abnormal mutation

Chapter 89 Ambush
Roland did not go home. Instead, he went to the West Gate, pried open a crack in the wall, and climbed onto the roof of the three-story gatehouse.

He faced the town, his eyes slightly closed, activating his gilded pupils.

A faint spiritual ripple stirred within him, and a glint of golden light flashed across his eyelids. The next moment, he opened his eyes, his dark pupils covered with intricate golden magical patterns, mysterious, majestic, and captivating.

The world before my eyes faded rapidly, like a black and white silent film, with various colored lights and shadows shining on all living things, the human ones being the most complex, especially their heads.

'The white light covering the body must be the light of the soul; it is purer in young people and dim and murky in older people…'

'That person in the distance is so special, radiating a translucent blue light, far exceeding the intensity of ordinary people. They must be an extraordinary being, but they look very unfamiliar...'

Judging from facial expressions, the various colors on the head should represent emotions; red and yellow indicate happiness, while dark colors suggest negative emotions…

There is also a faint spirituality in the sky, spreading and drifting like gas.

The spiritual atmosphere in Taipei is the most complex, followed by the affluent entertainment districts, but they are too far away to distinguish.

'That's amazing.'

By the time he came to his senses, almost a minute had passed.

He immediately stopped his spiritual vision, focused his attention on sensing the liquid divine metal within his body, and a look of pain appeared on his face.

In just a short while, more than ten grams of divine metal disappeared. It takes four or five seconds to consume one gram, which is really frustrating.

Looks like I'll have to be more careful with it from now on.

Back home, Evan and the others were burning charcoal. He sat alone by the fireplace, his right hand in front of his eyes, golden liquid seeping from his skin and flowing back and forth along his palm.

'It's a bit like the metal-controlling ability in the movies.' Unfortunately, his bloodline ability only works on gold.

He gathered the divine metal in his palm, attempting to condense it into a human figure. The liquid instantly solidified, and a clumsy golden human figure appeared in his palm, with bizarre proportions and a crooked mouth and eyes.

'I'm just... not very skilled.' He wasn't the original owner of this body, and he considered himself to have some artistic talent.

The figure looked no different from ordinary handicrafts, but Roland keenly noticed the strange patterns hidden in the gold. No matter how he melted and recast it, these peculiar patterns remained.

'It seems that liquid divine metal is not entirely equivalent to gold.'

He suddenly had a brilliant idea, and took out a wisp of spiritual light and casually stuffed it into the statue. The spiritual light seemed to be imprisoned, showing no sign of dissipating.

Roland's eyes lit up, and he immediately melted the human figure, using two sheckler's of gold to make a safety buckle. Inside, there was a faint spiritual light, and hidden a number: 001.

A simple medium for making jewelry is created, with gold alone worth ten German dollars, and it won't be ignored no matter where it's placed.

He closed his eyes and used the chessboard to sense the safety buckle, quickly and accurately pinpointing the location. He could even roughly sense the surrounding scenery and spiritual fluctuations, thus enabling him to selectively attract people.

Open your mind; no extraordinary ability should be underestimated.

Who would have thought that divine metal could have such a wonderful use?

…………

After dinner, Evan and his friends gathered together to disassemble and reassemble the hunting rifle, having a great time.

"I'm leaving. Are you willing to leave with me?" Roland asked abruptly, sitting on the edge of the bed.

Evan and the others paused, put down the parts, and turned to face Roland, their expressions hesitant. In reality, they had already noticed something amiss, but they simply didn't want to think about it further.

“I want to go…” Before Andrew could finish speaking, Targen covered his mouth.

"Big brother, where are you going?" Evan asked softly.

“Almosid, where there is spring and a bay,” Roland laughed.

The Northern Union Chamber of Commerce Security Consultants is headquartered in Sogattak, but most of its external affairs are conducted in Almoshid, where more than half of its security consultants are based.

“But we can’t do anything, we’ll only be a burden to you,” Evan said hesitantly.

"Do you know how to drive? Do you know how to boil water, cook, and clean?" Roland comforted her, "Even if you don't know, you can learn. No one is born knowing these things."

The salary of a senior security consultant is not low. When he is out and about, he always needs someone to help him. He doesn't want to waste his time doing housework.

“Oh, I can cook,” Targen said with a grin, though his culinary skills were limited to simply cooking.

"I also want to go out and see the world." Evan's eyes were full of longing. What young man doesn't want to go out and explore?

“Uh, I can…” Andrew thought for a long time but couldn’t figure out what he could do, but his personal desire was obvious.

