15 Minsk Street, in a damp and cold kitchen.
Klein rummaged through a newly bought iron pot, poured water into it, and carefully scrubbed it a few times.
Then, he threw a few matches inside and snapped his fingers.
Scarlet flames soared, and under his control, they quickly burned away the remaining water droplets without damaging the surface of the iron pot.
This time, the potion formula didn't have any ingredients like pure water, so Klein was even more careful than the previous two times. He didn't wish to add any additional supplementary ingredients to prevent any major problems.
Although he could divine the success of the potion concoction, and it wouldn't endanger his life, the outcome would be that the potion would be ruined. It would be rather difficult to extract the Beyonder characteristic from it, just like removing the mental corruption of a Rampager. There needed to be a corresponding technique, method, or ritual, and Klein wasn't able to gather a second set of ingredients in a short period of time.
After completing his preparations, he looked at the neatly arranged boxes and took a deep breath. He recalled the potion formula one last time.
"Faceless: Main ingredients: Thousand-faced Hunter's mutated pituitary gland, characteristic of a Human-skinned Shadow. Supplementary ingredients: 80 milliliters of Thousand-faced Hunter's blood, 5 drops of Black Jimsonweed juice, 10 grams of Dragon Tooth Grass powder, 3 strands of hair from a Deep-sea Naga."
He first picked up the cardboard box from Vampire Emlyn White, opened it, and took out a glass bottle containing 100 milliliters of Thousand-faced Hunter's blood.
Glancing at the tick marks, Klein unscrewed the lid and steadily poured the viscous liquid into the iron pot, which changed its color due to the changes in light.
As it was a supplementary ingredient, he didn't pursue too much precision, so he didn't use chemical experiment equipment to separate and titrate the liquid.
The Thousand-faced Hunter's blood was like thin honey, slowly filling the bottom of the iron pot. When Klein felt that it was enough, he stopped tilting it and let the liquid flow back.
There's about 20 milliliters left. My spiritual intuition is rather accurate … Klein retracted his gaze from the glass bottle and solemnly tightened the lid. The 20 milliliters of Thousand-faced Hunter's blood could be used to create mystical items, Beyonder weapons, Beyonder scrolls, or to draw symbols in certain ritualistic magic. It was still very precious.
After putting the glass bottle back into the box stuffed with cotton, Klein followed the order and added the Black Datura juice and Dragon Tooth Grass powder. The liquid in the iron pot bubbled.
Without pausing, he used his black-gloved right hand to pick up three snake-like dark blue hairs and steadily placed them on the surface of the liquid.
Sizzle!
A faint mist rose from the iron pot, and the color of the liquid turned dark blue.
It has such a miraculous effect without adding the main ingredient … As expected of a Sequence 6 potion … Klein reached out to grab the silver tin box that Vampire Emlyn White had given him.
With a smack, Klein opened the lid, revealing the peach-like object inside.
He didn't directly touch the mutated pituitary gland in the Thousand-faced Hunter's brain. Instead, he placed the tin box on top of the iron pot and flipped it over.
The yellow-brown object that had brain-like bumps and depressions fell down and collided with the dark blue liquid.
At this moment, there were no droplets of water splashing up. The pituitary gland that was constantly changing its appearance silently melted.
The grayish-white and yellow-brown colors rapidly fused with the dark blue, and the bubbling bubbles increased in size.
At this point, Klein was already a little nervous, but he still managed to control himself. He picked up the last box and poured the huge diamond-like Human-skinned Shadow characteristic into the iron pot.
Suddenly, all the mist converged. Even the light from the gas wall lamps showed signs of being attracted and devoured, dimming significantly.
When everything returned to normal, Klein could clearly see what the final potion looked like.
It was blackish-green in color, and from time to time, it would slowly produce bubbles the size of an eye. It was as though it had a life of its own, burping every few seconds.
When the bubbles reached the surface, they would immediately burst, and during this process, they would reflect light and all sorts of colors.
These colors outlined different faces, and the facial features seemed to be a random combination.
Klein picked up the iron pot with one hand and poured the liquid inside into a glass bottle that he had prepared beforehand. Due to the potion's characteristics, there wasn't any residue.
After using divination to confirm that the degree of danger was acceptable, which meant that the potion had been successfully concocted, Klein took the bottle of Faceless and walked steadily back to the second floor. He entered his bedroom, which had its curtains drawn.
After locking the door, he sat on the edge of the bed and used Cogitation to calm himself down.
After sitting for more than ten seconds, Klein unscrewed the bottle cap, raised his right hand, and poured all the potion into his mouth.
A slight tingling sensation reverberated in his mouth and esophagus, eventually fermenting into a numbness that made him lose his senses.
Klein's mind seemed to be pulled out of his body as he watched his mouth melt, his nose melt, his ears melt, his eyes melt, and his entire face melt!
In just two to three seconds, his face and head had turned into white wax that had been roasted by fire. His body also had a similar abnormality. His bones and skin seemed to be melting in his blood.
