"3. So I suggest you choose to learn how to extract soul gold, your soul is definitely enough to make three gold coins!"
"good."
He nodded, closed his eyes, and prayed to the sage before making an important decision: "May the sage bless you, and your light will illuminate my way forward."
After drawing the holy emblem, he tossed the white coin in his hand: "I want to learn how to make profane seeds."
"Are you serious? Don't think that simple blasphemy is enough to extract blasphemy knowledge, it's not that simple."
"It's been decided, don't waste time, the train is almost at the next stop."
"As you wish, honorable guest."
The conductor pointed out, and the black light penetrated Jenkins' head. But he didn't feel anything strange, only saw a black spot of light in front of him.
[Profane Productions (Black Sacred)]
"sacred?"
Jenkins laughed dryly, what could be more ironic than this? He had guessed that there would be black powers, but never thought that it would be "divine".
Sitting down, one hand tightly held the armrest of the seat, and then concentrated on the newly acquired ability.
In perception, the only one in this area that can be the target of action.
Naturally, the corpse cannot extract profanity, but that conductor...is really not a normal thing.
The moment the ability acts on oneself, the knowledge of the previous life surges violently in the mind, atheism, evolution... not only these, from the very small part of the basic education starting from elementary school, to the spirit of the three ideological and political subjects of the university, from Hollywood The battle of the gods, to the educational movies watched alone late at night, from the wanton distortion of myths in the game, to the heroic self-defense when looking up at the starry sky...
Jenkins was surprised to find that too much of what he had learned before traveling could be regarded as "blasphemy".
But he was only surprised for a second before he was surrounded by endless pain.
Green vines emerged from the void, rooted into Jenkins' temples from left to right, sucking something.
When Einstein's theory of relativity appeared, Jenkins felt in a trance that he had experienced the slow relativity of time. This was a pain that he had never experienced before. The pain gushed out from the deepest part of his soul. He trembled for less than a second before falling to the ground.
The last dignity made him bite his lip and did not cry out. This was the longest ten seconds that the two worlds had ever experienced.
When the vine absorbed enough profanity and turned into three green coins and fell to the ground, Jenkins mustered up his energy to cancel the ability.
A sense of emptiness flooded my heart, followed by a feeling of extreme Holy Spirit. Hearing the sacred music in a trance, and a beautiful figure emerged from the clouds, Jenkins felt that he was purified.
It is clearly called the Blasphemy Seed, but the shape is still a coin, and the size is exactly the same as the bone core just now.
The extreme pain still burned the nerves, and the emptiness and holiness of the soul aggravated the thought of abandoning reality.
"Here, let me go!"
He gritted his teeth and said.
The conductor waved, his face still calm, and the green coin flew into his hand automatically.
"Very good, high-quality blasphemy. Only one person can mint such a currency, my guest, I'm curious what exactly you do?"
"I'm also curious, compared to the ones I've encountered in the past, you, the master of the paradox, talk too much."
"Oh, guest, don't call me the master, the masters of the devious world can only be those..."
He closed his eyes and said no more. And at this moment, when the conductor appeared, the door of the carriage opened behind him, behind the door was no longer night, but white light.
"If I give you a few more coins like this, can you tell me about the relationship between Master and these station worlds?"
"Guest, I'm just a conductor."
Jenkins took a breath, got up from the ground, and walked quickly to the exit. But as soon as he got to the conductor's side, he turned around and walked back, bent down to pick up the rapier used by the man who was killed, and the red aura on it was very strong.
Without asking any more questions or observing the conductor, Jenkins plunged into the white light.
Throwing four coins, one white and three green, into his mouth, he chewed carefully, with an expression of about to cry on his calm face.
"God, you are so unfair. Why, why can he pass here, why is his soul so powerful, why does the dead man have a bone core, why do I have to obey the rules of the deceitful realm, why, why, I There is no way to leave here and enter that world!"
He kept chanting, and finally a human expression appeared on his calm face.
The master of the delusion seemed to be very different from what Jenkins had encountered before.
At the same time, the night outside the car window eroded in, and everything was assimilated.
"Why, why? I don't want to die~"
Until it completely turned into night, he still cried and said such words.
The pencil in his hand fell to the ground, and the night was very face-saving and left the last path.
Gulu Gulu~
The pencil rolled into the white light.
"Why haven't you upgraded yet?"
This was Jenkins' first thought after recovering. He was sitting on the rails, looking behind him at the scene of the extremely miserable train accident.
"Meow~"
A shrill cry came from a distance, and then a black figure rushed out, throwing Jenkins down.
Naturally, chocolate.
Only a very small number of mortals with the potential of the gifter can enter the delusion, and whether animals can, Jenkins has heard of no precedent. Although it is also very dangerous to throw a kitten out of the window of a Mercedes-Benz steam train, the probability of survival is always higher than entering a strange place, right
Fortunately, although Chocolate's fur was covered with mud, his limbs were still healthy, with only a few scratches on his body surface.
Jenkins activated his ability to heal it with some distress, and the cat rubbed its owner's face affectionately.
"Chocolate, I almost died just now."
While holding the cat's wound, he said softly, he didn't expect to get a response, it was just his emotion after escaping from death.
"I survived again."
He murmured softly, let go of his palm, and felt relieved when he saw that the cat's injury had healed.
Searching his body, he found a sharpened red wooden pencil stuck to his right ear.
"Let me guess, is it a gift?"
The spirit overflowed from the hand, so that the whole pencil was immersed in it.
Glancing at the half-floor train carriage not far away, a pile of heads and scattered luggage, Jenkins sighed.
"Praise the sages, may your radiance light their way forward."