Mystery: Starting from the Shadow World

Chapter 58 I'm a Genius

Morning, Backlund.

A thin mist hung in the air as Philip sat in the café, a copy of the Backlund Daily News he had just bought for a penny sitting beside his cup of unsweetened coffee, which was steaming slightly.

Although there was some concern about the situation in Tingen, the newspapers published in Backlund would certainly not have news about a small city like Tingen, unless it was some extremely big news.

We still need a messenger, as expected.

Philip's eyelids twitched, feeling a slight headache. The original owner of this body hadn't learned much in this area, and in his current situation of being hunted down and having no relatives or friends, it was even more impossible for him to ask others for advice.

Moreover, to perform a ritual to summon spirit creatures, those who are not extraordinary individuals through the "corpse collector" route must possess the power of the necromantic realm. The description also needs to be carefully considered, as who knows what kind of demons and monsters might be summoned.

In short, hurry up and get promoted.

Philip got up and walked out of the café, inevitably feeling agitated again. This was a negative effect of the "madman" drug, which easily led to extreme thoughts, but he had now become accustomed to it and could quickly suppress it.

For example, in the real world, if someone were to embody the word "madman" and blaspheme against God, according to the libertarian ideology, they would probably have already digested the matter after uttering just a few words, and their life's journey would be over.

Unfortunately, Philip was a temperance advocate and a normal person. Even after this short period of time, when he realized that the temperance role-playing of the "prisoner" approach seemed to have some problems, he never considered the so-called indulgent role-playing.

etc.

Philip, walking down the street, suddenly stopped and blinked his sapphire blue eyes. His stagnant thoughts seemed to break free of their shackles at this moment, and the rules of acting that had been troubling him finally began to take shape.

Is it possible that the "Prisoner" pathway, which uses the appearance of a potion's name to explore the rules of acting, is merely for those in the permissive faction?

Sequence 8 "Madman" descends into madness, endlessly venting his desires. Sequence 7 "Werewolf" seems to exhibit the same tendency of killing and bloodlust after Sequence 9, meaning it is very likely to continue in this direction.

If that's the case, using the indulgent mindset to guess the rules of performance, and then reversing those rules—the more something is required to be done, the less it should be done, and then making minor adjustments as needed—wouldn't that be the restraint-oriented rules of performance?

I'm such a genius!

Philip's joy gradually showed on his face, but the slightly unpleasant smell of the air he inhaled through the gauze mask, as well as the slightly strange glances from those around him, made him cough twice and casually blend back into the crowd.

The endless indulgence in madness and desire corresponds perfectly to the temperance principle that "the suppression of desire and madness is for the purpose of an explosion at a critical moment," which shows that this idea is indeed clear and feasible.

If that's the case, then it's simple.

While the word "madman" encompasses many things, when combined with their pitifully meager ability to unleash power by burning their intelligence, one can get a general idea—to take actions that disregard consequences, ignore the situation, and defy normal human thinking, which are called insane actions.

Based on the theory he had just learned, and observing the subtle reactions of the potion's digestion progress bar, Philip quickly deduced the new rules of conduct for the "Madman" restraint faction.

In the face of madness that erupts at critical moments, one must possess a rational understanding of the overall situation and use madness as a weapon, rather than being controlled by it.

In the extraordinary world, there are no truly insane people. Even an organization like the Aurora Society, which everyone calls insane, would not act like a true madman, doing things recklessly and without reason.

Otherwise, this organization would have been wiped out long ago.

With that, the rules of conduct should be pretty much summarized. Judging from his intuition, as long as he sticks to this, he should be able to digest and complete the process of advancing to the next level this month. Philip murmured to himself, patiently suppressing the anxiety caused by the potion, and returned to his hotel room.

After locking the door and confirming that he was in the best possible condition, he took out the "Silver White" ring from his pocket, took a deep breath, and put it on the ring finger of his right hand.

The moment the ring was fully on, the diamond set in it suddenly flashed with a slightly dazzling white light. Philip felt a sudden change in his body, as if every part of him was being gradually contracted, altered, and shaped by an invisible hand.

The whole process was very quick. Philip only closed his eyes for a moment because of the sharp pain. When he opened his eyes again, he was greeted by those fair and slender fingers.

The already somewhat loose white shirt now looked even more baggy, and the black trousers, which were just the right size to be tucked into the boots, were so long that they bulged out in several places.

"That's it."

Succeeded?

Philip swallowed the last three words back, because the cold, clear female voice that reached his ears, and the feedback from his body, had already given him the answer: he had truly become a woman.

No, I'm a man. Philip frowned, the thought flashing through his mind before quickly suppressing it. At the same time, he cautiously examined the ring on his finger, reminding himself that the current effect was only negative.

It seems like I still lost money on what I bought.

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

Although you can use invisibility three times and magic mirror substitution three times a day, it's a sure-fire deal to buy this extraordinary item for 700 pounds. However, the negative effects are too bad. An extraordinary item with the characteristic of being alive is enough to become a sealed item.

In the face of battle or other situations, one could easily be killed by its disgusting negative effects due to negligence under excessive tension.

As Philip thought this, after he had roughly adapted to his new body, he prepared to sit and do nothing all day to test the limits of how long he could endure the negative effects of "silver white".

Although he always felt that this thing was nothing compared to the previous Full Moon Curse, and the only troublesome problem was the long-term effect, it was always good to figure out the approximate time.

However, the moment he or she sat down on the bed, he or she suddenly thought of the most crucial thing that needed to be done now and that couldn't be delayed—buying a well-fitting outfit.

But

Damn it, how are bust, waist, and hip measurements measured again?!

"Wait, it seems unnecessary." Philip looked down at his thin and short stature, his lips twitched almost imperceptibly, pulled down his long white shirt, and then rolled up his black trousers.

After mentally preparing herself, she closed her eyes, exhaled, and rubbed the silver ring on her right ring finger for a few seconds, constantly reminding herself of the importance of this. Then she pushed open the door and walked out of the room.

(End of this chapter)