RNP Chapter 35 I can report this!
Chapter 35 I can report this!
"Machine...machine..."
"A machine is composed of multiple mechanisms used to transfer energy..."
Lorne, lying on his bed in the Azure Hotel, muttered to himself.
"Meow—" The sleeping cat suddenly felt the movement beneath it, meowed, and jumped off the bed.
"Is that you, Rachel?" Lorne sat up in bed, still somewhat shaken.
"Meow." The orange cat meowed in affirmation.
"That's terrifying, I actually dreamed about my major courses."
"It was all machines all night long, machines."
Looking at the surrounding scenery, Lorne gradually calmed down.
"Oh right, I time-traveled."
For a moment, he felt a little melancholy.
"Meow?" Laki looked puzzled.
"I'm fine." Lorne rubbed its head.
"By the way, when did I fall asleep, and I didn't even change my clothes?" Lorne felt a little strange looking at his outfit.
Given his habits, no matter how tired he is, he would never leave his clothes on.
"What happened?" Lorne rubbed his head, trying to recall what happened last night.
"Machine...machine...machine..."
"Why is my mind filled with nothing but machines?!" Lorne was speechless; the word kept popping into his head and wouldn't go away.
"Machine, 'Monster' pathway sequence eight." Lorne suddenly frowned.
"How would I know?" His pupils widened slightly, showing utter shock.
Before he could recover from the shock, the information in his mind appeared first.
"The machine can acquire terrifying computing power and precise control, and all aspects of its physical attributes can be significantly enhanced, making it a gifted individual in fields such as combat and shooting. It also possesses the ability to divine and counter-divine."
"I got promoted? And I even have this ability...?"
Well, how should I put it? It feels so ordinary... This was Lorne's first reaction after seeing the "machine's" abilities.
If he had to pay for the recipe and ingredients himself, and ended up with a potion with such a useless effect, he would be furious.
But the reality is, he did nothing and was inexplicably promoted.
This made him want to complain but he couldn't find a reason, since it was free!
"Are all the abilities of this 'monster' pathway so abstract? Aren't there any abilities that are a little more flashy and intuitive?" After thinking it over, Lorne could only direct his resentment at this pathway.
While the "machine's" immense computing power was certainly appealing to Lorne, a science and engineering student, as someone with a certain pursuit of the extraordinary, he still hoped to obtain the kind of ability that could be directly manifested.
"I wonder if the sequence following this path will also be like this?" Lorne couldn't help but think, feeling inexplicably worried about his future.
"So, how exactly did I get promoted?" he began to ponder.
"That corpse!"
"It's the transparent substance on that corpse."
Lorne remembered the corpse he had encountered last night. He had clearly taken the transparent substance from the corpse, but when he returned, he found that the thing had disappeared.
"Could it be that the corpse was a 'machine' in life, and its power was extracted after death and inherited by me?"
This is a reasonable guess in Lorne's opinion, and it also indirectly proves his previous idea that extraordinary can be inherited.
"But this is too much of a coincidence! I've never been this lucky before."
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"This kind of good thing probably won't happen again in the future."
Seeing that he couldn't find an answer, Lorne turned to think about another question.
"How did I absorb it? I didn't do anything!"
"I remember putting that transparent substance directly into my inner pocket; it was right against my chest."
Could it be that the extraordinary substance extracted from the corpse was not mixed into a magic potion like the extraordinary materials, but was absorbed directly through contact with the body?
"If there's a chance, we can try it in the future." Having experienced it firsthand, Lorne was quite convinced of this guess.
"Now that I've figured out the promotion, there's only one thing left."
"That strange gaze." Just thinking about how he felt when he took a shower earlier gave him goosebumps.
"Although the warnings of fate went unheeded, still..."
"However, if my feverishness is due to a promotion, then it has nothing to do with that gaze, so perhaps..."
"No, how could someone who enjoys spying on others while they shower be a good thing!" Lorne shook his head, considering the worst-case scenario.
"Could it be that he noticed me because I took something from the corpse?"
"That shouldn't be the case. Then how do you explain the previous nightmares?"
"The last time was when I went to Iron Cross Street to find that notebook, after I wrote the complaint letter."
"This time it was after I came back from the fortune teller's club..."
Could it be that the notebook has attracted the covetous eyes of a hidden entity?
Aside from that notebook, there shouldn't be anything else. Although I just made some money, I'm not very rich.
It's impossible that some secret entity would do something so pointless for a few hundred pounds.
After much deliberation, Lorne concluded that only that mysterious notebook could attract the attention of a hidden entity. The recipes in that notebook proved to be related to the "diviner's" path.
The guy I met yesterday who covered his eyes was probably also an extraordinary person. You could tell from his presence at the divination club that he might actually be a real diviner.
"Could it be that there's something wrong with that 'fortune teller'?" Lorne recalled how he had lost half his sight after just one glance at the guy yesterday.
"No, that hidden entity spying on me must be of a high level. That 'fortune teller' is probably not up to par."
After a brief silence...
"I understand. That fortune teller is a subordinate of a hidden entity. I glanced at him with my spiritual vision and unintentionally offended the entity behind him." Lorne thought of a possibility.
"The key issue now is how much that hidden entity values me, especially since the notebook is no longer with me..."
"There's no reason for him to keep staring at me, but that peeping gaze..."
Wait, actually I don't need to take this risk myself... Lorne suddenly had a flash of inspiration.
"If I find out the identity of that 'fortune teller' and report him to the authorities, could I use their power to eliminate that voyeuristic entity along with the 'fortune teller'?"
"Even if the authorities are hostile to the transmigrators, they certainly won't go easy on a hidden being who might be an evil god."
"And even if the fortune teller is innocent, his condition that day was very suspicious, so it's reasonable to report a dangerous and unstable individual."
"That's right, that's it. Things have been calm on Iron Cross Street since the last report, maybe the abnormality has already been resolved by the authorities. Since it worked last time, it should work this time too."
With a plan in mind, Lorne roused himself and prepared to take action.
……
Backlund.
"It's almost time for the Tarot session to begin," Audrey said excitedly, looking at the clock in front of her.
She closed her eyes, and soon she arrived in that space filled with gray fog.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool," Audrey greeted him gracefully, but when she looked up at the Fool, she suddenly froze.
Mr. Fool has changed!
Although she couldn't see the other person's face clearly, Audrey noticed through the misty outline that Mr. Fool was wearing a pair of dark sunglasses.