Back to reality.
Chen Lun rubbed his temple, but the pain did not decrease.
Fortunately, Maggie's Tears continued to provide a restorative effect, making him feel cool and the discomfort gradually eased.
"This book... still has many secrets waiting for me to explore. I will study it slowly in the future."
He held "Philip's Adventures in Wonderland" in his hand and held it close to the Jingzhe bookmark.
The next second, a green light flashed, and the book disappeared, having been collected by the bookmark.
Chen Lun then put all the bookmarks and things on the table into the dimensional space of the grape ring and kept them with him.
After doing all this, he went to the bathroom and washed his face.
With the help of the light, Chen Lun looked at the handsome guy in the mirror and smiled brightly.
"My current strength... should be close to the upper limit of Sequence 8."
He wiped the water droplets with a towel and murmured:
"Promotion means the peak? Haha..."
It’s far from enough!
Chen Lun hung up the towel, went back to the room, changed into pajamas, and lay down on the bed.
“Add some more!”
He rested his head on his hands and looked at the ceiling.
My own attributes have gradually improved, and the weak point effect is not as obvious as it was in the beginning. I don't have to reserve all my attribute points as a trump card like before.
Agility has reached the low-sequence threshold of 50 points. There will be a benefit penalty if it is increased further, so Chen Lun set his sights on other attributes.
35 points of strength, for a Sequence 8 Beyonder, is above average, but he is not satisfied. Strength, to a certain extent, is equivalent to the lethality in close combat. He is extremely fast, and if his strength can keep up, the effect will be better.
So he increased his attribute by 5 points, bringing his strength to 40 points, entering the upper level of Sequence 8.
Then Chen Lun added the remaining attribute points to endurance and intelligence. Endurance determines one's physical strength and resistance, while intelligence affects the strength bonus of skills. These two attributes become more and more important as he is promoted.
The 17 attributes are reasonably distributed, endurance reaches 31 points, and intelligence is 30 points, which are relatively balanced.
As for faith
Chen Lun said he didn't need that thing.
Faith mainly affects skills such as magic and prayer, and often favors church clergy. If you are noticed and favored by the gods, and receive blessings, you may have the opportunity to gain more powerful power.
But these have nothing to do with Chen Lun, he would rather believe in his fists.
"There are also plans for a secondary career, um..."
Chen Lun pondered.
At the beginning of the time travel, I was still very weak, and every bit of strength was extremely precious, so I upgraded the fisherman that came with my original body to the maximum level without hesitation.
However, as my strength grew, this secondary profession began to lag behind, and it was time to replace it.
Because in the low-sequence stage, players can have a maximum of two secondary occupations. Adding more will incur a profit penalty, and more experience points will be required to upgrade, which is not worth the cost.
The best solution at the moment is to replace it with a more suitable one.
"It's not hard to get rid of a secondary job, but what should I replace it with...?"
He pondered.
There are many ways to get rid of a secondary job, and Chen Lun has at least ten in his mind, but this only applies to the first time. From the second time onwards, there will also be corresponding penalties.
Therefore, before making the replacement, Chen Lun had to think carefully.
"It's nice to have a secondary job, but..."
He suddenly thought of something and a strange expression appeared on his face.
Because most of that secondary profession comes from the Red Apple Church.
…
Hypericum Girls' School.
Staff dormitory.
A middle-aged man stood in the middle of the room, quietly looking at Margery's torn body lying on the ground.
"Greed is the original sin of the earth. I have taught you this many times, Margery."
He sighed.
If Chen Lun saw him, he would recognize him as the man he had met once at the black market at the port. Rebecca's history teacher, Professor Mollymore.
Mollymer took out a small box of matches from his bosom, took out one with his fingers, and gently lit it.
The flame flickered.
Then he stretched out his other hand and made a strange gesture towards the corpse.
Wow…
The sound of pages flipping quickly appeared all around.
The tables, chairs, beds, furnishings, and even Maggie's body in the room all appeared as illusory outlines, and then kept changing and flashing.
