Taking the "Listener" Potion

A man who had lost all hope in life jumped from the second floor, his head hitting the hard ground, and he died instantly.

Aside from providing Luther with fresh Potion ingredients, his death's greatest effect was providing the bar's drunks with fodder for gossip. As for the woman he had been longing for, she quickly forgot about him and turned to other men.

After purchasing the materials and collecting the resentment using the small black bottle given to him by Ms. M, Luther returned to Blackthorn Security Company.

As he pushed open the door, he saw Leonard and Klein sitting on the sofa in the living room, with a large bag of documents spread out on the table, and they were looking at a few of them.

"Just got back from a small town and immediately went back to work, that's really dedicated."

Luther Zedao.

Upon hearing this, Klein Consciousness touched his pocket—inside was the "Sun Charm" he had just made in the town.

Luther didn't notice the other person's subtle expression. Instead, he walked to the table and picked up a document to examine it.

This is a death report from the police station—a man on the Lower Street died suddenly while working. According to his family, he had a history of similar illnesses.

"Isn't this just a normal death?"

He asked, puzzled.

"They were indeed normal deaths, but there are too many problems," Leonard replied, pointing to a large stack of documents beside him. "The number of deaths has suddenly increased recently, far exceeding the average for the same period last year, and the police department has contacted us to investigate."

Luther flipped through the files, which were indeed full of various types of death reports, including Viscount Dorset's case.

"Speaking of which, I also encountered something similar today..."

Luther seemed to be deep in thought, and then recounted what he had seen and heard at the bar earlier.

"Then I'll Record this as well."

Leonard said.

In the following period, they spent time reviewing and analyzing these numerous death cases, but they didn't find anything particularly noteworthy.

"Let's go check it out at the scene tomorrow," Leonard said, rubbing his eyes as he neared the end of the workday. "We might find other clues there."

"Thank you for your hard work."

Luther said he needed to go home on time to prepare for the general election.

"Luther, don't forget, you're on duty at Chanis Gate tomorrow night."

Leonard called out from behind him.

Upon opening the door to his home at No. 6 Daffodil Street, he found Ms. M waiting for him on the sofa. Cecilia was preparing her homework at the table, looking distracted. She stood up when Luther entered.

"You've been very cooperative; all the necessary materials are ready," Ms. M said with a smile. Through her eyes, which were fixed on Luther, she had witnessed everything that had happened to Luther that day.

Luther didn't answer her. He put his arm around his sister's shoulder, pressed her back into her seat, and then took out the supplementary materials and placed them on the table.

"Don't be so wary of me," Ms. M said. "As long as you cooperate, I'm very willing to help you. Like today's large number of deaths, your investigation has gone astray..."

Did you do this?

Luther suddenly looked up and asked.

Did she deliberately kill so many people to provide ingredients for her Potion?

"Of course it wasn't me."

Ms. M smiled and said, "I came to your house as soon as I arrived in Tingen. Besides, if I had done it, I wouldn't have done something so stupid."

Upon hearing this, Luther stopped questioning him. It seemed that Ms. M had no reason to lie to him about such matters.

"Alright, now that everything's ready, let's begin." Ms. M stood up from the sofa and said to Luther, "Clean the cast iron pot and bring it over."

It finally happened.

Luther took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He turned and went into the kitchen. Following Ms. M's instructions, he washed the iron pot thoroughly. Then, carrying the ingredients, he followed Ms. M to the bedroom on the second floor.

Cecilia stayed in the living room on the first floor, watching him with concern. He smiled at his sister and closed the bedroom door.

Taking the Potion was inevitable, but Luther still harbored a sliver of hope—because he had an external cheat code inside him.

That Phantom Tide had repeatedly shielded Luther from the mental Corrosion of various evil gods. If it weren't for it, Luther would have collapsed and lost control long ago.

Initially, Luther had considered forcibly taking the Potion and relying on his cheat-like abilities to resist the words of the True Creator. However, such a thing could not be tested beforehand; if the cheat-like abilities failed halfway through, he would be finished. Therefore, he thought it best to prioritize a safer method.

But now, he had no choice. Luther could only hope that the Tide was effective enough to block out all the words of the True Creator.

"Let's begin."

After entering the room, Ms. M turned to Luther and said, "Be careful, after all, you're the one who's going to drink the Potion."

Luther placed the iron pot and arranged the ingredients, calmed himself down, and began making the Potion.

Following Ms. M's instructions, he poured 70 ml of distilled water into the pot, then sprinkled in 8 grams of Wolf Blood Grass and added 2 drops of snake venom.

When the herbal powder was poured into water, it formed a paste and did not dissolve. However, after being added to the poison, the colorless liquid quickly dissolved the powder.

It turned the liquid in the pot a dark green color.

Luther carefully picked up the Main Ingredient of the Potion, but as soon as he touched it, a sound rang in his ears, making him irritable and unable to concentrate.

Thump.

The Black ear were thrown into the water and immediately began to dissolve, turning into a black liquid.

"Glug glug.::"

The water began to boil incessantly, the bubbling bubbles bursting one after another, like countless mouths shouting, appearing eerie and terrifying.

That's really weird...

Luther cursed under his breath, picked up the last ingredient on the table— the Resentment of the Dead contained in the small black bottle—and poured it over the Potion.

Upon opening the bottle, a wisp of translucent gas drifted out, carrying with it extreme emotions of resentment and unwillingness.

The gas, which was originally rising, suddenly seemed to be drawn by the Potion, turning downwards and being forced to burrow into Potion. The open mouths, having absorbed the resentment, contentedly sank down, and the Potion began to calm down, eventually turning into a lifeless, iron-gray color.

Congratulations, you must have succeeded.

Ms. M smiled.

Luther glanced at her, then used a spoon to scoop out the liquid and poured it into a cup. The liquids remained connected, with not a trace left in the pot.

He picked up the cup and looked at what was inside. A sense of hesitation and fear welled up inside him.

"Luther, what are you waiting for?"

Ms. M asked with a smile, her slender, beautiful fingers seemingly moving Consciousness. If she wanted, a snap of her fingers would send Cecilia downstairs exploding to her death.

Fuck it!

Luther gritted his teeth, tilted his head back, and drank the Potion.

The cold, stinging liquid rushed down his throat into his stomach, quickly spreading throughout his body. Soon, he felt cold all over.

The chill made his Consciousness increasingly clear, allowing him to perceive every sensation in his body with exquisite detail—sight, smell, hearing...

Yes, his ears suddenly became incredibly sensitive, even more so than all his other senses.