6kv Chapter 192 The Recorder
Chapter 192 The Recorder
Chapter 192 The Recorder
"A fool who does not belong to this era, a mysterious ruler above the gray fog, the king of yellow and black who holds the reins of good fortune."
"Your devout followers pray to you:"
We implore you to open the gates of your kingdom;
I pray that you will bestow your blessings.
As each ancient Hermes syllable was uttered, the candle in front of Sirion, representing "The Fool," suddenly turned grayish-white, and the flickering, dim yellow flame instantly expanded, shooting up two or three meters high.
The writhing flames were torn apart from the inside by an invisible force, twisting and contorting to form a phantom, dark blue gate covered with countless mysterious patterns and symbols.
Amidst the illusory groan, the dark blue gate slowly opened a crack just wide enough for one person. An endless gray mist condensed into a large hand that reached out from behind the "gate" and slowly lowered at his feet.
The hand formed from the gray mist vanished in an instant, and a glass containing a clear liquid appeared at his feet.
Glancing at the glass at his feet, Cyril snapped his fingers, extinguishing the two candles lit during the prayer ceremony and abruptly ending the ritual.
Above the gray mist, Klein stared at the dark blue gate that had suddenly vanished before him, and the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.
"This is something you use and then throw away, right?"
"That's really realistic. Before, in front of Mr. 'Fool,' I was always addressed with 'Respected...' and 'Your Excellency,' but now that I've revealed my identity, I'm just a 'Hey, delivery guy.'"
He shook his head, glanced at the somewhat empty hall, then enveloped himself with his spiritual energy, simulating the feeling of falling, and directly left the space above the gray mist.
In the attic, Sirion casually tossed his paintbrush into a small bucket filled with water, then carefully examined the painting depicting mountains, snowmelt, and glaciers from top to bottom.
After a moment, he enveloped his hands with his spirituality, then stretched them out towards the still-damp painting in front of him.
The moment he touched the painting, his hands passed right through it, but did not emerge from the other side of the paper.
After some exploration, he retrieved the painting from the scroll with a handful of glacial water in his hands.
After placing the glacial water from the painting into the prepared container, Sirien grabbed a towel to dry his hands, then took out the Rune coin he always carried and flicked it into the air.
The gold coin tumbled a few times in mid-air before landing back in his palm with a snap.
Face up indicates approval!
Cyril raised an eyebrow, clearly in a good mood.
"As expected, it works. In the process of concocting potions, the symbolic meaning of these non-spiritual auxiliary materials is more important than their special properties."
"In this case, using fantasy to replace some of the auxiliary materials is perfectly fine."
As he muttered to himself, Cyril picked up the glass containing glacial water and then added water from an artificial lake in a park in the southern part of the bridge, as well as seawater that Alger, the "Hanged Man," had sent through Klein.
He didn't deliberately weigh it. With the spiritual intuition of an "astrologer," he figured that a casual pour wouldn't be much different from a precise instrument weighing. After mixing the three types of water, he intuitively poured a certain amount of mercury and honeysuckle essential oil into the glass, and then placed three pages of the original manuscript of Russell's diary inside.
Finally, he inserted a strange eye containing intricate gray-white patterns, full of unrealism, and tinged with dazzling starlight.
As the cup was shaken, the material, which had been in a solid state, melted rapidly, mixed together, and became transparent at a speed visible to the naked eye.
A few breaths later, all the colors in the cup disappeared, leaving only a clear, almost solidified liquid that filled most of the cup.
Clang!
The gold coin bounced out of Sirion's hand again, spun a few times, and landed back in his hand.
After confirming that the potion had been successfully prepared, Sirion did not hesitate at all. He brought the cup to his lips, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp.
The icy liquid slid down my throat, cool and refreshing, without any texture or taste, and was completely absorbed by my body before it even reached my esophagus.
After drinking the potion, Cyril stood there stunned, his eyes filled with dazzling starlight that kept changing and appearing chaotic and distorted. At the same time, his skin gradually became clear and transparent, just like the potion he had just drunk.
