Mystery: Becoming a Creator Through the Doorway

Chapter 80 The Pathetic Mystic Illiterate

In contrast, Sharon has a cool and aloof demeanor, is a bit naive, and has a serious personality, making her less suited to joking around.

He and Audrey weren't very familiar with each other; they had only just met, so they weren't a good match either.

Only Hazel gave An Ruowang the feeling of a prickly, hissing kitten that would explode if she got close.

Despite its fierce appearance, it has little to no offensive power, yet it always acts as if it's someone not to be trifled with.

Therefore, he could never resist teasing her.

Hazel gave a forced, gritting smile: "Are you satisfied now?"

The girl's elegant and bright smile looked a little awkward on her pretty face. Although she was trying to raise the corners of her mouth, her cheeks were taut, like a hamster.

Those deep brown eyes clearly held a hint of annoyance, yet also concealed a touch of pleasure and smugness.

Hmph, he even said something about "why do I need others to like me," but now he's just going around in circles trying to make me laugh.

They say they don't care, but their actions tell a different story.

Thinking this, Hazel's lips curled up slightly again.

Who wouldn't be happy if an attractive person was interested in them?

This means that your charm has been recognized by the other person.

If the person is unattractive, then the story turns into a laughable incident—it becomes a source of amusement for women who exchange jokes like "Your husband!" or "He's your husband!"

An Ruowang's intuition told him what Hazel was probably thinking, but after thinking for a moment, he didn't explain: "I'm not satisfied. The smile is too fake. Let's do it again!"

"you!"

Hazel glared at him, but then stopped, thinking about her sunk costs.

She rubbed her face to calm down, stared at An Ruowang's face for a while as a side dish, and then finally managed to put together a flawless and elegant smile.

This is a smile that starts in the eyes and slowly spreads to the corners of the mouth.

Hazel's eyebrows were curved, her dimples were shallow, and she seemed to be bathed in sunlight, exuding the unique vitality and vigor of a young girl, like the most beautiful flower in this garden.

An Ruowang savored the moment, until Hai Rou'er's fair cheeks flushed slightly, whether from embarrassment or anger, before nodding in satisfaction and giving a thumbs-up, praising, "Very beautiful, thank you for the treat."

"You have good judgment."

Hazel gave a soft hum, trying her best to maintain her reserved demeanor, but the slight upturn of her lips and her bright eyes betrayed her.

An Ruowang stopped teasing her and explained crisply, "Amulets are, in a sense, a type of talisman. They are extraordinary items that can only be made using ritual magic."

Depending on the power requested, amulets can help the wearer avoid misfortune, illness, and so on without their knowledge, but the extraordinary effects are limited and not exaggerated.

Furthermore, it takes effect passively, and its spirituality will be lost. Unless a high-level ritual magic is used to solidify the effect, it can only be used for a maximum of one year.

The latter also possesses certain special abilities, which must be inscribed with the aid of a ritual, but require specific incantations to activate, and its effects are more powerful, making it usable in combat.

However, talismans are also disposable items whose spiritual power gradually diminishes; low-grade talismans must have their spiritual power replenished every two weeks.

Hai Rou'er devoured the knowledge like a sponge, her beautiful eyes fixed on An Ruowang, afraid of missing a single word.

"So—" She gripped the amulet in her hand, lost in thought, "this one you gave me, is it the first type you mentioned? The kind that activates passively?"

An Ruowang nodded: "It can be used for a year, and the effect should be quite good."

Even if it's a trial piece made from scraps, shouldn't we still check who made it?

Hazel held the amulet, and remembering that her parents each had one, her gaze softened as she looked at An Ruowang: "You're very thoughtful, thank you, Mr. Aleister."

An Ruowang waved her hand, needing no further explanation: "This is what I should do."

He paused, clasped his hands together, and rested his chin on his thumb, intentionally changing the subject: "Speaking of which, which path did you become an extraordinary individual?"

Hazel looked at her blankly: "Pathways? Extraordinary Ones? What are those?"

No, dude, Flora Jacob's parasitic rat half-body didn't even teach this basic thing.

An Ruowang thought for a moment and then explained to the unfortunate child with pity: "A person who gains supernatural abilities after taking and absorbing a potion made from the corresponding parts of extraordinary animals, plants and crystals as the main ingredients, along with auxiliary materials, according to a specific formula, is called an Extraordinary Person."

After a long period of experimentation and exploration, the potion system was perfected after the birth of the "Blasphemy Slab," forming twenty-two sequence chains, namely extraordinary pathways.

Each sequence level of each pathway has its own potion name and potion recipe.

Ordinary people can become extraordinary through a certain path by drinking a Sequence 9 potion, and continue to improve along that path by taking potions of higher sequence grades.

Hazel thought for a moment, then hesitated before answering, "Then I must be—the thief?"

An Ruowang looked somewhat confused: "If you're not even sure about this, how did you become an Extraordinary?"

Hazel hesitated, unsure whether to tell Aleister her secret.

"Do you not want to talk about it, or... are you unable to talk about it?"

An Ruowang's expression changed, and she immediately became serious: "Miss Hazel, I can understand the wariness of wild extraordinary beings towards the Church."

But if you do encounter any danger or difficulty, please seek help from me and the church immediately.

The power of the church is beyond your imagination. Protecting devout believers is our duty, and we will absolutely not stand idly by.

Hazel quickly interrupted, "No, it's not what you think."

She waved her hand hastily, afraid that An Ruowang might misunderstand something.

An Ruowang's serious expression relaxed slightly, and a hint of inquiry appeared in her eyes.

Hazel took a deep breath, thought about the bishop's usual visits and the amulet given by Aleister, and finally decided to trust the church and reveal a little something.

She organized her thoughts: "I made a promise to someone, so I don't want to say it, and I can't say it."

"You may not understand the seriousness of the matter."

An Ruowang patiently persuaded him, "Since you made a promise to someone, it means that you were led by someone to become an extraordinary person."

But the other party didn't even teach you the path to Godhood or what it means to be an extraordinary being. Think about it carefully, is this situation right?

Didn't the other party even tell you that extraordinary individuals can lose control and turn into madmen or monsters?

Hazel was taken aback: "An extraordinary being can go out of control?"

An Ruowang countered, "I have no reason to lie to you. Is there anything in this world that comes without a price? Every gift that fate bestows has a price tag attached to it."

Actually, there really is one—An Ruowang's little world.

Fun fact: The last sentence is actually from Stefan Zweig's novel "Marie Antoinette," which originally described Marie Antoinette, the wife of Louis XVI.

Incidentally, this author is also the one who wrote "The Stars of Humanity," and an excerpt of one of his articles has been included in textbooks, titled "The Great Tragedy."