Lord of the Mysteries

15 Minsk Street, in the dank, cold kitchen.

Klein rummaged for his newly bought large iron pot, poured fresh water into it, and carefully scrubbed it several times.

Then, he dropped some matches into it and snapped his fingers.

The scarlet flames soared, and under his control, they quickly burned the remaining water droplets dry, without harming the surface of the pot.

This time, there were no ingredients such as pure water in the potion recipe, so Klein was even more careful than the previous two times. He wanted to ensure that everything was in good measure to prevent any problems.

Although he was able to divine whether the concoction would be successful or not, at least to not endanger his life, such a result could still involve his potion being ineffective. Attempting to extract the Beyonder characteristics from the concoction would be relatively difficult, just like the removal of the mental corruption of a Rampager. He would need the corresponding technique, methods, or rituals, and Klein wouldn’t be able to gather a second round of ingredients within a short period of time either.

After finishing his preparations, Klein took a deep breath as he looked at the neatly arranged boxes. Finally, he recalled the potion recipe:

“Faceless:

Main ingredients: Mutated pituitary gland of a Thousand-faced Hunter, Characteristic of a Human-skinned Shadow.

Supplementary ingredients: 80 ml of a 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 which came from Vampire Emlyn White. He opened the box and took out the glass bottle that contained 100 milliliters of a Thousand-faced Hunter’s blood.

Glancing at the scale, Klein unscrewed the lid and steadily poured the sticky liquid into the pot with a stable wrist. The liquid changed its color depending on the variation in the lighting.

As it was a supplementary ingredient, he didn’t pursue precision and didn’t use chemical experiment apparatus to separate and titrate the liquid.

The Thousand-faced Hunter’s blood was like thin honey that slowly filled the bottom of the pot. When Klein felt that it was about time, he stopped tilting it and allowed the liquid to flow back.

There’s still about 20 milliliters left; my spiritual intuition is quite accurate… Klein withdrew his gaze from the glass bottle and tightened the lid. This 20 milliliters of Thousand-faced Hunter’s blood could still be used to make mystical items, Beyonder weapons, extraordinary scrolls, or for drawing symbols or labels in some ritualistic magic. It was still very precious.

After putting the glass bottle back into the cotton-filled box, Klein went down the list and added the black Jimsonweed juice and the Dragon Tooth Grass powder. He saw that the liquid in the iron pot started to bubble.

Without pausing, he picked up three strands of dark blue hair that resembled tiny snakes with his black-gloved right hand, and he firmly placed them on the surface of the liquid.

Sizzle!

A faint mist rose from the iron pot, and the color of the liquid turned a deep blue.

a Sequence 6 potion… Klein reached out and grabbed the

a snapping sound, Klein opened the lid of the box,

he placed the tin box over the top of the pot

ridges of a brain fell in, crashing into the dark

no liquid droplets splashed up, and the pituitary gland that was constantly changing its shape silently

quickly merged with the dark blue, and the bubbling

up the last box and overturned the huge diamond-like Human-skinned Shadow

and even the glow of the gas lamps showed signs of being attracted and devoured as the room turned

to normal, Klein finally

bubble the size of an eye, and as if it had a life of its own, it would produce a burping sound every few

bubble reached the surface, it would immediately burst, and during this process, it

picture of different faces, and

inside into a glass bottle that he had prepared beforehand. Because of a

of harm was acceptable, which meant that the potion had been successfully concocted, Klein took

he sat on the edge of the bed and, with the help of Cogitation, calmed his

twisted the cap off of the bottle, raised his

slightly tingling sensation swished in his mouth and esophagus, and finally, it fermented into a

he had the feeling of being a bystander and saw his mouth, nose, ears,

seemed like scorched white wax. His body was similarly abnormal; it was

to continue developing! Klein knew that if he didn’t keep it under control, he could be on the verge of losing control at any

to his body, trying to visualize the layers of

his best to control every tiny part

of how long he held on for,

he had finally broken through the threshold and

got to his feet and walked to the full-length mirror, trying to observe what he

illumination, he took two sudden steps back and caused the

the

covered with dense, pale granules. It would make any normal creature who saw those go numb and subconsciously resist. The more

was still rather difficult. I was only two to three steps away from losing control. I wonder how much of a risk those Beyonders who relied on the accumulation of time and barely qualified to consume the potion faced. The probability of failure definitely isn’t low… It’s no wonder Sequence 7 is relatively common among the members of the Churches, and they will shoulder the responsibility of captain or bishop, while the number of people at Sequence

able to

his body had completely faded and merged

. Klein exhaled, walked back to the full-length mirror, and

his facial hair began to squirm. His flesh and skin began to undergo a bizarre change like half-melted

reverted to his original appearance: black hair, brown eyes, ordinary