This Transmigration is a Bit Tragic

"Dear police officer, I am a veterinarian... Hmm, you might not know the treatment for this profession in Backlund, but in short, it's a more sought-after profession than most doctors. After all, the pets kept by those noble families cost at least hundreds of Gold Pounds. And you must understand, many gentlemen and ladies who consider themselves respectable don't have savings that reach this figure."

"So?" Dunn nodded gently as he listened to Sno introduce his profession, then followed up his words with a question.

"So? A young, rich man with a good appearance, it's normal to have some female admirers, right?" Sno waved his arms exaggeratedly, a flamboyant aura instantly radiating from him.

Dunn, being an old Nightmare, had seen many people's dreams and was quite experienced with such situations. However, before he could react, he saw Sno suddenly become dejected as if he had faded, speaking in a tone like a drunkard who had had too much to drink:

"But who would have thought that woman was the mistress of the Waltz Faction Leader! If I had known she had such a background, I would never have provoked her! I even suspect this was a trap they set for me! Let me tell you, those Backlund gangsters are nothing compared to the thugs in Tingen; they are truly ruthless killers!"

Seeing Sno's emotions becoming more and more hysterical, Dunn immediately comforted him:

"Since you're so scared, come with me to the police station. After confirming you have no issues, we will provide you with protection."

"Police station? Alright, do you have private rooms in your prison? Preferably one where no one can visit! Oh, of course, the food should be good, Fish and Chips is the minimum requirement. You can't force me, a member of the Middle Class whose monthly income exceeds 50 Pounds, to eat that pig slop..." As Sno spoke, Dunn's mouth twitched slightly. Although he knew that thoughts in dreams could easily go off track, this was the first time he had heard such unrestrained demands.

However, he didn't let down his guard because of this. Instead, he continued to maintain the development of the dream, leading Sno towards the police station along the way.

About fifteen minutes later, seeing the Captain and Leonard reappear at the entrance of the inn, Klein's anxious heart finally relaxed. Only when the two re-entered the carriage did he couldn't help but ask:

"How was it?"

"His performance in the dream was also normal. There were no obvious contradictions in his words. I tried to give him many opportunities to escape, but he always maintained a submissive attitude. He even hid behind me when there was danger on the road, as if being by my side was the safest place. Hmm, this fits the expectations of an ordinary person with some assets towards the police."

"Right, only those with something on their mind would seize the opportunity to escape, just like me..." Dunn's words undoubtedly reminded Klein of his previous dream, and he couldn't help but mutter to himself. Then, he turned his gaze to Leonard.

Sensing Klein's gaze, Leonard spread his hands and said:

"There were no Extraordinary Items in his room, and no signs of climbing on the window. Although there was perfume in the box, it was just ordinary Men's Perfume, not the Essential Oil or Pure Dew needed for Ritual Magic. The only thing that could be related to Mysticism was a Silver Antique Knife, but it was only three to four hundred years old and not an Extraordinary Item. If I had to say anything abnormal about him, it's that he's too handsome! Only a tiny bit less than me... Hmm, alright, I admit, he's just a tiny bit more handsome than me."

His usual flippant words eased the originally serious atmosphere. As the carriage started moving again, the conversation among them began to shift towards Klein's upcoming Joining Mission...

Watching the carriage leave, Sno, who had already emerged from the dream, gently stroked the Kitten that was licking its paws. Although he knew he had probably passed, he still didn't let down his guard, merely lying lazily on the bed, spacing out.

"Hainason Vincent is dead, and I've intercepted his notebook. I've removed the two triggers that increased Dunn's mental burden. Now, it's up to that clumsy screenwriter to change the script..."

As Sno pondered, an image of a Steed made of White Clouds suddenly appeared in his mind. As this Steed ran in his mind, faint whispers began to echo in his ears--

"Lord of the Mysteries is just a novel. Many readers have read it, but none have been corrupted or noticed by high-level existences because of it. Therefore, I will not be corrupted or noticed because of the knowledge gained from the story of Lord of the Mysteries..."

The voice layered and repeated, constantly stimulating Sno's nerves. As this process continued, his spirituality rapidly drained as if a River Dam Break, but strangely, almost every second, he would lose a quarter of his total spirituality, yet his spirituality always remained at three-quarters of its total amount.

The whispers in his ears lasted for a full minute before finally stopping. Only then did Sno finally breathe a sigh of relief and withdraw from the semi-meditative state.

"It must be that damn pen again! It's killing me. Can't writers be nerfed?"

Gently rubbing his throbbing temples, Sno slowly adjusted his mental state. The world of Lord of the Mysteries is indeed like this. Without a sufficiently sturdy Golden Finger, even the most overpowered Transmigrator would have to kneel.

Yes, Sno was indeed a Transmigrator, and of the most tragic kind. Transmigrators from other worlds were familiar with the plot, which was equivalent to having the resources of the entire world at their disposal. But in the Mystery World... let alone plot benefits, knowledge itself was poisonous!

It would have been fine to transmigrate into the Lord of the Mysteries world, but the most tragic part was that the moment he woke up, a Crazy Beauty was sitting in front of him, pushing a cup of Green Fizzy Viscous Liquid that looked like it was scooped from Gul'dan's Pot towards him, almost saying, "Drink it, this is your destiny."

It was only because his Golden Finger was powerful; otherwise, he would have been a member of the Crazy Beauty squad by now.

As for his Golden Finger, it had quite an origin. First, it was an Origin Quality called [White Horse is Not a Horse], and second, it was the Uniqueness of the corresponding Sequence—[A Foot of Rod].

This Origin Quality and Uniqueness did not belong to the original twenty-two Sequences, nor were they mentioned in the original work. They were Foreign Sequences originating from Old Ones in the Starry Sky.

If he had to position it, Sno felt this thing was more like the path mentioned in the original work for extraordinary species to advance before the Blasphemy Slate appeared—

That is, the so-called "Cross-Pathway Medication."

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