abnormal mutation

Chapter 23 The Chosen One's Guidance Technique
Late at night, everything is quiet.

Roland opened his eyes and looked around. Everyone else was fast asleep. He put on his clothes, got out of bed, added a few pieces of charcoal to the fireplace, and quietly went to the bathroom.

After closing the door, he made a fist with his right hand, and a crystal emitting a faint light squeezed out from the unknown space and landed in his palm. It was the spiritual light.

He was in a great mood, but his happiness lasted only a few seconds before his smile froze on his face.

The crystal in my hand was constantly radiating energy outwards, and its size was visibly decreasing!
He clenched his fist, trying to stop the change, but specks of light still emanated from his skin and diffused into the air. He was not extraordinary; his body could not absorb spirituality, and his spirit was equally insensitive.

'Kiri.' He had a sudden inspiration and called Kili out.

The black wolf poked its head out from his body and landed lightly; its massive body made the washroom seem somewhat cramped.

'You can't eat it, and you can't affect it.'

He patted the spiritual light onto Kili and watched it disappear into the wolf's body, plunging the bathroom into darkness in an instant.

The man and the wolf were of one mind, and he immediately grasped the movement of the glimmer of spiritual light. It attached itself to Kili, slowing its dissipation by ninety percent, and the spiritual energy that drifted out was not wasted; it was all swallowed by Kili.

Kili can sense it, and can also easily drive it away or swallow it.

'I'm trying to pull you into the spirit world. Don't resist; share your experiences with me in real time.'

After giving his instructions, Roland closed his eyes and concentrated, attempting to remotely communicate with the chessboard through their spiritual connection. He could sense the chessboard, but the connection was intermittent, possibly due to the side effects of the Moonlit Spider Silk Frost. The more anxious he became, the more agitated he grew.

After several attempts, he finally succeeded. Kiley's body became blurry, and the next moment he disappeared silently into the bathroom.

"It's done!" Roland was overjoyed. The two wolves themselves did not have the ability to freely enter and leave the spirit world; they had to possess his body.

He left the bathroom, lay back on the bed, and entered the spirit world again.

Kili was playing inside the chessboard. According to it, the chessboard had a strong pull, but it wasn't domineering enough. The chessboard couldn't pull it into the spirit world unless it wanted to.

'The idea is sound.' Roland pondered the plan's feasibility, 'but it can't be launched when people are awake; it's easier to pull them in while they're asleep.'

Kili are, after all, spirit beings who can survive in the spirit world, but humans are different. The body is the anchor of the soul, and if the mind is firm, this anchoring effect can easily resist the pulling force from another dimension.

This method is inspired by the Nightmare Spell, but it lacks the ability to forcibly pull people in. It would be better to name it "Chosen Guidance Spell," which sounds gentler and indirectly praises the chosen one, thus lowering their guard.

The current challenge lies in how to store spiritual glimmers, which falls under the category of extraordinary knowledge. To find the answer, one must consult Grandma Mia or Yulia. Yulia is an extraordinary being in the Pharmacist path, and it sounds like she frequently deals with extraordinary materials, so she is likely an expert in this area.

If we can solve this problem, the rest is simple: spread spiritual light and then seize the opportunity to recruit people. Initially, they definitely can't be extraordinary individuals; we'll try with ordinary people first.

The glimmer of spiritual light is precious, but we shouldn't throw the baby out with the bathwater. We should always try new things and explore new uses. Just like in a past life, which man, after buying a car, didn't first figure out all the functions? Otherwise, wouldn't all those added features be a waste of money?

There's no need to worry about security either. The chessboard is like a large barrier, with rules set at will, resembling a domain. It's not difficult to suppress weaker extraordinary beings or spirit creatures.

Thinking about this, he felt very happy, as the future held endless possibilities.

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The next day, before dawn, Luke and his friends got up early and busied themselves in the yard.

The two handcarts were full of charcoal, about four hundred minas. They didn't look as good as before, with more cracks and holes, and a lot of debris at the bottom. In this condition, they could only be sold cheaply, otherwise they would be hard to sell.