Beneath the translucent skin, layers of colorful starlight floated, like a vast and intricate instrument composed of countless tiny insects.
At this moment, Sirion felt as if his head had been split in two, one half remaining inside his body, experiencing various changes and pains, while the other half was constantly climbing to higher dimensions.
The two completely different feelings caused mental confusion, making it difficult for him to calm down and focus on Pusheng.
Until that half of my thoughts, which had been climbing ever since, finally stopped, and I finally reached the end, the very top of all dimensions.
喻～
In an instant, his ears were filled with a sharp, piercing sound, as if a speeding steam train was running over his head.
Amidst the deafening roar, which sounded like a terrifying cacophony, he caught a few fragmented, malicious words that didn't belong to any known language:
"Thief...outsider...cooperation...join me..."
"Thief. Despicable person..."
After gradually getting used to the recurring, booming sounds in his ears and the dizziness in his mind, Cyril finally saw the culprit behind all of this.
A swarm of writhing shadows was kept outside by an invisible, magnificent, indestructible, and impenetrable barrier.
As he gazed upon it, the seemingly omnipresent, formless shadow began to shrink, eventually transforming into a vast, all-encompassing eye that looked down upon everything.
Their eyes met briefly, and the half of Cyril's thoughts that were still inside his body suddenly felt a splitting headache, so painful that he could hardly breathe, so painful that he doubted he had lost control.
Even half of the thoughts that had climbed to the upper dimension were plunged into pain and began to fall from the top of the dimension.
It felt as if centuries had passed, yet also as if only a few fleeting moments had elapsed, as Cyril's fragmented thoughts were reunited.
He sat up abruptly from the floor, his chest heaving violently as he gasped for breath.
Hu~hu~
His transparent skin began to return to normal, and the distorted starlight in his eyes gradually coalesced into a shape resembling a phantom book that was slowly turning.
He kept rubbing his brow with one hand and gripping the floor tightly with the other to relieve the throbbing pain in his head and to process the knowledge that had flooded his mind in that instant.
She sat there quietly for several minutes until all the abnormalities in her body disappeared, then Cyril propped herself up and stood up from the floor.
He glanced around; the once tidy attic had become a mess after his unconscious struggle during his ascension.
An overturned easel, scattered drawing paper, shattered glass, and spilled paint bucket.
"Sigh~"
With a sigh, Cyril raised his hand and snapped his fingers lightly.
With a crisp sound, the sheets of drawing paper scattered on the floor bounced back onto the table one by one, the overturned wooden shelf righted itself, and the broken glass pieces, regardless of size, all jumped into the trash can on their own. Even the water stains caused by the overturned paint bucket on the floor dried at a visible speed.
This is the enhanced "object manipulation" and "fog creation" trick following the general upgrade.
Modern "object manipulation" can now be operated with precision and can manipulate multiple objects simultaneously, but it cannot exceed a certain weight.
The "fog-making" technique can quickly vaporize liquids to create fog, but it can also consume more spiritual energy to accelerate the process, causing the fog to evaporate and disappear.
In addition, the other tricks they had mastered were also enhanced to some extent, and were no longer just purely flashy performance tricks. Of course, compared to the extraordinary individuals at Sequence 6, they were still flashy and not very powerful.
In addition to enhancing his original abilities, he also mastered the "recording" ability, the core of the "recorder," and underwent a certain degree of transformation.
The altered "records" can no longer only record extraordinary abilities, but also record special scenes and reproduce them when needed.
The "recording" of a scene will also occupy different levels of "recording" slots depending on the special features contained in the scene.
He can currently only record one extraordinary ability or scenario with divine influence. He can record 12 extraordinary abilities or corresponding scenarios at Sequence 6 and Sequence 5 levels, with half the effect of the original. He can record 30 extraordinary abilities or corresponding scenarios from Sequence 7 to Sequence 9, with an effect close to the original.
This exceeded the capabilities of a newly promoted "record officer".