Book Summary: Transmigrated into the world of Lord of the Mysteries as "Nighthawk"Kenley White. Under the arrangement of the Evernight Goddess,Kenley White consumed the "Thief" potion and became an Beyonder. At this time, Zhou Mingrui had also just transmigrated to become Klein Moretti. The conspiracies and schemes hidden deep in Tingen City slowly unfold around the two people. Kenley White, who knows his mission well, closely follows Klein's footsteps, accompanying him from Tingen City to Backlund, step by step entering this vast world - the Misty Sea, Rorsted Archipelago, God-Forsaken Land. While crushing conspiracies one by one and growing step by step, the two friends design to seize Amon's divine position and finally stand upon the stars.Kenley White stands inside Source Castle, extending his right hand, slowly rotating counterclockwise. His left eye shows interlocking gears of various sizes, like a precise instrument beginning to turn. Time rapidly flows backward under his control, the origin of the entire world is pried by him, countless scenes flash before his eyes, and he exhales with satisfaction. "Awaken, sleepy 'Fool'." "Captain Dunn and Miss Daly are waiting for us to have dinner."
Loen Kingdom, Tingen City.
In the underground office of "Blackthorn Security Company," Captain Dunn Smith andKenley sat face to face, with two cups of steaming coffee placed in front of them.
"Are you ready,Kenley?" Dunn said with a serious expression.
"Yes, Captain. I have decided to become an Beyonder from a civilian staff member and join the 'Nighthawks' team. Please approve."Kenley said with a very relaxed expression.
Dunn's expression remained unchanged. "Seven months have allowed you to understand the importance of this work. I believe this is not a hasty decision you made. You should understand the dangers involved."
"Indeed, but this has strengthened my resolve even more."
"Since that's the case, you should know what potion to choose." Dunn spread his hands. "You know, the Church possesses four Sequence 9 potion formulas."
"The first is the 'Mystery Pryer' that Old Neil masters. You know, 'Mystery Pryers' have comprehensive but preliminary understanding and mastery of mystical knowledge such as magic, witchcraft, and astrology. They know quite a bit of ritual magic, but they easily perceive certain existences hidden behind things and must be extremely careful, filled with awe for Beyonder powers. However, we lack most of this sequence. The 'Holy Temple' might have it, but it's not systematic after all."
"The second is my sequence. The Sequence 9 name is 'Sleepless.' Abilities become stronger in the night. The deeper the night, the more vigorous the stamina and energy. Inspiration, physical strength, agility, and thinking are also external .Only a few hours of rest per day are sufficient. I believe this is a good choice for you. After all, we have nearly complete potion formulas for this sequence, which means as long as you stay in the Church of the Evernight Goddess and make sufficient contributions, you can obtain the next advancement potion."
"Potions are not cheap. Even just the formula for high-sequence potions can sell for a good price."
"The third is 'Corpse Collector.' Many of those Southern Continent cultists who worship the Death God choose it. After consuming this potion, you'll be mistaken for the same kind by unintelligent undead and avoid attacks. You can endure cold, decay, and the erosion of death's aura, directly see some evil spirits, understand the characteristics and weaknesses of many undead creatures, and gain some improvements in physical qualities. We have its subsequent Sequence 8 and Sequence 7. You met Miss Daly three months ago - this was her choice."
"The fourth is 'Diviner.' We only have two portions of materials for this potion. If you choose this potion, I'm not clear whether the 'Holy Temple' has subsequent formulas."
"Do you want to make a choice now, or wait until Monday? Time is in your hands." Dunn picked up the coffee in front of him and took a sip. The bitter taste made him lean back in his chair with satisfaction.
"Captain, actually the potion I want to choose is not any of these. This is also why I came to find you today."Kenley said. "I heard Old Neil say that in the recent arrest operation, you obtained a freshly prepared potion. In Old Neil's divination, this potion is called 'Thief.'"
Dunn was startled. He and Leonard had just caught three thieves in a basement on a nearby street. One of them was preparing a potion, just finished and hadn't had time to drink it when Leonard pressed him against the table. Fortunately, the potion didn't spill.
"To choose this potion, you need a reason sufficient to convince me." Dunn's two eyebrows knitted together.
Cohen Lee took a sip of coffee. This bitter taste made him feel comfortable. He used a brief two seconds to think about the order of his wording.
"Captain, you know that if the team has diverse Beyonder abilities, it can provide considerable assistance for our daily criminal arrest activities."
