beyonder on the Prisoner Path, a "Madman."

There is not much difference compared to sequence 9.

In addition to physical fitness that completely surpasses the level of ordinary people, the only ability gained is to sacrifice reason and burst out desires in order to obtain all-round attribute improvements. If used properly, there are no disadvantages except for a short period of unclear mind.

Even during this period, there is considerable resistance to extraordinary abilities that affect the mind or spirit.

(End of this chapter)