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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 and Kenley sat face to face, with two cups of steaming coffee placed in front of them.
"Are you ready, Kenley White ?" Dunn said with a serious expression.
"Yes, Captain, I have decided to transform from a civilian staff member into an Beyonder, to 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 so, 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' mastered by Old Neil. You know, the 'Seer' has comprehensive but preliminary understanding and mastery of mystical knowledge such as magic, witchcraft, and astrology, knows quite a few ritual magics, but easily perceives certain existences hidden behind things, must be extremely careful, full of awe toward Beyonder powers. However, we lack most of this sequence. The 'Holy Cathedral' might have it, but it's not systematic after all."
"The second is my sequence. Sequence 9 is called 'Sleepless.' Abilities become stronger in darkness. The deeper the night, the more abundant physical strength and energy become. Inspiration, physical strength, agility, and thinking are also different from ordinary people. Daily rest time only needs a few hours to be sufficient. I believe this is a good choice for you. After all, we have nearly complete potion formulas for this sequence. This means as long as you remain 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 formulas for high-sequence potions can sell for a good price."
"The third is 'Corpse Collector.' Those cultists from the Southern Continent who worship the God of Death have many people choosing it. After taking this potion, one will be mistaken for the same kind by unintelligent undead and avoid attacks, can endure cold, decay, and the erosion of death's aura, can directly see some evil spirits, understand the characteristics and weaknesses of various undead creatures, and gain some improvements in physical qualities. We possess its subsequent Sequence 8 and Sequence 7. You met Miss Daly three months ago - this was her choice."
"The fourth is 'Seer.' We only have materials for two portions of this potion. If you choose this potion, I'm not clear whether the 'Holy Cathedral' 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 stunned. He and Leonard had just caught three thieves in a basement on a nearby street. One of them was preparing a potion, just finished preparing it but 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.
Kenley took a sip of coffee. This bitter taste made him feel very 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 to our daily criminal arrest activities."
"The team doesn't lack 'Seers,' and has 'Nightmares' like you and 'Corpse Collectors,' but no 'Thieves.'"
"When Old Neil was divining the effects of this potion just now, I was beside him. 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 good for reconnaissance but also has certain attack and self-protection capabilities."
"Moreover, this can give the team a completely new perspective."
"You mean, using a thief's perspective to understand their thinking?" Dunn rubbed his chin with his left hand. "This is indeed a new perspective, but why not choose 'Seer'? The team simultaneously lacks a divination person 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 us with sufficient help from behind."
"Leonard said that during the arrest just now, one thief tried to drill 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 taking it." Kenley spread his hands.
"After all, this is my greatest distress in this life."
The corners of Dunn's mouth 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 already proven your ability as a civilian staff member. 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."
Kenley nodded, took out his seal, and solemnly pressed it at the several places Dunn's finger pointed to.
Dunn took back the contract, took out his own seal from the first drawer, pressed it solemnly at the front and end, 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 is stored, the worse its effects become."
Kenley nodded and got up to go to Old Neil's office.
According to 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 hadn't reacted yet, he should hurry and leave.
"Kenley? 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 above the bottle mouth, a deep blue potion was emitting dots of black light.
"This is 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 take it."
"Now we do."
Kenley opened the bottle mouth and, under Old Neil's surprised gaze, opened his mouth without hesitation and drank it all. The cool, obscure liquid slid into his throat, like swallowing a live octopus tentacle, making him feel uncomfortable. The tentacle smoothly slid from the esophagus into the stomach. A cold sensation penetrating from inside out instantly surged toward his limbs and bones, as if the body's heat was being drawn away bit by bit by the potion.
Kenley's body fell limply to the ground like an uncooked Intis wide noodle. Sharp pain came from deep in his skull, as if someone was stirring his brain marrow with an ice pick. His vision began to distort. The gaslight in front of him seemed to be wiped by an invisible eraser, quickly 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 the sharp beating of his heart.
Thump, thump, thump...
Kenley's muscles were trembling minutely and irregularly, as if every cell was undergoing silent, high-frequency "jumping" training. His bones seemed to emit barely audible light sounds, as if undergoing some kind of internal structural remodeling.
His shadow under the gaslight seemed to have gained independent will. His skin seemed to become abnormally sensitive, able to perceive the weakest air currents. At the edge of consciousness, some fragmented information fragments that didn't belong to him began to flash: the granular feeling of insect feet touching floor particles outside the door, the sound of his colleagues playing cards in the adjacent room, the sound of Dunn's sofa chair rocking back and forth when drinking coffee in the nearby office formed 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 his eyes, and colors returned to his vision, so vivid before his eyes. The air he breathed seemed to have more sweet and greasy taste - that was the scent of essential oils and dried flowers mixed together in the room.
He had become a "Thief."