Mystery: Starting from the Shadow World

Chapter 44 Promotion

Close the door and step into the outside world.

A gentle morning breeze brushed against his cheek. Philip stood by the roadside for two minutes, finally waiting for a horse-drawn carriage to slowly approach, its destination unknown, waiting to pick up passengers.

After paying the fare of 6 pence, he leaned back in his seat and, taking in the scenery outside the window, roughly estimated the speed of the carriage. After thinking for a moment, he decided against urging it on.

At the same time, Philip reached into his pocket, stroking something, his expression becoming extremely calm, his eyes slightly narrowed, as if he were thinking about something.

No. 6, Narcissus Street.

Philip unlocked the door and went inside, only to find Admitso sitting quietly on the sofa with white cloths wrapped around his eyes. He seemed excited upon hearing the door open, but hesitated to approach.

"it's me."

Upon hearing the familiar sound, Admirsol's body visibly relaxed, and his two hands, suspended in front of his chest, moved rhythmically, as if trying to coordinate with his open mouth to form words.

But after several seconds, he finally managed to say, somewhat reluctantly, "I'm glad you're alright."

He has a conscience, and it wasn't a waste of his time to raise him. Seeing Admisor's haggard face and weary eyes, Philip felt a pang of emotion and subconsciously avoided eye contact, only silently saying:

"If I disappear like this again, you can live here without worrying about rent, at least for a long time."

As he spoke, he handed the other person two pounds of bread he had bought from nearby Iron Cross Street.

Admiral took it and, as usual, prepared to leave, wandering around outside as Philip had requested. But just as he reached the door, the latter abruptly asked:

"Are you willing to leave Tingen?"

Admitso withdrew his hand from the doorknob, turned around, and said without hesitation, "Mr. Slytherin, I'll go wherever you need me."

"I see." Philip tilted his head slightly, pinching his chin with his index finger and thumb, offering no comment on the answer. "Go back inside and sleep. You don't need to go out today."

"Of course, you can also go buy some good food."

After saying that, he didn't waste any time. As if he had something important to do, he walked upstairs to his room with a strange expression.

"Phew~"

Philip lay in bed, his eyelashes fluttering as if resisting the onslaught of sleep. In his hand, he held a small, tightly closed iron box, which had been used to create a spiritual wall.

"Uh, uh"

He struggled to sit up, opened the iron box, and looked inside at the dark green fangs. His sapphire blue eyes narrowed slightly.

This is the extraordinary characteristic of "werewolfs".

Yesterday, after Tyre jumped into the river, Philip followed suit, not only to confirm Tyre's death, but also to acquire this extraordinary trait in preparation for future promotions.

Because he needed to prepare to leave.

The Rose School's target is most likely his Shadow World. Staying in Tingen will only endanger the city and everyone at Blackthorn Security. Therefore, advancing to Sequence 7 and withdrawing funds is of utmost urgency.

After this failure, it's unclear when the Rose School will take action next. If something similar happens again and the situation becomes untenable, they can be used as bait to lure the enemy away.

After waking up and adjusting my state, I will leave the promotion to "madman" and then try to digest it. However, the auxiliary materials for the "werewolf" potion are hard to find in the underground market, so I can only check the Tarot Club or find a suitable reason to apply.

Philip's expression was serious, and he wanted to continue thinking, but his body, having relaxed for a long time, uncontrollably wanted to lean backward.

Knowing he couldn't come up with anything more in this state, he could only sigh, close his eyes, rest his head on the pillow, and breathe peacefully and calmly.

Six hours of tranquility passed in a flash. The midday sunlight streamed through the window, which was not drawn, and fell on the bed. One ray of sunlight, over time, gradually shone onto his face.

Philip instinctively raised his hand to shield his eyes from the sunlight, then yawned and stretched a few times on the bed before reaching under the covers to take out the small metal box that was making him feel a little uncomfortable.

He rolled out of bed, hid the small iron box under the bed, and then took out the iron cigarette case containing the "madman's" extraordinary characteristics, as well as other non-spiritual auxiliary materials.

It's time to concoct the potion.

Philip's home certainly didn't have the chemical containers that Blackthorn Security Company had, but by using extraordinary properties instead of the main ingredients, he could directly avoid the problem of controlling the unique dosage in low-sequence potion preparation.

Therefore, a pot from the kitchen is sufficient as a substitute.

A dozen minutes later.

The boiling, pitch-black liquid kept bubbling, and a few scattered droplets fell on his body, making him feel unbearably hot. But when he looked over, there was no trace of it, as if what had just happened was just an illusion.

Having a past experience of successfully preparing the soup, Philip was unfazed. He scooped all the liquid from the pot and poured it into a glass of water placed beside him.

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

He carefully picked up the cup, ignoring the scalding heat in his palm, and drank the "madman" potion in one gulp without any hesitation.

Clang!

The silver water glass fell to the ground.

But Philip didn't care about that anymore.

The scorching potion poured down his throat, and the maddening heat surged from his excruciating chest and abdomen outwards, gathering at a certain point and rushing into his mind!

This was no longer a challenge for Philip, who had already reviewed the Full Moon Curse in his memory. He suppressed the crazy thoughts in his mind and waited for any possible anomalies in the Shadow World.

However, the hazy, dreamlike feeling he had experienced before did not occur. The entire process of taking the potion went exceptionally smoothly. He gradually adapted to the potion's effects and closed his eyes to enter a meditative state.

Feeling the manic energy that had been released and left him weak gradually receding and stabilizing, Philip didn't dare to stop. He prepared to minimize any potential risks and continued meditating.

After an unknown amount of time, and realizing that the effects of meditation were becoming almost nonexistent, Philip opened his eyes, looked at his pale red skin, and, as if his brain, dulled by the scorching sun, roughly understood his current predicament:

The residual effects of the potion.

But it is no longer dangerous or deadly. On the contrary, these effects will probably disappear in a few minutes, symbolizing his complete ascension to the "Prisoner" pathway Sequence 8 extraordinary being, the "Madman".

It is not much different from Sequence 9.

Aside from surpassing ordinary people in physical abilities, the only ability gained is to sacrifice reason and unleash desires to achieve comprehensive attribute enhancements. If used properly, it has no drawbacks other than temporary mental fog.

Even during this period, they possess considerable resistance to extraordinary abilities that influence their thoughts or mind.

(End of this chapter)