"The team doesn't lack 'Mystery Pryers,' and has 'Nightmare' like you and 'Corpse Collector,' but there's no 'Thief.'"
"I was beside Old Neil when he just 'divined' the effects of this potion. According to the divination results, this potion can increase my agility and give me excellent observation skills, as well as enhance my ability to use short swords and daggers. This is an excellent choice for me, not only beneficial for reconnaissance but also providing certain attack and self-protection abilities."
"Moreover, this can give the team a completely new perspective."
"You mean understanding their thinking from a thief's perspective?" Dunn rubbed his chin with his left hand. "That's indeed a new perspective, but why not choose 'Diviner'? The team also lacks a divination personnel who can go on missions."
"If it's just divination, Old Neil's divination ability is already very outstanding. Even if he doesn't go on missions, he can provide sufficient help from behind."
"Leonard said that during the arrest, one thief tried to squeeze through the narrow window gap from the basement to the ground. His body suddenly became very flexible and almost escaped. So I guess whether this potion can change one's height after consumption."Kenley spread his hands.
"After all, this is my greatest suffering in this life."
Dunn's mouth corners slightly turned up. "This is one, no, two reasons sufficient to convince me."
"We all know you are a devout believer of the Evernight Goddess, and in these seven months you have proven your ability as civilian staff. After signing this contract, you can become an official member of the team." Captain Dunn took out a standard contract from the drawer. "Press your seal here, here, and here."
Cohen Lee nodded, took out his seal, and solemnly pressed it in the several places Dunn's finger pointed to.
Dunn took back the contract, took out his own seal from the first drawer, and solemnly pressed it at the front, put the contract back in the drawer, and extended his right hand.
"Welcome to officially join the team, Mr.Kenley."
"Captain."Kenley extended his hand and gripped Captain Dunn's tightly.
"Since you're ready, the longer a potion sits, the worse its effects become."
Cohen Lee nodded and got up to go to Old Neil's office.
Based on his understanding of the captain, he must have forgotten something. By the time he remembered to nag a few sentences and he patiently listened, this potion would have expired.
While he hasn't reacted yet, he should hurry and leave.
"Cohen Lee? You haven't left work yet?" Old Neil was tidying up his desk. On the second shelf of the bookcase behind him, a bottle with gray light spots and a layer of hazy mist rotating at the bottle mouth - a deep blue potion - was emitting faint black light.
"Is this that bottle of 'Thief' potion?"Kenley took the potion and observed it carefully.
"That's right. Too bad we don't have suitable team members to consume it."
"Now we do."
Cohen Lee opened the bottle. Under Old Neil's surprised gaze, he opened his mouth without hesitation and drank it all. The cool, obscure liquid slid down his throat like swallowing a live octopus tentacle, making him feel uncomfortable. The tentacle smoothly slid from the esophagus into the stomach. A bone-chilling cold that penetrated from inside out instantly surged toward his limbs and bones, as if the potion was drawing away his body heat bit by bit.
Cohen Lee's body collapsed on the ground like a piece of uncooked Intis wide noodles, soft and limp. A sharp pain came from deep in his skull, as if someone was stirring his brain with an ice pick. His vision began to distort. The gaslight in front of him seemed to be erased by an invisible eraser, rapidly fading and losing color.
Walls, furniture, his palms, and Old Neil in front of him... the world was rapidly losing its original colors, becoming countless gray blocks of different shades. His hearing became extremely acute. Between his ears, he could hear his own rapid breathing and his heart's violent beating.
Thump, thump, thump...
Cohen Lee's muscles were trembling in minute, irregular ways, as if every cell was conducting silent, high-frequency "jumping" training. His bones seemed to emit barely audible light sounds, as if undergoing some kind of internal structural remodeling.
Under the gaslight, his own shadow seemed to have gained independent will. His skin seemed to become extremely sensitive, able to perceive the slightest air movement. At the edge of consciousness, some fragmentary information pieces that didn't belong to him began to flash: the minute granular feeling of insects crawling outside the door when their toe-tips touched the floor, the sound of his colleagues playing cards in the next room, the sound of Dunn's sofa chair rocking back and forth while drinking coffee in the nearby office - all forming pictures in front of him, flowing past his eyes like paintings.
"All things in the world can be stolen."
A flash of understanding passed through his heart. He blinked, and color returned to his vision, so vivid before his eyes. The air he breathed seemed to have some sweet, greasy taste - that was the scent of essential oils and dried flowers mixed together in the room.
He had become a "Thief."