Luke kept his head down and remained silent for a long time.

“Luke?” Roland reminded him, “Just say what you’re thinking. Remember what Grandma Mia said? Everyone has to live for themselves.” “I… don’t want to leave,” Luke said gruffly, his expression troubled. “I’ve gotten used to life here. Leaving… I’ll be scared.”

The others shared the same feeling; they too felt worried and afraid when away from familiar surroundings and people, though not as severely as Luke.

“It’s alright, the house is yours, you can continue living here. Don’t worry, it’s not like I’m never coming back.” Roland stood up, patted his shoulder, and said with a sigh.

He looked at the others: "The same goes for you. If you don't adapt well to life outside, you can come back anytime. I'm going to the hunting camp tomorrow. Pack your things and wait for my call."

Commissioner Suleiman was there to explore the ruins. If the danger level was not high or the value was not significant, he would definitely leave early, and Roland could go with him.

"Understood, big brother..."

"have a rest."

At dawn, Roland entered the Spirit Realm chessboard and summoned the chosen workers.

The chessboard's sensitivity to the medium was clearer and more accurate, but still far inferior to that peace buckle. It seems that divine metal is indeed quite unique.

After ten simulated matches, he gained over 160 spiritual glimmers and half a unit of extraordinary qualities.

This time, he made a new attempt, bearing the cost of each simulated battle himself, which was only one Spiritual Glimmer. He could make a net profit of more than ten Spiritual Glimmers in each battle, so he wouldn't lose money no matter what.

Being stingy every time actually hinders your earning efficiency.

…………

The next day, the sky was just getting light.

Aiven and the others were sorting through the charcoal, preparing to sell it in the East Market later.

Roland stood in the room with his bow, practicing with his eyes closed, occasionally drawing the bow and nocking an arrow, but not releasing it.

He can now draw his bow to its full extent with ease, but even with the archery skills granted by the Sniper God Emblem, he still cannot fire the full version of the Lightless Arrow; he still needs an arrow as a carrier.

"Big brother, we're leaving."

Luke and the others called out into the house, then went out in pairs, pushing a handcart.

Roland did not respond. He glanced around the room, felt a pang of emotion, put down his bow and arrow, and began to pack his things.

He took out the old priest's leather trunk and put all the important supplies inside: potions, anti-magic bullets, thick books he couldn't understand, the Hidden Veil, and the Paradox Worm.

All other supplies were put into the large backpack, placed on the sled, and the sled ropes were tied to the two wolves.

After making sure nothing was missed, he shouldered his long staff and bow and arrows, closed the doors and windows, and drove his carriage through the west gate into the vast snowfield.

The cold wind howled, swirling up fine snowflakes.

The sled quickly passed the conspicuous sawmill, turned southeast, and headed straight for the Nissus Mountains.

Roland's gaze was vacant as he let the two wolves roam freely, but his mind was preoccupied with the Seventh Authority that had been lurking in the shadows.

He was furious at being tricked for no reason, and he wanted to take revenge but had no way to do so. Excluding factors related to strength, he couldn't even find the person.

He changed his approach. Since the other party wanted to create a large-scale Mandela Effect in order to advance to a higher sequence, he could simply sabotage it from the shadows.

Although his own intelligence sources and reconnaissance capabilities are relatively weak, he possesses the Eye of Prophet, which has strong and discreet investigative abilities. With the help of intelligence from the Northern Merchant Guild, there will always be opportunities.

He doesn't need to risk his life; he just needs to expose everything the other party has done, is doing, and might do. You want to operate in secrecy? I'll make it public, letting the entire Hidden Empire know about the Seventh Authority.

He had already figured out the method: to set up an information sharing board in the spirit world chessboard, post information from the Seventh Authority, and bring in several extraordinary individuals from intelligence agencies, who would then naturally spread the news.

This was just his initial idea; there were still many details to consider. Without the protection of a powerful figure, he wouldn't dare to play this game. The chessboard wasn't afraid of divination and tracking, but who knew if the Seventh Authority had even more bizarre abilities?

As Roland was pondering this, his intuition suddenly detected something unusual.

Ahead lies the Nissus Mountains, covered in snow, with undulating terrain and shady forests.

"stop!"

The two wolves braked suddenly, ran to the side, and the sled spun at a large angle, stopping in front of the woodland.

"Shuashuashua——"

The thick, flat snow burst open, and more than a dozen people in white rushed out, surrounding him in a fan shape.

(End of this chapter)