EFB Chapter 70: Promotion
Chapter 70: Promotion
The following evening, after receiving a hint from "The Fool," Cyril couldn't wait to perform the ritual of praying for a gift.
"A fool who does not belong to this era, a mysterious ruler above the gray fog, the king of yellow and black who holds the reins of good fortune."
"Your faithful servant begs for your gaze;"
We implore you to open the gates of your kingdom;
I pray that you will grant me strength.
...
As the incantation was chanted, the candle representing "The Fool" in the center of the ceremony suddenly expanded, tearing open a phantom door covered with mysterious patterns from the flames.
The door creaked open with an unsettling sound.
Then a gem the size of a baby's fist shot out from behind the door, made a turn in mid-air, and landed steadily in Cyrien's hand.
Cyril looked down and examined the irregularly shaped, translucent, azure gemstone that seemed to shimmer with tiny stars inside.
The understated spirituality within a gemstone makes it easy to distinguish the authenticity of the material.
After a long and arduous search, he finally collected the last ingredient for the "Astrologer" potion: meteorite crystal.
"Thank you for your help."
He whispered a praise towards the illusory gate that had not yet disappeared during the ceremony, and then impatiently ended the ceremony.
After tidying up the remnants of the ceremony, he took the collected materials and a glass of water and sat down in the chair in front of his desk.
slap~
He snapped his fingers, and the crystal-clear glass, the azure blood crystal, the withered grapevine, and the vibrant octopus eyeballs on the table all came to life, spontaneously jumping into the glass of water one after another.
He then manually added the pre-measured clematis powder and spirits, and gently shook the glass.
In the clear glass, all the ingredients melt at a speed visible to the naked eye and then mix together into a mass.
In about five or six seconds, the liquid in the glass stopped swaying as he shook the glass, almost solidified, lost all its color, and became transparent and clear.
His spiritual intuition told him that the "astrologer's" potion was ready.
Sirion curiously examined the almost solidified, transparent potion in the cup, wondering if it was really safe to drink directly.
After a slight hesitation, he brought the glass to his lips.
The transparent, almost solidified potion did not exhibit any solidity. Instead, it flowed smoothly into the cavity along the curve of the tilted glass, slid into the esophagus, and was digested and absorbed by his body before entering his stomach.
As the potion entered his mouth, Cyril once again felt the separation between his mind and body.
His mind was once again drawn to the abstract and distorted astral realm in the far distance, where he saw an illusory starry sky and bright stars.
This scene was more abstract than any spirit world he had ever seen before; everything seemed illusory, yet everything was undeniably real.
Everything in reality has a corresponding manifestation here, only in a relatively abstract and distorted way.
As he peered into the astral plane, a vast amount of information related to the astral plane and the starry sky flooded into his mind.
Guided by the "Astrologist" potion he had just taken, he mastered a fairly advanced level of astrology in a very short time.
Unlike the knowledge that came with the potions in the previous two sequences, this potion itself was more like giving him the qualification to learn this knowledge. Then the world gave him a little break, allowing him to glimpse the astral plane when his spirituality expanded after taking the potion, and directly obtain some knowledge from the astral plane.
As knowledge poured in, Sirion found that his spirituality and inspiration were growing at an incredible rate.
The sudden surge of spirituality and inspiration inevitably led him to hear whispers from the astral planes:
"The great dimensional lord... the eyes that look down upon the mortal world... the source of all illusions..."
"Eternal reincarnation...a predetermined fate..."
"The ruler of the stars...the law of the boundless cosmos..."
"You insolent usurper, you will eventually come to me and offer me the symbol of your being; this is your inescapable and inescapable future."
...
Each murmur contained a wealth of information, some of which he gleaned from the distorted symbols of the astral plane, and some of which were drawn to him by certain qualities and actively entered his mind.
Others are words that the "higher-dimensional observer" outside the primordial barrier actively conveyed to him as his spirituality grew and his inspiration expanded to an uncontrollable degree.
Words themselves are not His purpose, but a means to establish a strong and stable connection between the two sides inside and outside the original barrier.
As the sounds around him grew more numerous and chaotic, Cyril felt his connection to his body weakening. If this continued, he would soon lose control.
He instinctively wanted to pray to the "Fool" or call out Adam's name, but in his state of mental and physical separation, he was unable to control his body to make any sounds.
The moment the thought formed in his mind, a gentle and rather familiar voice echoed deep within his heart:
"I've always been here."
At that moment, Cyril suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. Although his condition had not improved, Adam's voice made him feel safe.
He had never thought Adam was so reliable.
"Gather your thoughts, and I will pull you into the deepest part of your soul, and materialize the madness that has accumulated and tainted your subconscious."
"You need to eliminate the corrupted negative personality through combat. This is a hidden danger left over from your confrontation with the 'High Dimension Observer' and listening to the voice of the past. It must be cleared away in time."
Adam's voice was soft and soothing, as if it could calm the mind. Cyril instinctively relaxed and nodded slightly.
"it is good."
The next second, he felt an invisible, immense pulling force, and his consciousness was being dragged down at high speed.
In a daze, he saw a vast, dark, and undulating sea all around him, where every drop of water was like a ray of light, as if representing a trace of consciousness or a mark.
The extremely cold seawater, carrying extremely intense emotions, pounded against him, giving him the illusion that he was splitting apart.
No, this is not an illusion; he is truly experiencing a split at this moment.
Thick, black liquid, filled with extreme negative emotions such as madness and resentment, gushed out of his body and condensed into another version of himself in front of him.
With black hair and black eyes, sharp features, wearing a long brown trench coat, he held "Peace Messenger" in his left hand and a long sword stained with mottled blood in his right.
"Wait, this can come with its own weapons?" Sirien stared in astonishment at his fully armed counterpart.
It felt like during a PvP battle where equipment and skills were locked, and the opponent's inventory suddenly became unlocked—he had encountered a cheater.
"Damn, how am I supposed to hit that with my head..."
boom!
His complaints were met with the loud gunfire of the "peace envoys."
The bullet, trailing a silver flame, grazed the hair on his forehead and disappeared into the mural-covered wall that had appeared behind him at some unknown time, splashing a sharp silver light.
boom!boom!
Bullets came one after another, and Sirion didn't dare to waste a moment. He rolled and dodged on the gray marble floor, desperately trying to avoid the "peacemaker's" bullets.
The only saving grace was that the guy on the other side had completely inherited his aimless shooting technique, giving him room to maneuver.
After dodging another bullet, he couldn't help but shout into the air:
"Adam, can you maintain your balance?"
"I was unarmed, but my opponent had guns and knives..."
Adam's voice then echoed in his ears: "This is deep within your heart; you can have it if you want to."
"As long as... I want to?"
Cyril repeated it to himself, a bold idea forming in his mind.
boom!
After dodging another bullet, he raised his hand and rubbed his fingers together, and suddenly a thick white mist rose around him.
"Fog creation technique!"
Waaaaah~
The howling wind rose simultaneously inside and outside the fog, and the two fierce air currents collided, forming an even larger tornado in the center, carrying the fog with them.
"I think I've figured out how to create a tornado, but the wind force is a bit weak."
As he muttered to himself, several bullets trailing silver flames landed around him, scattering sharp silver sparks.
Cyril suddenly felt a little embarrassed, after all, the gun skills of the split personality must also be a 1:1 copy.
Collecting his thoughts, he held his breath, reached out and grabbed, producing a quietly burning, brilliant flame out of thin air.