The phantom swung as it skipped frames, gradually creating the illusion of time flowing backwards, and scenes after scenes became a historical review, unfolding before Mollymore—
Maggie's illusory shadow opened the door in panic and was about to leave, but suddenly a dark hand stabbed out from outside the door and separated his body.
Just as the murderer was about to step into the room, Mollymer could see his true face.
boom!
Professor Mollymore snorted.
All the illusions before my eyes began to collapse, and the murderer's figure disappeared.
"Extraordinary counterattack?!"
He narrowed his eyes and blood flowed from the corners of his eyes.
The flame began to fluctuate violently, as if it would go out in the next second.
"We can't look at his history anymore, otherwise it will cause even greater backlash..."
Molly thought.
He increased his extraordinary power to maintain the historical reversal, but immediately chose to shift the target to the letter written by his student Margery.
All I saw were countless shadows of ashes appearing out of thin air all around, and then they gathered like birds returning to their nests and flew towards the match in Mollymo's hand.
A pitch-black letter slowly returned to its original appearance in the flames. Professor Mollymore took out the phantom and quickly read through it.
"Um... Spades?"
Mollymo flicked his hand, and the flame in his hand went out.
Wow…!
Then all the shadows in the room returned to silence and returned to normal.
Somewhere far away on the other side of the inner city.
Bradley Square.
Because it was invested and built by Earl Bradley, it was named after him.
This is the most prosperous downtown area in the inner city, and the most upscale stores in Amber City are all located here. There is a large flow of people near the square, and you can often see carriages of dignitaries passing by here.
There is a luxuriously decorated gallery next to the square, with its door facing the square.
Its sign reads "Time Amber".
The gallery was very quiet. The guests kept silent and admired the paintings on the wall. The people who were with them occasionally talked, but they also kept their voices low.
At the end of the gallery are the backs of two men, who are standing in front of a large oil painting, looking up to admire it.
The person in this painting is a brown-haired young man in military uniform. He turns and leaves in the corner of the battlefield, forming a sharp contrast with his many companions who are charging into battle.
In a corner of the oil painting, there is its name "Deserter", the artist is Beckmann.
"Your assistant died, and this is how you commemorate him?"
the man in the black suit asked.
"Roderick, although I am sorry, this is the greatest respect for him."
The man in the white suit chuckled.
"This is an important moment for Vigere to transform from a boy into a man, and I'm sure he will enjoy it."
Roderick looked at the gallery owner and saw no sadness on his face.
Is it cold-blooded
That's right.
If Beckman wasn't a cold-blooded person, I wouldn't cooperate with him.
"I once gave him an autograph painting as a help, but he still died in the end... Of course, I saw the murderer in the eyes of the painting."
Beckman said.
"The murderer should be in the association you organized now."
"Oh? I think I know who it is..."
Roderick thought for a moment and said.
"When the cleanup operation begins, I will help you keep an eye on him, as revenge for your assistant.
In exchange, I need your help to suppress the president of the Amber City branch of the History and Ritual Association, Molimo."
Beckman smiled, shook his head and said:
"A low-sequence ant is not my enemy, and it is not worth my help."
Roderick frowned slightly.
"Don't forget that I will help you capture the traitor 'Fei Rui' of the Church of the Sun. Isn't this person very useful to you
Although I am a special commissioner of the shelter, I cannot do everything here. You should understand how much pressure there is."
"He is just the target of the 'circus' organization, not mine...
Of course, I will do my best to keep myself in good standing as a member of the Circus."
Beckman said.
"When the time comes, I will fulfill my original promise and help you destroy this extraordinary organization...
But I will not take part in your crackdown. At most, I will 'accidentally' pass the news to the Red Apple Church. I believe Bishop Newman will be interested."
Roderick pondered for a moment and nodded.
The Red Apple Church has been frantically hunting down the History and Ritual Association in recent times. If Bishop Newman joins the effort, I believe Mollymer will be doomed.