Sequence adventurers roaming between two worlds

Chapter 75 Miraculous Quality! The Ritual of the Undying Blood! (4k words)

[Elementary Potion Brewing Iv.7]: Basic potion brewing techniques with an extremely high success rate when brewing various Sequence 9 potions. You have become a master in this skill, capable of turning the ordinary into the extraordinary.

Skill effect: Increases the success rate of concocting various Sequence 9 potions by 70%.

Mastery effect: Increases the chance of achieving excellent quality by 10% and the chance of achieving perfect quality by 0.1%.

Expert effect: Perfect probability +0.9%

Master Effect: Increases the chance of creating a good potion by 40%, the chance of creating a perfect potion by 9%, and has a 0.01% chance of creating a miraculous quality potion.

Current experience: 0/0 (This life skill has reached its quality limit and cannot be improved further. Please learn the advanced skill—Intermediate Potion Brewing—before attempting to improve it again.)

The skill effect of [Basic Potion Mixing] is very similar to that of [Basic Alchemy Potion Science]. The only difference is that one is for Sequence 9 potions, while the other is for Tier 1 and below alchemy potions.

For Leo, when it comes to concocting potions, the [Basic Potion Concoction] method is definitely more professional and suitable.

"A 50% success rate, a 10% perfection rate, and that 0.01% miracle rate, which is almost negligible."

"It's worth a try!"

A flood of thoughts washed over him. Leo closed his eyes and concentrated at the wooden table, and then began the formal preparation of the Thief's Potion.

Every movement and every step he took was flawless. Even an observer who didn't know anything about potion mixing would find it a delight to watch.

Leo himself was in a strange and indescribable state at that moment.

Unlike concocting alchemical potions, he felt that the potion he was mixing was not a simple inanimate object, but rather a brand new, emerging life form.

His mixing process is the process of giving life to the magic potion.

create!

This word is the most fitting description.

Leo seemed to see the birth of a brand new life in a strange world of boundless shadows.

It was so tiny that it seemed the rolling black mist could destroy it completely with the slightest touch.

Yet its insignificant existence is more profound than the surrounding shadows.

It was as if the shadows were merely a false canopy, while it was the only reality.

The preparation of the potion is nearing its end.

Just then, Leo suddenly heard a series of strange sounds.

Like surging waves, interspersed with the sounds of a raging storm.

Leo's body jolted violently.

A distant and blurry scene unfolded deep within his mind.

The original owner's memories?

No, it's an inheritance from the depths of one's bloodline, even earlier than that!

Vibration, shaking —

The image flickers.

In the shadows, a three-masted sailing ship was about to be swallowed by the black waves.

On the flag, fluttering and disheveled in the storm, was painted a black eye.

It seemed like a real, living thing, turning and meeting Leo's gaze.

Exhaustion, a sense of vicissitude, and a deep-seated stubbornness—complex emotions were conveyed in their eye contact.

"—The White People—Never Forget—"

"Only shadows can engulf the fervor of the Great Sun."

Leo couldn't hear anything that followed.

He suddenly snapped to attention, and when his vision returned to normal, the scene in his memory had vanished without a trace.

Just like that sentence, it was nothing but a false dream.

Leo's unfocused gaze sharpened as it fell upon the potion that had been prepared before him.

Its liquid is completely black, even deeper than the night.

Among them, faint white specks of light floated and disappeared, like starlight appearing and disappearing in the night sky.

Gorgeous!

This is the most beautiful liquid Leo has ever seen, bar none.

He gently picked up the prepared thief's potion.

To his surprise, the Primordial Mirror actually reflected the specific information about this magic potion.

【The Thief's Potion (Miracle)】: The dying wish of the White People, the flowing bloodline, turned that tiny 0.01% possibility into reality.

[Effect]: After taking it, if you pass the test, you will be able to walk in the Shadow Sequence and become Sequence 9 of the Shadow Sequence.

"Thief".

Excellent Bonus: Increases promotion success rate by 10%, and increases potion compatibility by 10%.

Perfect Bonus: Promotion success rate increased by 20%, potion compatibility increased by 20%.

Miracle Bonus: Originating from bloodline, yet also bound by bloodline, the Miracle Bonus can only be unlocked by completing the "Undying Blood Ritual".

(The departed souls are unwilling to accept that their former enemies still live in the world. Only the blood of their enemies can appease the departed souls. If the potion is consumed before the ritual is completed, the miracle bonus will not be obtained.)

