Chapter 77 Promotion to Instigator
"100 ml of pure water..."
In the dim room, with the door closed and the curtains drawn, a furtive figure was squatting beside the table, fiddling with a set of alchemical tools.
After carefully checking the scale of the measuring cup, Angel carefully poured the liquid in the cup into the small crucible.
There were a few drops of pure water stuck to the wall of the cup, and she couldn't shake them off no matter how hard she tried. She had no choice but to use a dropper to add five drops into the crucible to make up for this part.
Although slight differences in the auxiliary materials do not affect the final effect of the potion, she still wants to try her best to achieve perfection.
Various plant juices and essential oils are diluted with pure water, appearing a turbid gray color in the crucible. If it is taken out like this, everyone who sees it will probably think it is just pot water.
Only the main ingredient added at the end will change the properties of all the ingredients, turning them into a magical potion.
Angel pulled out the bullet box from his pocket and took out the bird-beak-shaped "Instigator" extraordinary characteristic that he had spent a full 400 pounds to buy. He took a deep breath, raised his head, and looked around the room for a final confirmation.
This was her temporary residence on the third floor of the Silver Bullet Detective Agency, home to the Nighthawks of Enmat Harbor. Returning there that afternoon, Angel borrowed various containers and auxiliary materials from the alchemy room under the pretext of "practicing spell-making." To prevent her intentions from being discovered, she even borrowed unused equipment like an alcohol lamp and a grinding mortar.
After locking the door, she hid inside and prepared the potion like a thief. She would stop and listen carefully at the slightest movement outside the door, fearing that someone would break in and arrest the "assassin" who was secretly making the potion.
Fortunately, these "sleepless people" were either drafted into the army to carry out missions or were killing time in the lobby on the first floor. No one came to the third floor to disturb her in the evening.
Angel picked up this precious Beyonder attribute directly with his hands. Unlike when he was exposed to the "witch" attribute that Cole expelled after his death, he did not experience indescribable auditory hallucinations and changes in smell.
It seems that whether a characteristic is contaminated can be distinguished by this difference.
After taking a final look at the Instigator's extraordinary properties, Angel gently tossed it into the turbid mixture of auxiliary materials in the crucible.
As if a piece of meltable ink was thrown into water, the small amount of liquid in the crucible, centered on the Beyonder characteristics, quickly turned pure black, but a layer of oily sheen seemed to float on the surface, presenting a psychedelic "multicolored black" under the gaslight.
Faint human voices gradually emerged, as if surrounding her, whispering and instigating. The sounds were sometimes near, sometimes far away, erratic, making her eardrums feel like they were being gently tickled by cotton wool.
At the same time, a foul smell wafted out of the crucible and rushed into Angel's nostrils. Even though she was prepared, she couldn't help but take a step back. If she hadn't prepared the potion herself, she would almost think that it was fermented sewage scooped out from some sewer.
However, the inky black liquid in the pot is the original appearance of the "Instigator" potion.
She confirmed this based on her memory of Cole Granger preparing and taking the potion.
The "Law of Immortality of Extraordinary Characteristics" revealed by Kavi is accurate. The uncontaminated characteristics of Extraordinary people can indeed be used to make potions of the same sequence with the help of auxiliary materials.
Unable to conceal her excitement, she poured the potion in the crucible into the measuring cup that originally contained pure water. The pure black liquids had an inexplicable dependence on each other, like an inseparable whole, and were transferred into the cup without a drop left.
Picking up the measuring cup, Angel glanced at it in the light, then held his breath to isolate himself from the stench, brought the cup to his lips, and drank it all in one gulp.
The cold potion turned hot and boiling the moment it entered her mouth. It went down her throat and into her stomach like swallowing a piece of charcoal, burning all the tissues it touched along the way, causing her to moan uncontrollably.
The voice was different from the usual cold voice. It was full of temptation and a power that was irresistible.
Angel gritted her teeth and persevered, suppressing the discomfort in her throat and ignoring the whispers in her ears. Based on her memory of taking the Instigator potion "last time", she knew that these were all normal steps. As long as she persisted for about a minute, all the negative effects of these potions would disappear.
But then, a strange feeling came over her.
It seemed like a memory, or perhaps the future.
"I" grasped a short blade and lunged at a black-haired man. Amidst his merciless mockery, I fell into a trap, my bones shattered and my tendons torn, and I died a violent death...
A middle-aged man with blond hair and a golden beard sat at the table and talked to her. People around him came and went, occupying other tables and chairs, but ignored the empty seat next to him...
From a strange perspective overlooking the ground from a high altitude, the sky was as black as ink, and the mountains on the ground were undulating, but there was no human habitation, only desolate...
The whispering sound beside my ear gradually approached and became louder, as if someone had turned the speaker switch to the maximum until the sound was deafening.
The small, cozy guest room before me gradually receded into the distance, encroached upon by the surrounding darkness, the gas lamp flickering and extinguishing.
