Am I really just an ordinary transmigrator?
For the first time, Chen Lun questioned this.
He recalled everything that had happened since he had transmigrated into this world. There really seemed to be some inexplicable thread tugging at him.
No... that's wrong! This is an illusion born of preconceptions!
Chen Lun shook his head hard.
I can't let these things affect my own judgment! I am me. I am Chen Lun, not anyone's puppet. Even if this so-called fate really exists, I'll climb up step by step and shatter it!
He took a deep breath and stopped looking at the mural in the center of the blood lake.
He used Air Walk on the spot and flew straight up toward the top of the cliff.
In the process, Chen Lun discovered something else: he could clearly see the mural's contents in his mind, vividly rendered. It was as though Clarenso's work, "Mr. Jingyao and His Scorpio," had been captured by Chen Lun's perception and forcibly imprinted in his mind.
This was no good thing, because whenever Chen Lun focused his attention on it, what had just happened would happen again. He would suffer the impact of high-level contamination, causing his Sanity to plummet.
But then another thought struck Chen Lun.
Could he exploit this, turning something harmful into something useful, and use it as a weapon and trump card to contaminate his enemies...? After all, he possessed the skill "Thought Sharing," which allowed him to transmit the contaminated mural he saw in his mind into someone else's.
If that's the case, I could make myself invincible with Maggie's Statue's Sanity reserves... and if an enemy's authority isn't high enough, or their maximum Sanity is too low, they'll lose control or die on the spot.
The more Chen Lun thought about