Praise be to the Goddess! You are exalted above the stars; The goddess of the night, the Mother of Secrets, older than eternity; the Empress of Doom and Fear; Lords of Sleep and Silence.

Believers praise you and embellish you with the starry sky, and the vastness of the night sky is no match for your divine power.

But they are your believers after all, and perhaps their words are a little biased.

Some people say that the current starry sky is a battlefield where the gods compete, and those stars are the traces left by their vast divine power.

Some people say that the starry sky is the foundation of the kingdom of the gods, and above it is the kingdom of the gods recorded in the holy scriptures.

Some people say that the starry sky is the starry sky, a gorgeous gift from the gods unintentionally to mankind.

Some people say that the starry sky is a lie of the gods, and the real starry sky is above this false veil, calling all beings to explore.

What is the truth, maybe some of these people are right, or maybe all of them are wrong.

Or maybe the truth is like this terrible world, mixed with truth and falsehood, a complex story of helplessness, sacrifice, sin, compromise, and courage.

But for most people, it doesn't matter, after all, at least for now, the starry sky is still above it, shining quietly as it did many years ago, and although there are occasional meteors falling to the ground, the starry sky is the starry sky, and there will be no problem.

The starry sky is above it, quietly receiving the praise of the goddess.

Beneath this, every fall of the stars is significant and deserves the joy of some people.

Praise the Goddess, may your divine power shine brighter than the starry sky, and may your majesty be broader than the starry sky.

Praise be to the Goddess!

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"I pray for your mercy, I pray for your gaze, for the darkness of the faithful, so that the devout believers can peek into the corners of your vast body."

The suppressed but fervent prayer was like a tightening iron ring, strangled Sorge's groggy head, and he opened his eyes with difficulty, and the crowd in front of him was all dressed in black robes embroidered with silver stars, each of them bowing their heads and chanting prayers urgently, and the huge hood covered their faces in deep shadows, and he seemed to see some eyes and smiles appear where they should not be, but in the blink of an eye, he could only see lips that peeked out of the shadows and kept opening and closing.

"Where am I......" Sorge couldn't help but pinch his eyebrows, the current situation made him a little puzzled, he closed his eyes and frowned, and began to dig hard into his confused memories.

Joksh Sorge, that's his name, 24 years old, his father was a "doctor" with magical powers, relying on this power, the Yokshi family lived a pretty good life, but in the war between Fursack and Rune, his father went to the front and died tragically, and his mother also died because of his father's death, and he moved to Constance with all his possessions.

Originally planning to go to university, he found that his talent for book learning could no longer be described as pathetic, but he quickly decided to drop out of school and start working in a high-end restaurant as a "college student who dropped out of school due to poverty".

His father had shown him extraordinary abilities, so after hearing that his former classmate had joined a occult organization and had attained extraordinary abilities, he quickly reached out to his old classmate and asked to join it.

Jokshi shook his head, his thoughts gradually became clearer, after spending a lot of time and even money, he finally passed the organization's audit, and officially participated in the organization's activities today, but when he just began to chant the prayers, his brain became groggy, and it was not until the prayer gradually weakened that he regained some senses, he glanced around a few more times, made sure that the people around him had not become anything strange, and then calmed down and muttered quietly.

"Hallucinogens? Or something like that, this group won't be the type of member who relies on addictive drugs. No, after getting the formula, he has to take his classmates away from this organization, even if he is really addicted, relying on the formula left by the old man should be able to alleviate the symptoms......"

Bang bang bang

The applause interrupted his train of thought, and the members who finished the chant took off their hats and raised their heads, and the strange atmosphere just now disappeared at once. Yokshi gently took two steps back and allowed himself to stand at the back of the crowd, and the organization cadres on the stage looked at the crowd and smiled, and took out a few pieces of paper from their arms.

"My dear compatriots, I'm glad to see that you're still so well, as you all know, our organization was re-established from the remnants of the Celestial Retreat that were destroyed by the evil Night Cultists, so I'm ecstatic to see that nothing happened to everyone" The cadre paused, smiling and enjoying the applause that echoed the time, and Jokshi also clapped his hands perfunctorily

"What makes me even happier is that there are several members who have shown great enthusiasm for the organization, and we must reward such members, and after asking their opinions, some members want to become "extraordinary" to work better for the organization, so I decided to award him a formula in public to encourage more people to work for the organization! ”

Joksh stuck out his tongue, and the old black heart squeezed him almost 500 pounds before agreeing to give him a copy of the Sequence Nine formula, which was enough for him to buy two copies of the Sequence Nine formula according to the price he inquired about, but he had no other way but to honestly offer the money.

The cadre spread out the paper in his hand and beckoned to the audience, and Yokshi walked around the crowd to the stage and looked at the paper in the cadre's hand.

"Prisoner", "Criminal", "Pharmacist", "Cultivator"

The bottom half of several sheets of paper is covered with additional white paper, and only the sequence name written at the top can be seen. But there is nothing strange about this, the potion recipe will definitely not be shown to others casually. At the moment, these Yorkes are not very interested, the first two are not good things at first glance, and the latter two are not in the scope of his interest after hearing from the old man.

He scanned it again, and found that there seemed to be another one under the four sheets of paper, he pointed to the bottom one, and the cadre glanced at it and nodded, rubbing his fingers to reveal the bottom one.