Note 1: Skill and lineage together forged this miracle.

Note 2: Miracle-quality potions are far more effective than perfect-quality ones.

"A thief's potion of miraculous quality!"

Leo was stunned by the detailed description of the potion and couldn't come to his senses for a long time.

He had mentally prepared himself before he began concocting the potion.

Getting good quality is already a good deal; getting perfect quality is an even bigger win.

As for the quality of miracles?

Leo completely ignored that 0.01% chance.

But what he didn't expect was that the bloodline contained in this body would unexpectedly cause the thief's potion to be upgraded to a miracle quality during the mixing process!

What is a miracle?

Only the possibility born from the impossible deserves to be called a miracle.

"The Ritual of the Undying Blood —"

As the light focused on the description of "Miracle Bonus," Leo's brows gradually furrowed.

He was well aware of what the ceremony required of him.

The original owner of this body died because of Leona's schemes, so only the blood of this wicked woman can console the soul of the deceased.

only----

Leo was unsure whether he, who had not yet embarked on the Path of the Sequence, could kill Leona.

"Judging from her previous performance, Leona has some ranged spellcasting ability, but it's not very strong. Back then, with 6 points in Agility and 7 points in Perception, I was able to dodge her spells."

"From this perspective, Leona is probably not a true Sequence 9. After all, if a Sequence 9 had attacked, I wouldn't have had a chance to dodge back then."

"If that's the case, then Leanna most likely acquired some of the Sequence Walker's abilities ahead of time through some special means, but because her own rank was insufficient, her abilities were greatly weakened?"

This is Leo's speculation.

We'll have to wait until he tests us before we can know for sure.

Leo carefully placed the miraculous Thief Potion in his hand into a small wooden box and kept it close to his body.

The Thief's Potion is of miraculous quality; he has virtually no chance of obtaining a second one in the near future.

In other words, if he doesn't complete the "Undying Blood Ritual," he can only enjoy the perfect quality bonus when he consumes the Thief's Potion.

The added value of Miracle quality far surpasses that of Perfect quality, and it's right in front of us; to miss it like this is something Leo cannot tolerate.

"Leona————"

Leo walked to the window, looking at the streets of the outer harbor under the twilight, his eyes gradually sharpening: "I originally planned to settle old scores with you after I became a Sequence Walker."

"But now—I have no choice but to ask you to die first."

Inside a classroom in the second-year campus of Saint Laurent High School.

A young girl wearing a dark gray wool dress with pure white lace embellishments on the neckline and cuffs sat in a seat by the window.

Surrounding her were noble children whose clothing and manner of speaking all exuded an air of superiority.

"Leona, I heard you got first place in your grade again this time. That's amazing! Can you teach me?"

"That necklace you're wearing looks beautiful on you. Miss Leona, would you be free to have dinner with me tonight?"

"Holder, you think you can invite Leona?"

"What, you're not convinced?"

The noise around her was incredibly irritating to Leona, who maintained a gentle smile on her face.

-

Suppressing the urge to crush these annoying flies into blood, she resolved the dispute that had arisen because of her with an attitude and tone that left no room for criticism.

Only after the school bell rang and the people around her dispersed did Leona finally let out a sigh of relief.

Recently, one trouble after another has been happening to her, and she is worried that if she gets any more bothered, she will lose her temper and take action at school.

But if she did that, her carefully cultivated "identity" would be exposed again.

"Leo — Fake Fools — Black Market —"

Thinking about these three unpleasant things made Leona grit her teeth in anger.

Why not just accept your fate, those remnants of the White People you finally found? Why struggle? Why run away?

She could have tracked down Leo, who had disappeared and then reappeared, but the sudden appearance of the Masked Fools disrupted her plans, causing her to waste an extremely precious one-time-use artifact before she managed to escape.

The guy selling Shadow-attribute extraordinary materials on the black market, with the "Star Gate" imminent, what if you create so many Shadow-attribute materials and create more Hidden Path Walkers, affecting the grand plan?

Everything was going wrong, which made Leona very depressed.

She rested her chin on her hand, looked out the window at the sky, ignoring the teacher's lecture at the lecture table, and pondered what to do next.

At that moment, a boy sitting at the table in front of her cautiously turned around.

"Leona—Lina—"

He called out softly, drawing Leona's attention back.

