Taking two steps forward and crossing the coffee table, Klein stretched his body and shook his wrists, but he didn't find any abnormalities.
He looked out the oriel window at the dim and gloomy street lamps and muttered to himself thoughtfully, "My hands are more dexterous, and my movements are more agile.
My hands are more dexterous, and my movements are more agile. Even without Beyonder powers, I can become a top magician as long as I study hard.
This was his first impression of his body's changes.
And just like what was recorded in the Nighthawks' internal records, if the potion provided a certain magical ability, then the Beyonder would be able to sense it after consuming it and grasp the specifics. It was as if the corresponding knowledge had been injected into the mind through a mysterious method and was imprinted in the mind.
"My head nearly exploded just now …" Klein smiled and shook his head. He carefully recalled the previous feeling and the corresponding spells.
It had to be said that Magicians were indeed powerful Sequence 7 Beyonders. They had many magical powers, and they could all be cast quickly.
Among them, there were three that Klein valued the most.
At the top of the list was "Damage Transfer"!
As long as he didn't die directly, as long as his hands could still move, he could transfer the fatal wounds to his arms or other less important areas, turning fatal injuries into minor ones. This was a Beyonder power that was very useful for survival in actual combat.
The only problem was that at Sequence 7, the wounds could only be transferred to his own body, and there was only one chance. Perhaps as his Sequence increased, he could transfer it to an object or someone else … It really feels like magic … Klein imagined the future.
The second spell was Flaming Jump. Within a range of thirty meters, he could flash between the fire seed he left behind and the flames he already had. It was similar to teleportation, and it seemed to be a special ability that relied on the spirit world.
Yes, it can be used to perform magic … Klein mocked himself with great satisfaction.
More importantly, as he digested the potion and advanced his Sequence, the range of Flaming Jump would increase significantly.
The third spell-like Beyonder power was the Air Bullet that Klein had seen from the suited clown from the Secret Order.
Magicians could use the snap of their fingers to simulate sounds to create Air Bullets that were as powerful and fast as bullets fired from special revolvers. Furthermore, its effects would also increase with the progress of the potion's digestion and the development of his Sequence. Klein suspected that when he reached Sequence 5 or 4, he would be able to use his hands to create cannonballs.
This way, there's no need for me to buy pistols and bullets. No, I still have to buy another one. There are many things that I don't need to reveal that I have Beyonder powers. Problems that can be solved with guns aren't problems. Klein nodded indiscernibly and turned to examine the other spells and spell-like powers.
The fourth was Paper Figurine Substitutes. At critical moments, Magicians could temporarily turn a paper figurine they carried into themselves and swap places with themselves. This was a relatively simple substitution spell. Apart from blocking a fatal blow, it could also effectively weaken the damage of curses.
So this is the use of the paper figurines carried by Nimblewright Master Rosago … He must've found it a pity because he was corrupted by the True Creator. There's no way for him to use a substitute … The biggest problem with this spell is that it requires the preparation of materials in advance, which is a relatively exquisitely tailored paper figurine. In the early Fifth Epoch, Beyonders who carried such items would undoubtedly be viewed as black warlocks. Now, if they were discovered, they would most likely be suspected … Klein carefully considered the uses and limitations of Paper Figurine Substitutes.
The fifth was a spell-like ability called Flame Control. As the name suggested, through a simple action, one could control the flames within a thirty-meter radius. It could also directly ignite certain items within the range. When the potion was completely digested or a Sequence was advanced, one could even "summon" flames out of thin air.
The sixth was Illusion Creation. By influencing the surrounding environment, one could create an illusion with colors, sounds, and smells that was close to reality. It could achieve the effect of passing off the fake as the real thing and deceive the enemy.
This can be considered a special skill of Magicians … Klein chuckled and walked to the oriel window, smugly admiring the night view of the streets.
The seventh was a fake "underwater breathing". Its principle was to create an invisible thin air tube so that the magician could breathe freely under the water. It looked as if he had become a so-called murloc.
The problem was that there was a limit to the length of the air tube. At present, Klein could only maintain a length of about five meters. In other words, once the water depth exceeded five meters, he might drown.
Of course, the digestion of the potion and the advancement of his Sequence would result in the substantial growth of the air tube.
The eighth was a spell-like ability, Bone Softening. This could help Magicians break free from handcuffs, ropes, and boxes.
It's also a special skill! Klein thought in a good mood.
The ninth was an evolution of a Clown's ability to turn paper into flying daggers. It was called Paper as Weapons. Not only could it transform paper into sharp objects, but it could also temporarily transform it into weapons such as clubs and bricks.
