Secrets: Priestess

Chapter 14 A somewhat special generalist

In the quiet alchemy room, Jiang Zhe squatted down, her fingertips touching the sealed magic bottle. Her extraordinary spirituality was longing for the things in front of her.

Potions...

Hunters have a chance to become male.

The "generalist" is safe enough.

"Fortune Teller" Her spirituality is both longing and fearful.

"What a shame. If there was a 'Sleepless One', I wouldn't have hesitated..."

"Come to think of it, Lord Cesimar just left me three potions to choose from. Aren't you afraid I'll drink them all in one go? Could it be that even if I'm courting death, there's a way to recycle the wasted potions?"

Of course, it is more likely that Creste Cecima never thought that someone would have such suicidal thoughts.

Jiang Zhe was just thinking about it.

I didn't intend to go against common sense.

"Although I'm hesitant, when it comes to choosing between these three potions, my answer... is quite clear."

Jiang Zhe took out the potion marked "Comprehensive" from the suitcase.

What she wanted to get back was the male body that originally belonged to her, Tai Perslan's body, not to change Claire's body into a male one.

Although she was curious about the secrets that the "Fortune Teller" might be hiding, she would not use her only life to test whether the "Fortune Teller" was an opportunity or a trap.

Most importantly, she was quite satisfied with the three characteristics described as a "universal person".

She was even more curious about how much the "Generalist" potion could dig out from the three people's memories in her mind!

Without any confusion, Jiang Zhe reached out and opened the seal of the "Educator" potion. From the bottle mouth, he could see a sticky substance wriggling in the bottle.

"Am I really ready?" Jiang Zhe asked himself.

There was no wavering in her dark red eyes during the questioning.

"I'm always ready."

Get ready to embrace a brand new future.

Be prepared for a rough road.

Prepare to face mystery, madness, death and even a life worse than death.

Jiang Zhe drank the potion in one gulp as if it were a toast to himself.

It tastes terrible! It tastes even worse than wine!

Jiang Zhe almost vomited.

The sense of ritual created was shattered into pieces in the face of reality.

Trying hard to suppress the urge to vomit, Jiang Zhe "drunkly" struggled and groped towards the classical reclining chair.

While lying on the chair, Jiang Zhe began to feel itchy all over, as if a new thing was taking over her original flesh and blood bit by bit, and then the itch turned into pain, and the pain and itch were difficult to stop.

Consciousness gradually withdrew from the pain and itching, and rose upwards.

During this process, a strange third-person perspective was formed in Jiang Zhe's consciousness, as if a scholar was flipping through the memories in her mind like flipping through a book.

The memories that have been turned over are clear and have a deeper understanding!

Never forget.

Reawaken memory.

Deepen understanding.

The potion has taken effect!

But this novel excitement did not last for more than a second. When Jiang Zhe turned to deeper levels of the "Book of Memory", many of the memories he had seen were shattered by an unknown force.

But the characteristics of a generalist still work!
The broken memory is repaired by the properties of the potion!
Jiang Zhe gradually regained control of his body - the feeling of vomiting subsided, the pain and itching subsided, and his vision gradually became clear.

The sticky and wet clothes clung to her body, and her long, messy light golden hair was tangled on her neck, shoulders, chest, and forehead.

Jiang Zhe, who had managed to gather some strength, gasped and tried to clean himself up.

At this moment, the memory turned to the "Reincarnation Ceremony"——

A large number of fragmented and confused memories were revived at this moment!
Jiang Zhe saw Claire praying to the outside world, and that outside world was called... the Hidden Sage!
In an instant, Jiang Zhe's ears were filled with crazy rave reviews like rap, and incomprehensible knowledge rushed into her head like a surging river.

Only a few sentences of this incomprehensible and incomprehensible knowledge can be barely parsed, and the rest are indescribable burdens that continue to pollute Jiang Zhe's spirituality.

The pollution was exposed, causing a pair of cold, indifferent, eyelash-less eyes to open on Jiang Zhe's delicate cheeks.

