As soon as she spoke, the writing on the notebook suddenly changed:
“Advancement request received from the Saintess of the Church of Life. Do you approve?”
“???”
“What the heck? I have to approve myself?” Celia's mouth fell open slightly.
Then, she said with some uncertainty, “Approve?”
Just then, the Advancement Stone in Celia's hand suddenly broke free from her palm and floated into the air.
A small whirlwind suddenly whipped up around it out of nowhere, and the blue light it emitted grew increasingly radiant. Within a few breaths, it completely swallowed Celia's vision.
When she opened her eyes again, Celia felt her vision become crystal clear, and her mind was sharper than ever before.
“Have I become a Beyonder?”
Looking at her hands, she could clearly feel the changes that had occurred in her body.
So what is my ability...
Just then, she noticed that her consciousness seemed to have suddenly split in two, and two completely different scenes appeared in her mind.
One scene was of her current room, while the other was in the plaza of Leytin City...
There stood a black-haired, black-eyed girl whose name seemed to be Solana. Celia could clearly feel that she could completely control her, and could even unleash black flames.
Could this also be a Rank One ability of some pathway...?
At the same time, she discovered that two different emotions suddenly welled up inside her. One was the calm she had just regained, while the other carried a hint of sorrow...
They overlapped, making Celia feel a bit confused about her own identity, but the rationality brought by the advancement did a good job of keeping the two distinct.
Is this my ability?
No, that wasn't right. She could clearly feel that the power contained within the one in the plaza seemed to vaguely exceed the Rank One level she knew.
Furthermore, she could also clearly perceive that her Rank One ability should be related to briefly controlling someone's mind, rather than dominating a Beyonder who might be of the same rank!
What on earth was going on?
Could it be a cheat from her transmigration? Or did it have to do with that notebook?
“Sigh, forget it. What's the use of thinking about all this? What I need to do now is resolve the crisis at hand!” Celia silently cheered herself on in her heart.
...
Matthew Gray was walking on the road leading to the cathedral.
He felt that he had been incredibly busy lately, having to both complete the tasks assigned by his organization and carry out a commission from a certain mysterious person.
He carried two spiritual items on his person. One was a black robe that could reduce his presence, and the other was the lantern in his hand.
As his footsteps drew closer, the outline of the cathedral gradually became clear. He pulled out a communication crystal and asked into it:
“This is the place, right? The place she comes to every day.”
“Yes. You only need to trigger a small-scale contamination here, just like before.”
“Are you sure she's just an ordinary person?”
“Correct. Based on my observations during this period, she is just a most ordinary Saintess. Furthermore, I have specifically confirmed that the Rank Two bishop in the city is not around today. No one will get in our way.” A confident voice came from the crystal.
“Alright.”
Stowing the communication crystal away, his gaze fell upon the young girl currently conversing in front of the cathedral.
She wore a white-gold robe with a hood, from which pale pink hair cascaded out.
Her delicate face always wore a smile. When she spoke, her hands would always fold in front of her, quiet and beautiful like a water lily blooming silently during the transition of dawn and dusk.
However, such beauty was destined to be destroyed by his own hands.
A sinister smile appeared on the man's face.
Just as he was about to use the lantern to trigger the contamination, a figure from behind suddenly shoved him, causing him to stumble.
“Which blind bastard was that?!”
He turned around in anger, only to find nothing but a vast crowd behind him.
Huh? Where did they go?
Along with his confusion, he suddenly thought of a strange thing.
By the way, wasn't he wearing the black robe just now? How did that person discover his location?!
Matthew suddenly felt that things were becoming a bit absurd.
Furthermore, once someone found his location while he was wearing the black robe, its effect would immediately fail, leaving a thirty-minute gap.
In other words, his black robe was currently useless...
“Whatever, I'll just keep an eye on the Saintess first. I don't really need this kind of thing anyway,” he thought.
But when Matthew turned his head back, the Saintess was nowhere to be seen.
What was going on? Where did she run off to?
While he was in a daze, a hoarse voice came from the communication crystal: “To your front-left. She ran toward the dark alley.”
She ran? Why at a time like this?
Though puzzled, he still spoke into the crystal:
“Okay, I got it.”
Stowing the crystal away once more, he took a step forward, only for a foot to extend from somewhere, tripping him and sending him sprawling face-first onto the ground.
Scrambling up from the ground while cursing, Matthew wanted to light the lantern to teach those people a good lesson, but then he heard the male voice from the crystal again:
“Now is not the time. If the Saintess escapes, our cooperation is off.”
“Tch, I'll deal with you bastards when I get back!”
He spat fiercely at the crowd behind him before rushing toward the direction mentioned in the crystal.
Passing through the bustling crowd, he arrived at the entrance of the alley. It was dark inside, with rotting cabbage leaves, mortar, and unknown filth accumulated at the base of the walls.
A few fresh piles of ash were scattered on the ground, their edges bearing charred black marks from burning, as if someone had just burned something here. Stepping on them, a sticky sensation came from the soles of his feet, as if he had stepped on the flesh of some living creature...
Just then, a foul stench wafted over. Matthew quickly covered his nose and mouth, muttering in disgust, “Hiss, what is that brat doing in a place like this?”
Continuing forward, the air gradually grew hot and dry. Matthew tugged at his collar, trying his best to let the heat dissipate.
On the eaves overhead, congealed animal fat was even slowly melting under the high temperature, dripping black water that hit the rotting wooden canopy with "thud... thud..." sounds.
“Strange, is Leytin City usually this hot?” Matthew said, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
Suddenly, waves of scorching heat surged toward him, mixed with a trace of bizarre black mist.
Matthew finally realized something was wrong. He spread his hand to catch a bit of the dispersing mist, looking down to feel the bizarre power within it.
“Wait! This is... the Demon sequence?” His pupils constricted.
There's someone else from the Demon sequence here?!
No, impossible. If it were someone from the organization, they should have reported it in advance. But besides the organization's members, who else would walk this sequence...
His mind raced. He scanned his surroundings nervously, his steps becoming increasingly cautious.
Just as he had covered nearly half the distance, clumps of black flames suddenly erupted on the surrounding walls, crawling and wriggling frantically as if they were alive!
“This...” Matthew's heart shuddered.
Before he could recover from the strangeness, the crisp sound of high heels tapping against the ground suddenly echoed from not far ahead without warning!
“Clack... clack... clack...”
Matthew's nerves instantly tightened. His gaze locked onto the depths of the darkness, his hand tightly gripping the handle of the lantern.
Just then, a black-haired girl wearing a Lolita dress stepped out of the shadows and entered his line of sight.
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