Test Firing

Because he replenished himself with an excessive amount of Flesh, Luther's already unstable mental state became even more dangerous.

In the Palace, the mermaids summoned by the Queen only brought him temporary Tranquility, but could not solve the fundamental problem. This was because those Flesh were filled with a large amount of spiritual remnants, which soon began to impact Luther's Consciousness.

So using human flesh to replenish Flesh has such drawbacks... Aren't those Rose Bishop of the Aurora Order worried about this? No, they were already insane to begin with. No matter how much residual spirit others have, it can't suppress their fanaticism for the True Creator.

As Luther pondered this, he endured the infusion of knowledge from the Hidden Sage. The Phantom Tide within his mind slowed the flow of knowledge.

It has reached a point where we can tolerate it.

In a daze, he seemed to see a pair of extremely Indifference eyes looking down at him from across the Desolation wilderness.

A way to eliminate mental remnants... I've got it!

After careful searching, he found what he was looking for among a vast and useless stream of information.

I pray for the guidance of the Sage.

"I pray for your power..."

Luther raised the Ritual dagger and ran it across his arm, cutting and tracing strange patterns. These patterns came from the teachings of the Hidden Sage, and upon closer inspection, they seemed to resemble human faces.

As the power of the Hidden Sage surged in, the remaining spirit within the body began to activate. As if unable to withstand the torrent of knowledge, these spirits instinctively moved, seeking refuge in the patterns carved by Luther.

The patterns Distortion and wriggled, like human faces opening their mouths as if saying something.

Luther raised his dagger and struck without hesitation.

"Brush!"

He shaved off a large piece of skin and flesh from his shoulder, and looking down, he found that the facial patterns were still there beneath the skin.

Oh shit.::

Luther gritted his teeth and cut deep into the flesh with the knife. Only after large chunks of Flesh were cut away were the lingering mental residues attached to it finally expelled. However, even so, he still felt his mind drifting towards madness.

The effects of those lingering spiritual remnants act directly on the depths of the soul; even if they are removed, the damage already done cannot be undone.

Not to mention the impact of what he witnessed firsthand and the extreme emotions he experienced, which greatly stimulated him, who was already quite sensitive.

Even though I've digested the Potion, my mental state is actually worse...

Luther smiled wryly and ended the summoning of the Hidden Sage.

Before he could remove the Wall of Spirituality, he suddenly smelled the familiar fragrance again, and a familiar figure appeared beside him.

Ms. M gently stroked his horribly injured arm, a smile on her face.

"How come you're still alive?"

Luther asked coldly.

Ms. M smiled but remained silent.

"Why are you silent now? Weren't you quite talkative in the banquet hall?"

Luther shoved the tall, red-haired, gold-eyed woman aside, causing her to fall to the ground. She showed a slight expression of pain, but remained silent. It seemed that she could only communicate with Luther when Luther was in a frenzy.

But Luther didn't want to talk to her; Luther just wanted her dead.

"Click."

A crisp metallic clang rang out from Luther. He pulled a silver Revolver from his pocket.

Beyonder Item, the "Lucky Roulette"!

Just then, a target appeared, and he wanted to test the weapon's power and how to use it.

"Bang!"

Luther pulled away from the two men, then pointed the gun at Ms. M and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Puff!"

The bullet was fired, hitting Ms. M's earlobe precisely and sending it flying to an unknown location. She touched her ear, a slight pain on her face.

It is indeed as described in the item description, with very high precision.

Luther thought to himself.

Given his shooting record at Blackthorn Security Company, hitting a tiny earlobe at that distance would be completely impossible.

Next, it's time to test that special ability.

Luther opened the pistol's magazine, removed the bullets one by one until only one remained, and then gently moved the magazine.

"Swish, swish..."

The cylinder spun rapidly, the brass-colored bullets leaving afterimages within the silvery-white cylinder, forming a yellow ring.

"Smack!"

Without even looking, Luther casually snapped the magazine shut, then pressed the muzzle of Revolver against his temple.

After a brief pause, he pulled the trigger.

Click.

One shot was fired but no bullet was fired.

An invisible force was gathering, and Luther's Spirituality could feel it; the gun seemed to have changed.

He thought for a moment, then turned the gun towards Ms. M and pulled the trigger.

"Click-clack..."

The Revolver's cylinder first rotates automatically until it stops at the position where there are bullets, and then the hammer falls.

"Boom!"

The Revolver emitted a noticeably louder sound, and a powerful bullet shot out. If it weren't for the barrier of Wall of Spirituality, the gunshot would probably have been heard by all the surrounding residents.

A gaping hole, the size of a child's fist, immediately appeared in Ms. M's abdomen. She remained silent, neither resisting nor attempting to escape.

She simply watched Luther quietly.

The power is pretty good, about the same as High-Pressure Steam Rifle...

Luther nodded slightly. If the bullet inside had been an extraordinary one, its extraordinary effect should have been amplified.

Upon closer inspection of the silvery-white "Lucky Roulette," he noticed that the surface of the Revolver seemed to have lost some of its luster.

Its Spirituality has diminished; it seems it cannot be used indefinitely...

Luther thought to himself, then opened the magazine again, took out a spent cartridge, inserted a bullet, and continued the process. This time, he wanted to test the maximum power of the gun.

So he aimed at his temple and pulled the trigger repeatedly.

"Click, click, click, bang!"

The fourth shot missed.

Smack!

Blood splattered, and the sound was crisp.

Luther stood there, nearly falling over from the impact of the bullet.

He felt the power of the bullet. The good news was that if he shot himself, the effect wouldn't be amplified. The bad news was that any power he had accumulated would dissipate.

Luther picked up the fallen Flesh from the ground, pressed it back onto his head, paused for a moment, and then continued trying.

"Click, click..."

Perhaps because he had been shot in the head, which was considered an accumulation of misfortune, he was Luck this time, missing five shots in a row.

The Lucky Roulette became incredibly shiny, clearly indicating the presence of immense power within it.

"Want to try some?"

Luther sneered and pointed the gun at Ms. M.

Before the other party could react, he pulled the trigger.

"Boom!"

The recoil from the pistol slammed into his palm, tearing his hand and drawing blood. The astonishing sound echoed within the Wall of Spirituality, making his ears ring.

Looking down, Ms. M's body was gone, leaving only a deep pit the size of a bowl on the ground.

Oh no, I've ripped up the landlord's floorboards!

Luther removed the Wall of Spirituality and was somewhat dumbfounded when he saw the mess on the ground.