Mystery: Starting from the Shadow World

Chapter 117 Storage

After a quick wash, Philip transformed into Jane Charlotte, changed his clothes, and stepped out of the bathroom, only to run into Klein, who was just leaving his bedroom.

Their eyes met, and they were silent for a moment before simultaneously curving their lips into a relaxed greeting.

"Up so early?" Philip asked with some doubt, looking out the window at the barely visible daylight through the open door of Klein's room.

"I'm used to waking up early."

Klein spread his hands and smiled.

Even after forcibly equating the exquisitely beautiful girl in front of him with Philip, and knowing full well that this was the truth, he still couldn't help but feel a little strange.

Fortunately, the Joker's ability to control his facial expressions saved the day.

Meanwhile, Philip's thoughts were racing, trying to find a topic to continue the conversation, but the weariness and exhaustion from the major event made him abandon the idea altogether.

"I'm going to take a nap. As long as it doesn't threaten my life or property, you can do whatever you want. I'll keep an eye out for the 'Diviner' pathway recipe at the Extraordinary Gathering, but you'll have to give me the money at least."

Do you want to guess how much money I have? If an ordinary private investigator were to earn this 150 pounds, it would probably take him several years to save up. Klein felt his smile become a little stiff.

But he doesn't have anything to offer right now, not even the capital to make money at the Extraordinary Gathering. His most reliable idea is probably to look for investment opportunities.

150 pounds might not make a splash in the realm of extraordinary individuals, but in most cases it's a considerable sum of money, equivalent to about 108,000 to 144,000 RMB on Earth.

However, caution is advised.

Thinking of the case of Lanwors in Tingen who swindled more than 1 gold pounds, Klein was instinctively angry, but he also kept reminding himself that even if there was no progress in the short term, he should not take the risk of seeking any huge profit.

The scams in this world are relatively primitive compared to the interconnected, multi-party collaborative supply chains on Earth, where everyone gets what they want. However, extraordinary abilities compensate for this. Fortunately, I am also an extraordinary being, so I'm unlikely to run into problems.

Back in his room, Philip clutched his head, which was still throbbing despite being fully conscious. He shook his head helplessly and suddenly regretted his lack of sleep, which had been consistent with his late-night habits.

He slept all morning today, which should be enough to last another week or two. Wait, the full moon seems to be coming this week too. He pressed his head, then, still a little worried, crawled under the bed and took out the box containing "Wriggling Hunger" again.

After unwrapping the layers of packaging and insurance, Philip touched the small box smeared with a little of his own poisoned blood, wondering if there was any place where he could truly feel at ease.

Hidden, safe, and won't be discovered.

The Shadow World?

Excluding that unknown entity that was just in the distance at OMO, for some reason not to attack me, and which has almost disappeared recently, the Shadow World is undoubtedly the safest choice.

If it's just an extraordinary item with the ability to "herd" that can lure that guy out to steal it, then that's actually the best news for Philip.

This means that guy has at most just crossed the threshold of the high sequence. As long as a way is found to deal with him, the Shadow World can put his mind at ease.

Having made his decision, Philip mustered his strength, ignored the black glove on his hand that was wriggling in protest against hunger, put it back in the box, set up a spiritual wall, and closed his eyes to meditate.

As his thoughts and ideas gradually coalesced, the golden embers began to burn in his mind, drawing ever closer to his consciousness in the darkness.

Until it was submerged.

The Shadow World remains unchanged. The prominent "Werewolf," "Serial Killer," and "Fallen Angel" traits still lie there quietly, untouched.

Of course, there are also mysterious patterns that only reveal the tip of the iceberg, with the rest completely obscured by the darkness beneath the feet, making it impossible for anyone to see the whole picture.

Philip stood still, observing silently for more than ten seconds. After confirming that there was nothing unusual, he placed the silver box containing "Wriggling Hunger" next to "Ember".

Whether it was an illusion or not, in the Shadow World, the black gloves that Philip could feel even through the iron box suddenly fell silent, as if they had vanished.

This strange situation made his heart skip a beat. He immediately opened the box and found that "Wriggling Hunger" was in perfect condition. He then raised his eyebrows slightly and, after observing it, confirmed his answer.

This glove seems to be afraid.

In other words, any extraordinary item with the characteristic of being alive will feel fear in the Shadow World. Does that mean we don't need to worry about the negative effects for now?

Philip thought to himself, rubbing his chin.

However, none of these are important for now.

After doing all that, he had no strength left. In a semi-conscious state, he took off his shoes, then burrowed his whole body into the blankets, slowly climbed up, and only fell into a deep sleep after his head was sticking out of the blankets and resting on the pillow.

By the time Philip sat up, looking refreshed, it was nearly noon. He rolled up his sleeve to look at his wrist, which showed no signs of injury, and nodded to himself.

Time to get down to business.

When he came down to the first floor, Klein, who was eating in the restaurant, looked at him, pointed to the table in front of him, swallowed the food in his mouth, and said, "Want some? I just bought the ingredients and made this myself."

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

Are you treating?

Philip swallowed the words that were about to slip out, sniffed the air, and smelled the enticing aroma that made his mouth water. He smiled and nodded, "Okay."

He and the other party obviously wouldn't care about such expenses. In Philip's heart, this kind young man, who was also a time traveler and was dedicated to returning home and reuniting with his family, occupied a place that could not be erased by time.

If conditions permit, he doesn't mind offering some help, keeping an eye out for potion recipes for the other party, and if the situation is urgent, it's not out of the question to write an IOU and buy it for them in advance.

As for the one or two pounds for daily expenses, let alone mention it; it would be too formal to say it out loud.

"I have an extraordinary item that will soon be obsolete, or even right now. If something happens to you by accident, or if you have a premonition of something, or if you just need it, you can borrow it from me directly."

During the meal, Philip said.

The "Flame Gloves" have become rather useless to him, but it is undeniable that they are still a good item for ordinary Sequence 7 or even Sequence 6 Extraordinary individuals.

Given that even the materials for "Navigator" have to be collected by himself, "Hanged Man" is very likely not to refuse "Wind's Favorite" recipe plus extraordinary traits. If the other party can still afford to buy this glove, then it can only be called a miracle.

It remains to be seen whether the wealthy "Justice" lady will be willing to buy the glove. As for "Sun," she hasn't even digested the "Singer's" formula yet, not to mention that her energy is tied up in her own "Light Prayer" formula, so she can't be counted on.

Otherwise, Philip would just try to sell the item. His relationship with Klein isn't that good. In fact, if Klein can't afford the "Flame Gloves" that are 100 or 200 pounds cheaper, but he finds a suitable seller, then there's no doubt about it.

"What extraordinary item?"

Klein had no reason to refuse Philip's offer, unless this extraordinary item was not only useless but also had side effects comparable to those of a sealed artifact, in which case he would probably have to decline it outright.

(End of this chapter)