Mystery: Starting from the Shadow World

Chapter 132 Promotion to "Living Corpse"

The illusory gate has closed.

The scene, more dreamlike than the starry sky, vanished before Philip's eyes, leaving only the candlelight, now back to normal, reflected in his sapphire blue eyes, showing no sign of extinguishing.

He carefully collected the materials, took them to the kitchen, and began mixing the potion in an iron pot.

As each ingredient was added to the pot, it triggered an extremely violent reaction, at least several times more intense than when Philip cooked on Earth, where watery vegetable leaves were put into the pot and the oil boiled.

Under the influence of the extraordinary power, not a single drop of the liquid spilled outside the pot, but Philip's heart still pounded wildly as he witnessed it. His calm and composed expression finally crumbled, and he lost to Klein beside him.

Time passed slowly.

As the ingredients and their extraordinary properties were all thrown into the pot, the initially intense reaction, which was unimaginably violent, gradually became calm, even chillingly cold, with a faint white wisp of cold air wafting out.

Philip tried to lift the pot and found that the potion was unexpectedly heavy. If he were still a "werewolf" before his ascension, he probably would have had great difficulty even lifting it.

Once all the changes in the potion had stabilized and there were no further alterations, Philip and Klein each performed a divination to confirm that there were no problems, and then led him to the basement.

Because each full moon requires a special purpose, and the house, which only has two residents, doesn't have many belongings, Philip had already tidied it up some time ago, leaving only a pile of thick hemp rope in the corner and marks on the ground from punches and claws.

"If anything happens to me, use the talismans to help me," Philip said, looking at Klein who was staring blankly at a whole bag of "Ember" talismans.

"I know."

I just didn't expect you to have saved up so many. Aren't you afraid of wasting them? Klein thought of his own meager "Sleep Charm" reserves and didn't know what to say. He could only calm himself down and watch Philip swallow the potion.

Glug glug!

The chilling liquid slid down his throat and into his body. Philip's eyes widened, and he clenched his left hand into a fist, resisting the strong urge to choke on the potion. He took it and swallowed it all.

"Ha ha"

Philip exhaled a cold, frosty breath.

Blue-white frost intertwined with black-green decay, spreading across his body and gradually engulfing his entire being. Stiffness, coldness, pain, and a slowly weakening heartbeat transformed into invisible blades, stimulating Philip's mind.

As his life activities gradually subsided, the near-death state aroused his instinctive will to survive, making him want to do something to alleviate the pain. However, his stiff body, unable to move even his fingers, directly stifled this thought.

Gradually, anger and madness surged into my mind.

Philip's eyes turned bloodshot, but he smiled because his body, which should have been unable to move, was now slowly regaining life as if the frost had melted away.

It seems that if things continue like this...

"Ember of fire!"

Klein's call and the warmth that followed brought a glimmer of clarity to Philip's eyes. He quickly used "Mind's Eye" to soothe himself, then calmed his mind and relaxed his entire body.

The flow of blood seemed to be blocked, and his beating heart seemed to be frozen. Philip felt his livelihood disappearing, but he did not move. His face was contorted, and he struggled against madness in extreme pain.

This is more difficult than ever before.

He must suppress his so-called survival instinct, which is anger and madness, while completely relaxed; otherwise, no matter how much he struggles, it will be futile.

This process is undoubtedly inhumane.

Philip was incredibly grateful that he had retained the "Mind's Eye," which possessed the ability to "soothe," and had not replaced or eliminated it. He was even more grateful that he had called on Klein to help him at this crucial moment.

Without the other person, he would have already lost control, and wouldn't even have had a shred of clarity when using extraordinary items and talismans.

With the use of "Mind's Eye" and "Ember" without regard to the cost, the potion's ingestion eventually progressed in a safe direction. Philip, like someone frozen for many years, gradually began to move his body.

His entire body was still covered in frost, and even though the traces of corrosion had faded, they were still very conspicuous against the pale frost.

"Meditate."

Klein's expression darkened.

"Heh, I know." With his eyes closed, Philip forced a smile, celebrating that he had survived another hurdle with this simple expression. He then leaned against the wall, closed his eyes, and meditated to stabilize his state.

Klein shook the small bag containing the remaining half of the talisman. After hesitating for two seconds, and still adhering to the principle of preventing accidents, he waited for Philip's expression to change before tossing it over again.

After an unknown amount of time, Philip opened his eyes, and his body had completely returned to normal.

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

"It's too dangerous," he thought to himself, and made up his mind that if he wanted to advance to the fifth rank of "Wraith," he would definitely ask Sharon for advice and ask her to oversee the process.

This potion is too ruthless. Knowing he's not afraid of hard attacks, it uses a softer approach, even at the very beginning, it uses a strong control skill, intending to kill him with its mechanism.

Philip shook his head, glanced at Klein who had been standing beside him the whole time and handed him the now-deflated bag, and smiled, saying with practiced ease:

"Thanks."

"You're welcome. You'll have to help me in the future, won't you?" Klein shrugged, and only after carefully checking Philip's condition with his spiritual vision did he finally feel relieved and said with a smile.

"Too."

Philip said nothing more and walked out of the basement with Klein. On the way, the latter suddenly thought of something and said, "Philip, are you financially well-off right now? I've found a good investment opportunity."

Investment opportunities?

Philip glanced at him with some suspicion, then suddenly understood.

For them, who came from modern times to this world that resembles the Victorian era, it's actually quite easy to discern whether something has potential or not; otherwise, they shouldn't call themselves time travelers—it would be truly shameful.

"It's not likely. I can only manage to squeeze out a few hundred pounds at most. If you're not in a rush, you can wait and see when I get back tomorrow night."

Squeezing out a few hundred pounds, Klein was suddenly incredibly grateful that his "Clown" potion had given him unparalleled control over his facial expressions; otherwise, he would have already lost control.

However, this also has its advantages. The more you invest, the more shares you will receive in the end, which will directly determine your returns, provided that Mr. Repard is reliable.

Otherwise, he wouldn't get a single penny.

(End of this chapter)