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.

Sequence 6 potion… Klein reached

snapping sound, Klein opened the lid of the box,

didn’t directly touch the Thousand-faced Hunter’s mutated pituitary gland. Instead, he placed the tin box over the top of the

yellow-brown object with the grooves and ridges of a brain fell in, crashing

up, and the pituitary gland that

with the dark blue, and the bubbling

point, Klein was a little nervous, but he controlled himself. He picked up the last box and overturned the huge diamond-like Human-skinned Shadow

a sudden, the mist converged, and even the glow of the gas lamps showed signs of

finally saw what

and from time to time, it would produce a bubble the size of an eye, and as if it had a life of its own, it would produce a burping

surface, it would immediately burst, and during this

combined to form a picture of different faces, and the facial features seemed to

picked up the iron pot with one hand and poured the liquid inside into a glass bottle that he had prepared beforehand. Because of a potion’s characteristics, not one bit was left

potion had been successfully concocted, Klein took the Faceless potion bottle and walked steadily back to the second floor, entering the room with the

edge of the bed and, with the help

off of the bottle, raised

and finally, it fermented into a numbing sensation that

being a bystander and saw his mouth, nose, ears, and

seconds, his face and head had turned into what seemed like scorched white wax. His

to continue developing! Klein knew that if he didn’t

body, trying to visualize the layers

He tried his best to control every tiny part of

lost sense of how long he held on for, but when it finally came to an end, he regained the feeling that

through the threshold and was now a

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

lamp’s illumination, he took two sudden steps

the mirror was

skin were covered with dense, pale granules. It would make any normal creature who saw those

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

to restrain his overflowing spirituality and recover

the disgusting granules on his body had completely

to the full-length mirror, and

flesh and skin began to undergo a bizarre change like half-melted

appearance: black hair, brown eyes, ordinary facial features, a