She remembered the boy with freckles on his face.

His name seems to be John, his family owns a weaving factory, and he has a secret crush on me.

"What is it, John?"

In order to maintain her "persona", Leona had no choice but to respond softly.

Upon hearing the response, John's face flushed slightly, his eyes darted around, and he dared not meet Leanna's gaze. He simply took an envelope out of his pocket.

"This...this was given to me by a strange person when I came to school this morning."

"He said that you would be very happy if you received this letter."

"I thought it might be a scam, but what if it is? If this letter is really important to you, wouldn't I be the one to blame?"

"Look at that—if that person really is a fraud, I won't let him get away with it!"

Finally, seemingly worried about causing a misunderstanding, John quickly stammered, "This...this isn't a love letter, please don't misunderstand."

Leona grew impatient.

She had seen too many similar tricks over the years.

Don't misunderstand?

This is clearly a love letter!

Just as she was about to refuse it, her gaze swept over the writing on the envelope and the markings in the corner, and she froze.

"—This is indeed a very important letter to me."

"Thank you very much for the delivery, John."

The girl's gentle voice was so captivating that it almost made the boy fall for her.

He blushed and quickly turned around: "Yes, it's good that it helps you."

Leona lowered her head and carefully examined the envelope in her hand.

The markings in the corner are the code for secret gatherings.

And that handwriting—it was clearly the handwriting of Leo, who had disappeared long ago!

Upon opening the envelope, there was only a very simple sentence on the letter inside.

"1 p.m., No. 144 Blackthorn Lane."

Leona smiled; it was the happiest smile she had had in a long time.

She didn't know why the vanished Leo would choose to contact her, but she didn't care.

She was absolutely confident that she could win over Leo as long as she could see him!

This time, we will absolutely not let you disappear again!

It was almost noon.

Leona, holding a parasol, arrived near 117 Blackthorn Drive.

Looking at her surroundings, she couldn't help but frown.

A dirty, messy house, a drunkard with a hangover —

This made her, who was used to a life of luxury, feel disgusted from the bottom of her heart.

-

But thinking of the Bai people's remnants who were about to be captured, she suppressed her frustration and stepped into the alley.

However, she was forced to stop shortly after entering.

Around the corner ahead, seven or eight menacing-looking gangsters, armed with daggers, were grinning menacingly at her.

At the same time, a similar number of footsteps came from behind.

"Miss, someone paid a hefty sum to get rid of you."

"I suggest you don't resist."

"A lady as beautiful and noble as you should not die such an unpleasant death."

"If you insist on resisting—"

The leading man licked his lips, a sinister glint in his eyes: "I wouldn't mind enjoying myself a bit before I deal with you."

"Hahaha!"

His words elicited laughter and echoes from the other gang members around him.

"Are you done talking?"

Leona watched the scene unfold calmly, then shook her head: "Leo, you're so naive."

"You think you can take me down with just a dozen or so ordinary people?"

Her calm, self-talking made the gang leader uneasy, and he immediately shouted, "Go! Take her down!"

As soon as the voice fell, more than a dozen gang members rushed forward.

However, everyone who entered within three meters of Leona instantly lost their senses and then collapsed.

This bizarre scene turned the face of the gang leader watching from a distance pale.

His eyes hardened, and he quickly pulled something out of his pocket.

"Bang!"

A piercing gunshot rang out.

Blood splattered everywhere. Leona lowered her head, looking at the blood-stained side of her arm. Her usually calm expression turned grim.

"gun----"

Seeing that the gun in his hand could hurt the "monster" in front of him, the gang leader was overjoyed and was about to pull the trigger again when he found that his body could no longer move at all.

Before him, a pair of constantly shifting eyes grew larger and larger until they filled his entire field of vision.

boom.

The gang leader also fell.

At this point, all of the dozen or so gang members who had come here were wiped out.

Leona walked up to the gang leader, looked at the gun in his hand, and frowned.

How could an ordinary gang member possibly have the ability to obtain contraband?

Even on the black market, not just anyone can buy this thing.

he----

"Pfft!"

The sound of flesh tearing apart caused Leona, who was still thinking, to suddenly contract her pupils.

She stared with difficulty at the blade that had pierced her heart.

"Leona, it's been a long time."

A familiar voice sounded from behind.

It's Leo.

But how is that possible?

How could he possibly ignore my abilities?

How could it have gotten behind me without me noticing?!