Mystery: Starting from the Shadow World

Chapter 67 Promotion to Werewolf

Marich paused for two seconds, then nodded without hesitation, "Okay."

Compared to risky commissions, his meager assets, and his current meager resources, the potion recipes he possessed through his own means were arguably the cheapest and most insignificant things.

Since there are already so many laissez-faire individuals, there's absolutely no need to worry about fostering competitors.

"But I don't have the ability to notarize. I'll write down the recipe for you later. You can consider seeking help from 'The Eye of Wisdom,' he should be fairly reliable."

Marich didn't speak definitively. His years of fleeing had built a high wall of caution in his heart, and now he truly trusted only a handful of people.

Well, when Mr. Philip, the "Eye of Wisdom," heard this, he pondered for a moment, but decided to rule out that idea and instead choose to believe Marich directly.

He took out a "Lingering Fire" talisman, handed it to the other person, and then said, "Do me another favor later."

"What?"

Noisy!

As the crimson mist rose, the liquid in the iron pot gradually turned dark green. An invisible force pulled all the rising mist back into the iron pot and scooped it into the transparent glass bottle prepared by Philip.

Ignoring his joy at his success, he carried the potion and, surrounded by two undead, walked out of the kitchen and along the short corridor back to the card room where Marich was.

The moment the door opened, Marich glanced at the potion in Philip's hand, narrowed his eyes, and nodded after carefully checking it, saying, "Hmm, there's nothing wrong with this potion."

After hearing the definite answer, Philip breathed a sigh of relief and found a chair to sit down.

Then, as if he had thought of something, he curled up the corners of his mouth, made a humorous gesture of raising a glass to Marich, and then tilted his head back and poured the potion down his throat without any hesitation.

A surging, powerful heatwave erupted instantly.

The fragile body tissues felt as if they were being slashed by boiling water and a sharp blade at the same time. The intense pain from his internal organs made Philip, who was preparing to try his best to regain his mind and stabilize his state through meditation, completely abandon the idea.

He clenched his fist, feeling the pressure of the silver sheet, and uttered in a very strained, low voice, "Ember!"

Click!

As the talisman disappeared, a warm aura lingered around him and enveloped Philip's entire body once more. In his hazy vision, the embers of the Shadow World were expanding at an imperceptible speed.

The light that enveloped the darkness gradually extended, forcing some of the shadows to retreat.

Maric watched quietly from the side, his brows furrowed without him noticing. He sighed silently in his heart, took out the "Ember" talisman he had just obtained from his pocket, and gently rubbed it.

I don't know how much time has passed.

Philip, who was lying on the ground, heard the call in his ear and opened his eyes with some difficulty. He propped himself up and turned his body, which was in so much pain that it felt like it was about to fall apart, to face the wooden ceiling above and Marich's pale face.

"Heh, heh heh heh"

Philip smiled with relief and contentment.

Even though his whole body was in excruciating pain, so much so that he didn't want to move a finger, and even lost some confidence in advancing to Sequence 6, he still managed to advance successfully, no matter what.

At this moment, he has completely transcended the realm of ordinary people and become a mid-level extraordinary individual with sufficient superhuman abilities.

"You're not in good shape." Marich narrowed his eyes, staring at Philip, whose eyes were bloodshot and whose skin was covered with unnatural black hair, and reminded him, "If you can, you'd better meditate now to stabilize your condition, otherwise you could easily lose control."

He was filled with doubt, not understanding why a mere Sequence 7 potion, with the help of a spell, could be more dangerous than he had anticipated, even rivaling the danger of his own advancement to "zombie".

However, this was not within his scope of concern.

Philip tried to nod his body, but quickly ended up grimacing in pain. Helpless, he could only sigh and say, "Use the talisman on me for now, I'll return it to you right away."

He clenched his teeth, expecting to waste more time explaining and arguing in his dazed and confused mind, but instead heard the clear voice of the incantation, "Ember."

A wisp of golden flame entered Philip's body, causing the crimson in his eyes to fade slightly, and the black hair on his skin to shrink at a visible speed.

"Ha, ha, ha," Philip took a couple of breaths and tried to stand up, but the fatigue that hadn't subsided forced him to fall back to the ground and feel the changes in his body.

The difference between a "werewolf" and a "madman" is like heaven and earth. The latter is nothing more than a reckless man who has mastered criminal skills, whose physical data exceeds that of ordinary people, and who can sacrifice his intelligence at critical moments.

But the former is different. If it weren't for the triple debuffs of Captain Dunn, "Midnight Poet" Siga, and the Sleeping Charm in Tingen, he, Klein, and Siga would probably have been dealt with directly.

As he was thinking this, Philip found that he had regained some strength. When he tried to stand up, his consciousness suddenly became hazy, and his heavy eyelids gradually drooped and eventually closed.

Within the Shadow World, the embers had ceased to extend, and the illuminated, pitch-black areas suddenly began to change.

Philip stood up, stretched his still somewhat exhausted body, and let out a sigh of relief, his sapphire blue eyes lowering slightly. "Alright, as expected."

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

"Let me see what else you can do."

hiss--!

The embers of the fire seemed to have aroused something within the darkness. Accompanied by the scorching sounds, two pitch-black monsters, one large and one small, appeared with painful howls and charged madly toward the source of the flames.

Are they killing monsters again?

Philip raised an eyebrow, and after confirming his own condition and abilities, his nails turned black in an extremely short time, emitting a faint dark green glow.

The smaller, dark-skinned humanoid monster gradually approached the embers, its body shrinking dramatically as it burned, and soon it had reached the size of a teenager.

Black and red poisonous flames appeared in its palm. Just as it was about to throw it forward, several cold lights flashed, instantly splitting its battered body apart. Under the light, the flames were gradually purified.

Upon seeing this, Philip looked away and then stared back ahead, only to suddenly freeze in shock.

The larger humanoid monster's body had swelled up at some point, barely managing to withstand the burning sensation, and continued to grow stronger, sprouting a pair of demonic wings.

demon

When Philip saw the demon charging straight toward him, he didn't hesitate. He bent down slightly, raised his hand and pointed at the demon, and black-green flames immediately appeared in his palm.

The moment the two collided, the flame entered the demon's body and gradually spread around it. The demon also condensed a pale blue flame, which directly burned Philip's chest.

boom--!

In the violent explosion, the embers of the fire reappeared, causing the already weakened demon to be completely disintegrated, and then vanished into nothingness.

(End of this chapter)