"The Waiter"

Jokshi thought for a moment, then reached out and pulled out the piece of paper, the old man had told him that the abilities brought by potions often had something to do with the name of the sequence, and it just so happened that he was doing the work of a waiter in the restaurant right now, which happened to fit his job, and maybe could help him earn a lot of benefits.

After getting the potion formula, Jokshi responded to the cadre's speech on stage, and then immediately stepped off the stage, stayed in the corner until the end of the party, and hurried home alone.

It wasn't cold in November, but the breath was still white, and although only a few years had passed since the war, the city was now exuding great vitality, and the country's second-largest city was relieving itself from the impact of the war thanks to its coal mines and heavy industry. However, it was a "gift" from the goddess that really brought the city back to life at the end of the war

The ruined city returned to its pre-war appearance overnight, which was enough to be called a miracle to make many Night Cultists grateful to the goddess, but there were also rumors that someone had made a wish to some magical wandering magician, so everything was changed back to its original state with a joking snap of the fingers.

For Jokshi, who moved in after the war, he prefers the relatively interesting "magician", but in the final analysis, he does not have a deep faith, although he memorizes a few sentences of the holy scriptures of the domestic sect to curry favor with guests in exchange for tips, but he has never taken the initiative to go to any church, considering that he will become a wild extraordinary person in the future, it is better to stay away from it in the future.

Back in the rented apartment, Yokshi cleaned up and immediately began to prepare for the potions, the old man left a lot of extraordinary materials during his lifetime, and also taught him how to make potions, according to the old man, at least in the low sequence potions are easy to configure. Joksh took a deep breath and uncovered the blank sheet of paper that had covered the recipe after he had done the preparation.

Sequence 9: The Waiter

Formulation:

Main material: Ten scales of an adult manhal, tooth powder of a ground rhinoceros.

Auxiliary materials: 60 ml of pure water, 6 colchicum petals, 2 whole ghost face plants, 5 grams of magnetic chips"

He exhaled with relief, fortunately these things are not rare or difficult to preserve, the old man's collection is basically there, except for the magnetic chips to grind, the rest is not a problem.

Pour in pure water first, take into account the residual problem on the wall of the cup, add a little more than 60 grams, and then add auxiliary materials in turn, looking at the powder scattered in the water in the crucible, Jokshi couldn't help but doubt the authenticity of the recipe, which is not at all like the potion he imagined, and even less than the vegetable paste cooked by the chef when he usually works at work.

"Forget it, there are still two main ingredients that haven't been added," Jokshi shrugged his shoulders and picked up both the scales and the powder, adding them one after the other.

As soon as the two entered the water, they reacted violently, like a lamb that had crashed into a wolf pack, and the auxiliary materials added before were absorbed in an instant, and Yorksey seemed to see signs of "fusion" between all the materials, but this connection collapsed in an instant, and all the materials melted into the water, turning the already small amount of water into a viscous unknown substance.

The potion in the pot is now quiet like a sleeping baby, but Yorkshi still swallowed nervously, there is no need to worry about authenticity, this organization has cultivated many extraordinary people, and the formula taken out should not be fake, but the fear brought to him by the old man's advice is deeply rooted in his heart.

"Potions always do more harm than good, and if you can, never set foot in this door."

The old man didn't say it explicitly, but Yokshi had seen some inhuman signs on him several times, and the story of the death of the potion was not uncommon to him, a lover of occultism. But I have paid so much, and now that the opportunity is in front of me, how can I just give up?

Gritting his teeth, York's heart fluttered, and he grabbed the pot on the table and poured it directly into his mouth.

There were also some hot potions that flowed smoothly into his mouth, and he couldn't help but be a little surprised by the slightly jelly-like taste, but in an instant, it seemed that countless silk threads spread from the potion to his whole body, binding him firmly, and strangling him into his flesh little by little.

The pain made him kneel on the ground, everything in front of him was like an oil painting soaked in water, all distorted and dissolved, for a moment he couldn't tell where he was, he felt his body being tightened by silk threads, but every piece of flesh on his body was expanding, he wanted to scream, but his throat could only make a faint hissing sound, and when another round of pain came, he pounced and fainted to the ground.

The bright red moonlight poured into the hut, and Jokshi collapsed on his back, his shadow elongated and reflected in the window, upwards and upwards, as if straight into the starry sky.

……

Maris was very satisfied with today's party, he loved vanity, he enjoyed organizing these peripheral members to cheer him on, and the guy named Dating was just right to stir up the atmosphere of today. He walked into the storage room with a smile on his face and handed the rest of the recipe to the man in charge of the guard.

"Okay, thank you very much for your hard work, I'll just check your signature a little" The caretaker looked like a newcomer, and his respectful attitude also made Maris very useful, he smiled and watched the person in front of him put the paper with the recipe on it one by one, but it seemed that the guard's face was a little stunned.

"Well, Mr. Marris, here's the recipe, right?"

"Yes, there are five copies in total, one was sent out, and I got the remaining four back."

"But, when I handed it over to you, there were only four copies......

"No, I had five copies when I got my hands on ......"

Silence suddenly spread between the two, at this time this silence was choked by fear, heavy and sticky lying on the two of them, in the moment of changing hands, four parts became five, how did the extra one appear.

Or, to put it another more serious question, what exactly is that recipe?