Am I...losing control?
What went wrong?
Was the potion's configuration process wrong, was there a hidden contamination in the Beyonder's properties, or did he think he had completely digested the "Assassin" potion, but it left behind a deep hidden danger?
Angel could no longer feel her limbs or body, only her thoughts were still flowing. This situation, as if her soul was being pulled out of her body and her five senses were gradually disappearing, actually allowed her to gradually recover from her previous panic.
The light returned to his eyes, but his perspective gradually rose, looking down at the tables and chairs, the single bed and the woman on the floor in the room.
She was looking at herself kneeling on the ground from a strange third-person perspective.
"My" eyes were wide open, eyeballs bulging, veins around the eye sockets and even on the face were visible, the exposed skin on my hands turned blue and purple, and they were draped limply on my kneeling legs, with my neck tilted up, as if invisible hands were strangling my throat.
Is this death...
In an instant, an invisible wind blew, and the scene in front of Angel quickly disappeared.
When I closed my eyes and opened them again, the floor, tables and chairs seemed to rotate 90 degrees clockwise, appearing in front of me at a strange angle.
She returned to her perspective before she "lost control". She didn't know when she had fallen to the ground. The gas lamp on the wall was still emitting warm light, and the empty measuring cup was upside down next to her hand.
There were still whispers in her ears and a slight burning sensation in her throat, but this familiar feeling almost brought her to tears.
He was still alive, not turning into a mindless monster out of control, or simply turning into a pool of flesh and blood, like the original owner of this body.
She gathered her thoughts, closed her eyes again, and skillfully entered a meditative state, gradually getting rid of the effects of the remaining potion.
The whisper in his ear gradually faded away. Angel tried to swallow his saliva. The burning sensation in his throat quickly faded away after a stinging sensation.
It seems that the promotion of the "instigator" was successful?
Feeling a little relieved, she struggled to get up from the floor, stumbled to the bathroom while holding onto the wall, turned on the gas light, and stood in front of the half-length mirror.
The familiar face in the mirror did not have bulging blue veins like in the previous illusion. Only the purple color of the eyes became deeper, almost completely black, and even the sclera around them was stained with a strange color.
This is the outward manifestation of the potion's power.
She has become an "instigator".
…became the “instigator” again.
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After quickly washing his face and clearing off the sweat, Angel returned to the guest room and sorted out the borrowed crucibles, measuring cups and other utensils. Then he sat back exhausted at the head of the bed, feeling the strength he had gained.
If a potion comes with extraordinary abilities or spells, then after the advancement, the corresponding knowledge will automatically appear in the mind of the extraordinary person.
Only through this could she confirm that she had indeed become an "instigator".
The core abilities of the "Instigator" potion are "persuasion" and "misguidance." If used skillfully by a Beyonder, it can also achieve a certain "charming" effect.
Through the combination of these language skills, the "instigator" can easily stir up malice and greed in people's hearts, instigate others to commit crimes, create conflicts among the crowd, and trigger bloodshed.
Even in life, a few casual words can make the other party easily believe the "instigator" and regard him as a confidant.
Angel thought of the instigator, Tris, whom he had met in Tingen City.
Even though he was also a Beyonder, he succumbed to the other party's "persuasion" and "charm" and almost became the other party's prey, not to mention the defenseless ordinary people.
The victims of the "Alfalfa Massacre" are the best proof of this.
In addition to the newly acquired language abilities, the biggest improvement after being promoted to Sequence 8 is that the core abilities of the original "Assassin" have been greatly enhanced.
His nimble movements, eyesight, dark vision, and charged attack were all enhanced to varying degrees, and his spirituality was more abundant, allowing him to sustain his clairvoyance for a longer period of time.
Of course, now that he had just taken the potion and achieved a promotion, Angel was not prepared to test the limits of his spiritual power, lest he "lose control" again.
Unlike the life-and-death experience during a fierce battle with adrenaline surging, this feeling of floating in the air like a ghost and watching her body gradually move towards death was too terrifying, and she didn't want to try it again.
And those strange hallucinations...
She tried to recall the scenes she had just seen at the edge of time and space, but it was like remembering what she had eaten for breakfast a week ago. She knew it happened, but she couldn't remember the specific circumstances.
Looking at his hands which had recovered from the purple color to white, Angel made up his mind that even if he had no money to buy potion materials, he would never use extraordinary characteristics to directly advance.
I won't be so lucky next time...
“Dongdong——”
A knock on the door woke Angel from her deep thought. She looked around the room first, and when she found nothing that could reveal her recent promotion, she walked to the door and asked in a low voice:
"Who is it?"
"Rupert Norman, Clement is notifying everyone to gather in the first floor lobby for a meeting. The 'action' may have to be brought forward."
From outside the door came the voice of the "Midnight Poet" who had come to support from Stoen City. His voice was usually a bit slick, but now it was extremely serious.
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