Mystery: Starting from the Shadow World

Chapter 90 This is what it means to be human.

His thoughts returned, and Philip looked at the familiar bronze table and the familiar Fool before him. He bowed slightly and said earnestly, "Mr. Fool, I have something to report. Of course, it would be even better if you or your followers could offer any assistance."

He then briefed the other party on Ince Zangwell and the information about 0–08 in concise and direct language, and then remained silent, waiting for the mysterious being's reaction.

Even if you plead until the end, I can't help you. I'm just a Sequence Eight 'Clown'. Klein felt somewhat helpless, but on the surface, he smiled knowingly and reminded her:

"I think you should understand what the safest and most correct decision is for you right now."

Philip lowered his sapphire eyes slightly, subconsciously straightened up, and glanced around nervously before smiling calmly and saying, "Just as you said, leaving immediately is the safest decision."

"But for me, this isn't the most accurate way. I don't actually have that deep a relationship with Tingen, or even with many people in Tingen, but they came into my life and showed me kindness."

After a few seconds of silence, he straightened his gaze and looked at Mr. Fool, his calm tone revealing a firmness rarely seen in his daily life.

"So I thought, at least I can't just sit here and wait to die. At least this way, I won't have to suffer the torment of self-destruction in Backlund because they are indeed suffering danger and hardship, and I can't accept that with a clear conscience."

"Sorry, this might sound a little ridiculous."

Klein's previously relaxed movements faltered almost imperceptibly. He stopped tapping his fingers, raised the corners of his mouth, and said without a smile, "No, not at all."

"In my eyes, this is what a human being is."

The Shadow World.

Philip emerged from the firelight.

Mr. Fool's words echoed in his mind. Even though the other party did not offer any help, those words of half-support completely dispelled his initial thought of running away when things went wrong.

Am I just born to be a victim of PUA? Philip sighed helplessly, lamenting to himself while ignoring the invisible shadows still lurking around him. He took out his pen and the "Mind's Eye" from his pocket.

Upon reaching Sequence 7, he discovered that he was now able to bring his personal belongings into the Shadow World, unlike before when he could only bring back the extraordinary attributes dropped in the Shadow World to reality.

As for the dissipation of spirituality

Philip's observations and divination confirmed that the extraordinary characteristics of the "Prisoner" and "Criminal" pathways did not seem to lose their spirituality in the Shadow World, but he was unsure whether the same was true for other pathways.

As he was thinking this, Philip sat down on the ground, picked up the "Werewolf" extraordinary ability that he had casually tossed aside earlier, bent down, and scratched the dark ground with his black and green fangs. After finding that he could not leave any marks, he frowned slightly.

A little troublesome.

He brought a pen, but no paper.

Well, compared to what might happen later, this is the most insignificant little problem. Philip put the "werewolf" trait back in a safe place, put on the "Mind's Eye," and entered "spectator" mode to think carefully.

It is known that the enemy wanted to advance to demigod status, so they stole the skull of Azik's son, who is an extraordinary being on the "Death" pathway. This skull is either an auxiliary material or something else, but it is not an extraordinary characteristic.

In other words, the reason why Ince Zangwell is still in Tingen is that he wants to find a way to obtain the extraordinary properties that are equivalent to the fourth level of the Sequence and can replace the main ingredients of the potion for advancing to demigod.

There's no reason for that. How could the Church of the Goddess of Night allow Tingen to possess something so precious? Could it be that the other party is planning to ambush Mr. Azik and obtain his high-sequence extraordinary properties through the "Death" pathway?

Wow, it's not impossible.

However, this does not fully explain the other party's fear of Mr. Azik. After all, if they really wanted to make plans, it would undoubtedly be better to do so in a small city like Tingen, which has almost no external interference.

Philip held his pen and tapped his head gently. Seeing that he couldn't think of any other answer for the time being, he could only assume that he could deduce the answer from Mr. Azik.

Assuming Ince Zangwill's target is indeed Mr. Azik, then his attention will definitely be focused on the latter. If he can take the opportunity to find a way to reclaim the Bones, or at the very least, make the guy slip up and be noticed by the official Beyonders, then...

Klein will then step in to guide the team, having Captain Dunn send a telegram to Backlund describing the coincidences that have occurred during this period. He believes the elite Night Watchers there will know what to do.

Great, let's do it that way.

Philip twirled the pen in his hand, his expression suddenly turning strange. A few seconds later, he put the pen back in his pocket and instead took out the silver knife he used to set up the spiritual wall.

Philip rolled up his sleeve, pressed the knife against his wrist, slowly exhaled, and then began his "creation".

In the firelight, the gleaming blade embedded itself in flesh, and crimson blood gushed from the wound, flowing outwards and gathering on the side of the wrist facing the ground, slowly dripping onto the ground.

It's a bit of a waste. The blood used to maintain the daily abstinence of the "werewolf" isn't fresh anymore. If there were a container, this could be replaced directly. Philip used his unique thinking to combat the pain, which, while not fatal or intense, still abhorred him immensely.

After experiencing delirium, madness, curses, and battles, Philip did not doubt his ability to endure these things, but the instinct of a normal person still made him somewhat unable to accept self-harm.

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

The crimson blood gradually disappeared into the pitch-black ground beneath his feet, where even the firelight could not illuminate it. It vanished without a trace, as if it had never existed at all. Only Philip's somewhat distorted face told of the pain he had just endured.

"Red chimney houses in the suburbs"

"Searching for 'evidence,' Bay City seeks assistance."

The crooked handwriting on his left and right wrists made Philip sigh helplessly. He gently moved his hands a couple of times to make sure the pain was within his tolerance before muttering to himself, "Unfortunately, this is the limit."

To prevent 0–08 from having the ability to spy or even extract text remotely, he wrote Chinese characters on his wrist, and the characters were even more abstract than those of his predecessor Roselle, the kind that a transmigrator might not even be able to understand.

Even looking at the words carved on his right wrist with his injured left hand, Philip was now somewhat uncertain, fearing that after too much psychological suggestion to erase memories, even his memory-less self wouldn't be able to understand these broken words.

Not to mention the people in this world.

After completing these steps, he lowered his hands, relaxed his body, and then used the effect of "Mind's Eye" to begin giving himself psychological suggestions.

(End of this chapter)