Klein looked at dark-blue gelatinous liquid, finding it hard to describe it as either a block or cup of liquid. He swallowed his saliva and said in great difficulty, “Am I to drink it just like that?

“Is there no need for any other preparations? Like a ritual, an incantation, or a prayer?”

Old Neil acknowledged tersely before saying, “Preparation? There is. Get a cup of Intis Aurmir grape wine, suck on a Desi cigar, then whistle a relaxing tune, and dance a upbeat court dance. You can do a tap dance if you prefer that. Finally, play a round of Gwent cards…”

When he saw Klein’s expression turn dumbfounded, Old Neil laughed and summarized what he had just said.

“If you feel nervous.”

…You are quite humorous, aren’t you…? The corners of Klein’s mouth twitched as he resisted the urge to draw his gun.

He put his cane down and extended his right hand. As though he held something heavy, he raised the opaque cup. The smell of the potion was faint and seemingly ethereal.

“Lad, do not hesitate. The more you hesitate, the more nervous and afraid you will be. That will only affect the absorption that follows,” said Old Neil with his back facing Klein. It was as though he had said it casually.

It was unknown when he arrived by the nearby water basin. He turned on the tap and washed his hands.

Klein nodded silently and took a deep breath. Just like he was back when he was a child, he pinched his nose and drank it like medicine. He moved the opaque cup to his mouth and tipped his head, drinking it down with a gulp.

A cool and smooth feeling quickly filled his oral cavity. It then flowed through his gullet and into his stomach.

The sticky, dark-blue liquid seemed to grow out thin and long tentacles, bringing stimulation and coldness to every cell in Klein’s body.

He could not help but convulse as his vision rapidly went into a blur. All colors seemed to saturate. The reds were redder, the blues were bluer, and the blacks were blacker. The rich colors blended like an impressionist painting.

Klein had seen such a scene before. It was back when he was questioned by the Spirit Medium, Daly.

At that moment, his vision became a blur and although his mind felt light, it was clear. He felt like a castaway floating in the sea.

Slowly, his surroundings turned discernible. All the colors returned to their original as a grayish and blurry fog emanated.

Around him were bodies he found difficult to describe. There were transparent objects that did not seem to exist. Deep down, there were clean light clusters of different colors. The light seemed to possess life or contain immense knowledge.

This is a little similar to what I saw during the luck enhancement ritual… As Klein instinctively looked down, he realized that ‘he’ was still standing in his original spot, body convulsing.

Suddenly, he came to a realization, causing his consciousness to sink abruptly and fuse with him.

Boom!

The fog quickly dissipated as the colors restored to normal. The bright, clear halo and the inexistent objects instantly vanished.

The scene in the alchemy room returned to normal, but Klein felt his head swell. He felt like it was being yanked apart. Whatever he saw had countless afterimages. His ears were overwhelmed by an ethereal murmur.

“Hornacis… Flegrea… Hornacis… Flegrea… Hornacis… Flegrea…”

Klein felt a stabbing pain at his forehead as he quickly had thoughts of causing destruction to vent the discomfort in him.

frowned and hurriedly

you did not use to hear?” said Old Neil, at his side with a concealed

Neil, what should I do?” Klein tolerated the intense mania and

Old Neil chuckled.

means to control it. Alright, do as I say. Think of an object in your mind, something common. Make it

quickly focused as he envisaged his own halved top hat woven from black silk. He recalled the feeling when he touched it and

all your focus on it. Keep repeating that while creating the outlines. Does it feel a little better?” Old Neil’s

by bit to the imagined top hat. He felt the murmurs subside into a whisper before they vanished. The afterimages he saw

better,” said Klein after calming his mind of chaotic emotions and

and discovered that nothing abnormal had

his limbs and with half-anticipation and half-doubt, asking, “I succeeded?

mirror-like mercury plate and shoved it in

“Look at your eyes.”

he was wearing a black top hat. His outline stood out and his facial features looked normal. Apart from having his

looked at his eyes. Only then did he discover that his brown eyes had deepened quite significantly. It was so much deepened that it was like the night—one in complete darkness. It felt so deep

Without looking very carefully, even

potion’s powers. When you learn Cogitation and how to converge your power, your eyes will return to normal.” Old Neil smiled as he reached out his right hand.

out his hand and shook it. “Mr. Neil, when can I learn how to

It’s even more so for Beyonders,” said Old Neil with a smile. “Just now, producing an object in your mind to divert your attention and

eyes and once again, his mind depicted the halved top

before. Soon, random thoughts that surfaced would quickly

that does not exist in this world, an object you imagine completely out of thin

will obtain knowledge only you yourself can understand. In the domain of mysticism studies, it’s called a Mystic Experience,” said Old Neil using a pacifying tone. “You just need

Would things from Earth count? Klein attempted using an earthy-green intercontinental missile he saw on

he outlined it or imagined it, he ultimately only ended up

like it will work… Klein had no choice but to let his

light and then many similar objects, gathering

stacked upon one another. It felt like an object of fantasy. Klein’s thoughts gradually turned ethereal

seem to exist, the fog with the bright clusters of light, and the complex colors appeared once again. They floated in the sky

inch by inch as he looked down at them quietly. He sensed

As expected of a Seer. You entered Cogitation very smoothly. You are just slightly worse than me back then. Slightly,” said Old Neil with a chuckle. “In that case, I’ll begin teaching you the most common, easiest to grasp, and most useful ability in the future in

the gas lamps one after another but opened the door to the alchemy room. It made

your

and keep them open until you are accustomed to the

Old Neil’s description. He saw the silhouettes of his

gaze on a spot behind your hands. It has to be behind. Then, slowly

cast his gaze at an empty spot behind his palms. He then slowly moved his

Klein saw a fiery-red

He let

aura,” said Old Neil with a chuckle. “No rush. Do it a few more times. After stabilizing it, look elsewhere. I’ll also take this opportunity to explain to you the different meanings

moved his fingers back and forth while having his vision trained

of a human into four levels. At its core is the Spirit Body, which is also everyone’s basic spirituality. There is a school of thought that believes all biological creatures have spirituality and have a

the goal of Cogitation and the method

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