More eyes began to densely arrange downwards, along the neck, along the collarbone, towards the heart... No, this pollution did not come from outside.

But it comes from Jiang Zhe’s current body!

This body...was already polluted at the moment of praying to the Hidden Sage during the [Reincarnation Ceremony]!

What’s even more ironic is that this knowledge was actually interpreted from whispers in one’s ears.

Jiang Zhe, whose consciousness is constantly washed away by the torrent of knowledge, wants to maintain his own identity, but even the "idea of ​​resistance" is becoming weaker and weaker, so weak that he thinks it is not bad to become a container of knowledge.

At this critical moment, Jiang Zhe's spirit captured four spells from her own memory!

She murmured subconsciously:

"Fusheng...Xuanhuang...Xianzun..."

Jiang Zhe did not understand these words, but spiritual madness was telling her that this was the only way to save herself.

"Fusheng Xuanhuang...Tianjun"

"The God of Fusheng Xuanhuang..."

"Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun..."

Jiang Zhe roared out the last words with difficulty amidst painful murmurs and gasps, and felt another wave of pollution approaching her amidst the noise!
The approaching noise even drowned out the crazy muttering!

Just when Jiang Zhe was about to have a mental breakdown, suddenly, all the noise disappeared along with the mumbling.

Vaguely, Jiang Zhe saw the hazy, blurred, and endless gray fog.

All the eyes on her body became drowsy, but were still forced to remain half open.

At this moment, something seemed to be breaking and fading on the surface of the silver-white suitcase that had always existed but had been ignored by Jiang Zhe, which looked like a piano case.

The box opened without wind, and a pure white ancient sword less than one meter long was pulled by some unknown force, floating out of the box to Jiang Zhe's heart and piercing into his heart!

The sharp sword pierced Jiang Zhe's heart, but no blood flowed out. Instead, all the eyes on his body suddenly opened, as if wailing, and then turned into black lines and squirmed and escaped, gathering towards Jiang Zhe's heart.

Just as all the black lines pressed against Jiang Zhe's heart, the pure white ancient sword melted like mercury and flowed into Jiang Zhe's heart, leaving a pattern on his heart:
The background is deep black, with bright embellishments surrounding a crimson moon that is exactly half the size of a moon.

It's the Holy Symbol of Darkness.

It is the symbol of the goddess of night.

Jiang Zhe saw the entire process clearly, as if he had a divine eye.

"I was... polluted, and then saved by the goddess?"

Jiang Zhe, whose will was completely revived, observed his body wearily.

Nothing unusual.

Only the holy emblem on her heart reminded her that everything that had just happened was not an illusion.

The bells rang in the early morning of June 6th.

Jiang Zhe seemed to vaguely hear a gunshot from far away.

"Is this the aftereffect of the mumbling?" Jiang Zhe smiled bitterly and tried to tidy himself up, but when he was halfway through, tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.

In the painful experience of struggling to survive, she deciphered some knowledge related to "witches" from the mumbling.

Extraordinary people who take the "Witch" potion will change from male to female.

In the past memories that Jiang Zhe, the "universalist" potion gang, deeply understood, there was a girl with black hair and black eyes in the carriage who made her feel very familiar.

It turned out to be "Tai Perslan" who had turned into a female!
That despicable robber and thief, that witch who destroyed all her youthfulness, beauty and love!

Turn him into her!

Confusion and loss, love and hatred, betrayal and grievance were constantly intertwined in Jiang Zhe's heart, and a drop of crystal tear fell on the delicate back of the woman's hand.

Jiang Zhe covered his tears with his palms.

It's like covering up all the fragility.

"Hey, Claire?"

Jiang Zhe cupped his hands around her beautiful face and murmured, "From today on, I am... Claire Meazza."

……

In the unknown mountains, mutilated corpses were scattered all over the ground. When a woman with black hair and black eyes was using stream water to wash the blood off her body, the marks of several pairs of eyes appeared on her arms, but they retreated and disappeared before they could fully appear.

In the crimson moonlight, the woman glanced in the direction of Tingen from afar.

(End of this chapter)