When Grandin woke up on a four-poster bed in his bedroom on Saturday, a sense of exhilaration.

Spiritual reminders are long overdue.

The spirit told him that the 'machine' potion had been thoroughly digested!

What did I do yesterday? Originally, I was going to spend another 2 to 3 days putting the finishing touches on the digestion of the potion......

But the answer to the question was immediate, and the spirit drew him toward the bedside table.

On the low cabinet with gold patterns, a half-concealed mask lies there. It seems to be the one who prompted the complete digestion of its own potion.

Pinching the face is also considered a 'machine' play? He began to recall:

Yesterday, when he discovered that the mask could perfectly change the shape of his face, he immediately fell into the frenzy of 'creating a game character'. The height of the nose, the type of eyebrows, the size of the eyes, and even the number of wrinkles, he modified them one by one. And these specific data are recorded in detail in a notebook.

He is almost stuck in the time limit of extraordinary items, and has created many classic characters from previous lives in this world.

Is adjusting and recording data also a 'machine'?

He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror with his mask in hand, his hand stroking over his face. Just like the face of Peking Opera, the brown-haired and brown-eyed Grandin instantly turned into a man with strong muscles, black hair, golden eyes, and a scruffy beard???.. Com

His stray black hair was draped over his shoulders, and his elongated height made him look even more oppressive.

The whole deformation process is very fast and the results are perfect.

Grandin looked at the image in the mirror with satisfaction:

"My name is Connor Kenway...... Well, two axes are missing. ”

His voice also became hoarse.

Overall not bad. However, the mask also reminds Grandin that he still has an unfinished commission from Mr. A.

After washing, he went downstairs to the table, where Cosette had prepared breakfast.

"Even though we knew that all three of them were in Beckland's East End, it was difficult to find them...... And with so many companions dead, they should be alert. ”

Grandin pushed the peas off the plate and forked a piece of bacon:

"Just report it to the church and let them deal with it."

He thought so botheredly.

As for the assurances to Mr. A? And the backbone of the cult still talk about what kind of morality.

After breakfast, Cosette went to the market to buy ingredients. Taking advantage of the fact that there is no one at home, Grandin prepares for promotion.

He plans to go to the Night Watch Church to update his personal information form after his promotion is successful. He reported the information he had received from Mr. A, and then asked the church to deal with the three time bombs hidden in Beckland.

If the captain is curious about the speed of his promotion, he can reveal the way he plays.

When he walked to the workshop on the third floor, Grandin had already arranged all his itinerary for today.

......

In the crucible on the alchemy table, the horseshoe gold powder floats on the water, and only the lead-filled dice with '1' points can be thrown and sank to the bottom of the water. He waited a little for the horseshoe powder to melt into the water, and then the surface of the water began to ripple slightly. The dice continue to hit the bottom of the crucible with the waves of the water.

But the dice showed no signs of fusion. If he hadn't confirmed the authenticity of the formula, he wouldn't have swallowed the lead-filled dice.

Lead is not insignificant. -->>

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He continued his steps. Remove the cork and tilt the glass bottle to let the extraordinary properties of the 'lucky one' flow out of the mouth.

This extraordinary property, which resembles a black and white sea urchin, begins to crackle as soon as it comes into contact with the auxiliary materials. Black, white, gold, and gray colors are all mixed with pure water, making the liquid viscous throughout. Then it bubbles as if it were boiling, and the temperature gradually rises.

"Crackle!"

There was an explosion, and the alchemy platform was shrouded in steaming golden mist. Grandin used his palm to disperse the mist, and found that the potion had regained its calm, and that only the liquid of gold was left in the cauldron.

Potion crafting is complete at this point.

His mood was a little excited, but he still managed to restrain his emotions well.

He picked up the cauldron and prepared to pour the potion into the glass he had prepared in advance.

He then plans to ascend to the Black Lake and use the 'Numerology Tree' to find the best time to devour potions.

But as soon as his hand was close enough to the 'Lucky One' potion, it was strongly attracted, and suddenly ran down his arm and into his mouth.

It was the same situation as when he drank the 'machine' potion!

The potion ran down his throat, causing a slight tingling sensation. His spirituality began to diverge involuntarily, and his spirit also appeared in a trance.

"Heh, next time I'll have to mix potions from 5 meters apart!"

In the sound of his heartbeat, which gradually became violent, Grandin took advantage of the fact that he was still conscious, burned his spirit and split his consciousness in two, and landed on the Black Lake.

In reality, Grandin soon has an irrepressible sense of euphoria, and has the confidence to see everything. At this point, he felt that he could do whatever he did!

For example, the two magical items that he didn't dare to divinate before, he wants to do divination now and find out their details!

Fortunately, Grandin on the Black Lake was still quite conscious, and he immediately invested more consciousness to stop himself in reality.

When he suppressed his instinctive impulses, everything fell into place. The various anomalies gradually disappear, and the real-life Grandin is officially promoted to the 'lucky one' of Sequence 7!

As he successfully ascended, a vast amount of spirituality escaped from him. These spirit Randing couldn't restrain them for the time being, and could only watch them dissipate into the void.

It's a shame to do that.

On the Black Lake, Grandin, who was sitting under the tree, looked at the 'Numerology Tree' and suddenly had an idea.

"Let's get started, Future Observation! I want to know what the weather will be in Beckland tomorrow! ”

Instead of letting the spirituality drain in vain, it is better to feed it to the 'Numerology Tree'.

If there is sun tomorrow, he wants to take out all his clothes to dry.

In reality, the constantly dissipating spirituality instantly began to pour into his body as if it was being attracted by a magnet.

On the Black Lake, following Grandin's instructions, the branches of the 'Numerology Tree' began to wave wildly, and some of the branches grabbed forward.

His spirituality is still abundant, but this time the 'Numerology Tree' did not keep him waiting. Soon the black ash was caught and hung on the branches.

"If you can't get along in the future, you can consider becoming a weather forecaster."

He thought so, and looked intently at the fruit. He found himself in the sky above Beckland, but the weather in the city was as gloomy as ever.

"Looks like I'm going to have to find a magical item from the Solar Realm next time to hang in my closet."