These were the nine main spells or spell-like abilities of Magicians. Although they weren't particularly powerful in attack and defense, and they lacked sufficiently strange types, they were magical and varied. It allowed Klein's strength to instantly increase by more than one level. He was even better at life-preservation and escaping.
Furthermore, Magicians had the ability to cast spells quickly. Beyonders of this Sequence didn't need to chant incantations or inject spirituality. All they needed was a simple action to cast the corresponding spell or spell-like ability.
In addition, the potion also allowed Klein to obtain some small tricks, but they weren't very practical.
I can barely be considered a pretty good Beyonder … Klein sighed silently.
Just as he was about to head out for a stroll and make a trip to The Brave to restock his revolver and bullets, the crimson moonlight outside the oriel window, which was dyed by the light from the gas lamps, suddenly deepened!
Klein looked up in surprise and found that the dark clouds and mist in the sky had dissipated. The crimson moon, which was slightly more circular than a semicircle, was clearly revealed.
Its outline quickly filled out, and in just a second or two, it became a full moon, a full moon that was as red as blood!
And it had only been two weeks since the last full moon!
According to the normal calendar and the contents of astronomy, there were still about ten days before the next full moon!
This is the Blood Moon? Klein's lips moved slightly as he muttered to himself in relief.
In this World, the moon's changes were both regular and irregular.
Usually, it was identical to what Klein had experienced in his previous life, but there were always a few times a year when it would suddenly become round and red like blood. Such a situation was illogical. Sometimes, it would only happen once a year, and sometimes, it would happen four or five times a year.
Be it an astronomer or a mysticologist, none of them could explain this phenomenon. They couldn't come up with a pattern, so they could only temporarily ignore this problem and treat it as one of the mysteries. They joked that perhaps the Goddess was suddenly in a bad mood, and that the changes in a woman's mood were undoubtedly irregular.
Of course, not knowing the reason and not understanding the essence didn't mean that there wasn't a corresponding conclusion to the phenomenon. In mysticism, this situation was called the Blood Moon. It was believed that it would cause the rise and eruption of negative emotions. It was believed that it would strengthen the powers of the Underworld and the spirit world. Even if the dead weren't awakened, they could still crawl out of their graves.
"This is the second time this year, right?" Klein stood by the oriel window and admired the clear and clean sky. He admired the round, red full moon and felt that he was in a rather good state.
…
In a certain house in Cherwood Borough.
Fors Wall, who had attended a gathering that night and couldn't return to her two-bedroom room in St. George Borough, was sitting cross-legged on the sofa in the living room. As she chewed on the new bread with meat and vegetables, her hair was disheveled as she thought about the plot of her next novel.
Suddenly, she frowned and threw away the food and pen in her hand.
The moonlight shining in from the window grew stronger and redder, and Fors's expression turned more pained.
Every full moon, she would hear the ravings that drove her crazy!
Thump!
She fell off the sofa, her body contorted as she struggled.
After a while, she grabbed a large handful of hair, but the pain didn't alleviate the feeling that her head was about to explode. It didn't calm the restlessness that made her want to end her life.
"It's happening again …" Fors muttered in pain as her legs twitched.
She chanted the honorific name of the god she believed in with great difficulty, hoping to obtain redemption.
"Great, God of Steam and Machinery …
"You are the essence, the embodiment …
"You are the artisan's, protector …
"You are the radiance of technology, the radiance …"
As she chanted over and over again, Fors's pain didn't lessen. Instead, it intensified.
Bang!
As she tumbled violently, she accidentally knocked over the coffee table, scattering the books on it to the ground.
Unable to hold it in any longer, Fors frantically scratched at the wooden leg of the coffee table with her fingernails. She scratched out deep marks one after another, producing a jarring creaking sound.
Pa!
Her fingernails were broken by force!
Her hair was growing longer in a strange manner!
At that moment, Fors felt that she would lose control that very night and become a monster. She had already chanted the honorific names of several gods, but none of them were saved.
"I'm going to die … I'm going to die …" As she twisted and tumbled, she suddenly saw a piece of paper with ancient Hermes written on it.
It was a mysterious incantation that Xio had discovered from "History of the Rouen Kingdom's Aristocracy"!
Her chanting had even attracted an existence that was suspected to be an evil spirit!
Even if it's an evil spirit … As long as it can help me … I'm willing to accept it … This thought flashed across Fors's mind in a muddled manner.
She struggled to look over and used all her strength to whisper:
"The Fool that doesn't belong to this era …
"The mysterious ruler above the gray fog …
"The King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck …
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