No, I can't allow this situation to develop! Klein knew that if he didn't control it well, he would be on the verge of losing control at any moment.
As a bystander, he tried his best to return his thoughts to his body. He tried his best to visualize the image of layers of overlapping spheres of light, and he tried his best to maintain his Cogitation state.
After a short but repeated attempt, he finally felt his body again. He tried his best to control every tiny part of his body, so as to stabilize his final bottom line.
The melting and dissolution came again and again. Klein didn't know how long he had held on, but he finally waited until it was over and he regained the feeling that his body belonged to him.
At this moment, he knew that he had finally broken through the threshold and entered Sequence 6, becoming a Faceless!
Klein didn't sweat, but he was abnormally exhausted. He barely stood up and walked to the full-body mirror in an attempt to observe his present appearance.
Under the illumination of the gas fireplace, he took two steps back, causing the ground to creak.
The scene in the mirror was abnormally terrifying!
Klein saw that his face and exposed skin were covered in dense, light-colored granules. This would make any normal creature feel numb just by looking at it, and they would subconsciously resist it. Those who were a little more timid might even lose their minds.
I know the acting method, and I've already completely digested the Magicians potion. Yet, it's still rather difficult for me to advance to Sequence 6. I'm only two to three steps away from losing control. Those Beyonders who barely have the qualifications to consume the corresponding potion over time will have to endure a great deal of risk. The chances of failure are definitely not low … It's no wonder that Sequence 7 Beyonders are more commonly seen in the various Churches, serving as relatively low-level captains and bishops. And at Sequence 6, the number of Beyonders begins to plummet … Klein closed his eyes and retreated to a chair.
With the help of Cogitation, he converged the overflowing spirituality and recovered from his exhaustion.
After about ten minutes, the disgusting granules on his body dissipated and fused with his flesh and blood.
Phew. Klein exhaled, walked back to the full-body mirror, and looked at his bearded self.
Suddenly, the beard began to squirm. His flesh and skin were like half-melted wax, undergoing a strange change.
In just a second or two, Klein returned to his original appearance: black hair, brown eyes, ordinary facial features, a clean face, a rather deep outline, and a slightly thin figure.
He quietly looked at his past self, stretched out his right hand, and pressed it against his face.
With a gentle swipe, Klein's face changed again. His nose bridge was high, and his lips were extremely thin. There was a hint of delicacy in his handsomeness, and there was an unconcealable pride in his eyes. He was none other than Vampire Emlyn White.
A little short … He gave a self-deprecating laugh.
At this moment, the bones and ligaments in his body produced cracking sounds as he suddenly grew taller. In terms of appearance, he looked no different from Emlyn White.
I discovered that I can accurately recall the appearance and temperament of every person I know, as well as grasp their unique scent … Klein's pores squirmed as his body changed accordingly, causing his scent to be different.
He looked at the full-body mirror once again, letting his hairline recede slowly, turning the color of his eyes into a deep gray.
Silently, Dunn Smith seemed to come alive again as he stared at the team member who kept reporting abnormalities.
Slowly exhaling, Klein returned to his original appearance, but the corners of his mouth were still curled up.
He thought for a moment, took a few steps back, and looked at the Ladies Aesthetics magazine he had bought to look at fashionable beauties. He memorized the appearance of the actress on the cover.
Then, he returned to the full-body mirror and wiped his face with his right hand.
When he looked at the mirror again, there was already a young lady with black hair that reached her shoulders, delicate brows, and exquisite facial features.
It really works … Klein looked down at his chest and found that there wasn't any protrusion there.
He tried his best to control his body, moving his fat and a portion of his flesh, barely managing to produce a pair of "A" s.
As for his lower body, he was completely helpless against it.
That is to say, it's only a superficial change that doesn't involve the essence … Also, I can only grow and shrink by ten centimeters at the moment, and it's difficult to do anything beyond this range … Also, there's a limit to the enlargement and shrinking of my head. For example, Father Utravsky's half-giant head is something I can't replicate … Also, I can only instantly observe the target's appearance and temperament, but I'm unable to know anything about him. It's very easy to be exposed when encountering a Spectator like Miss Justice … Heh heh, at the Clown stage, it's the Clown who restrains the Spectator. But at the Faceless stage, it's the Spectator who restrains me. Interesting …
With this in mind, Klein stopped changing and returned to the image of Sherlock Moriarty.
Divination, combat, and Magicians's Beyonder powers had all been enhanced, but the exact extent of the increase had to be confirmed through practice. I'll take some time to go to the Crag Club tomorrow … Klein took one last look and went downstairs to clean up the mess.
After dealing with the loose ends, he quickly washed up and got into bed.
Lying there, looking at the crimson moonlight that seeped in through the window, he gradually calmed down after gaining some confidence.
After a few minutes, Klein slowly closed his eyes and said to himself with a smile, "That's not the case.
"Good night, Faceless."
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