Roland got up and gave instructions, but didn't help. He mainly explained the selling price, the bottom price, and the situation of old customers. He said that you can't be too fussy when doing business with acquaintances. You should give way when you should and give away gifts when you should.

After breakfast, the sky brightened, the chill was driven away by the golden sun, and the temperature was no longer so unbearable. The group said goodbye to Roland and pushed the cart toward the East Market.

The East Market is located within the town, not far from the square. It's a semi-enclosed convenience market that mainly sells daily necessities. Almost everyone here is a local, so no one will mistreat them.

The side effects of Moonshine Spider Silk Cream have subsided, and Roland feels great. The pain is mild when she moves, and she can even try some vigorous movements. Her chest and abdomen are wrapped in gauze and are not visible, but the wound on her face is significantly better. There are no signs of inflammation, and it has entered the stage of cell proliferation and tissue remodeling, giving the impression that the scar has been removed and the wound is healed.

The most amazing thing is that he can't see any scar tissue; the edges of the wound are all new skin that has healed, which is truly incredible.

After a grueling night, Roland, who had been harboring resentment, saw how effective the medicine was and his urge to "settle scores" with Julia dissipated considerably.

'Every medicine has its side effects, let alone a magic potion.' He made up an excuse for himself, though deep down he was very reluctant to see Julia.

It's best to keep your distance from someone who is unpredictable and difficult to understand.

"Bang bang bang..." A series of urgent knocks on the door interrupted his reverie.

He opened the door and vaguely saw a bluish-black color through the crack in the gate. His heart skipped a beat; law enforcement officers had arrived.

"Who?"

"it's me."

Hearing Hughes's voice, Roland breathed a sigh of relief.

"What's wrong?" He opened the courtyard gate and saw that Hughes looked serious, guessing that something important might have happened.

"Roland, does the Otto family have any other branches?" Hughes asked bluntly.

“I have an uncle in Grantham.” He didn’t hide anything; law enforcement officers have the right to access household registrations from other areas, though it’s a bit of a hassle.

"He's here, he should be here soon."

"What?" Roland hadn't expected the other party to arrive so quickly. Based on his prediction, the other party would likely reappear after he died.

"Roland, could it be him?" Hughes's eyes flickered, his meaning clear.

“I’ve considered it, but there’s no evidence.” Roland nodded.

Hughes was referring to the kidnapper, while Roland was referring to the originator of the Nightmare Killing Technique. By a twist of fate, both of them targeted this person.

"My uncle shouldn't have been to Ice River Town before, so how did he know I live here?"

"Heh, back when you fought with White Bear's gang, the whole of Ice River Town knew about you. People have mouths, why didn't they ask?" Hughes curled his lip, thinking Roland's question was a bit idiotic.

"You're very well-informed. You can keep even the slightest thing happening in Ice River Town from your eyes." Roland chuckled. In his memory, law enforcement officers were only diligent when it came to making money.

"It's all thanks to you," Hughes said irritably. "You're really something. Your disappearance caused quite a stir, and as soon as you came back, a bunch of people came to the town government to put pressure on you. The church priests, the president of the chamber of commerce, and the chairman of the craftsmen's association were all alarmed."

The town mayor and police chief jointly issued a statement to rectify the chaos in Binghe Town, demanding that murder and missing persons cases be solved within a specified timeframe; they're in for a busy period ahead.

“This is not my fault,” Roland shook his head. “I was just the trigger. I guess some important people from the capital are coming, and they’re using this as an excuse to improve the appearance and image of Ice River Town.”

"Hmm," Hughes looked Roland up and down, his expression full of surprise, "You're quite perceptive. I think you're very suited to be an official, or perhaps you'd like to work with me?"

“No, Grandma Mia said I’m not suited to be an official.” Roland refused, not because he was perceptive, but because of a lack of information.

Some people appear intelligent, but in reality, they simply know a lot; information asymmetry masks intellectual deficiencies. Others may seem foolish, but they aren't truly stupid; often, they're blinded by a single leaf, lacking crucial information.

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