Cangnan City.
“Apothecary, I feel like I’m fine.
How about you just let me go?” Luciel sat across from the Apothecary, his eyes unfocused, as if looking at something, but in reality, there was nothing in front of him except the Apothecary and a wall.
The old Apothecary with graying hair was not surprised by this.
Rather, being able to speak calmly in a mental hospital meant the patient was at least conscious.
He slowly raised his head, wiped his reading glasses, and habitually showed a soothing smile: “Son, don’t rush.
We’re just having a normal chat.
I heard you have some auditory hallucinations.
Can you tell me what feels wrong?” Sitting in front of the Apothecary was a youth who was stunning at first glance, but the complexity of his features made it hard to describe.
First, his hair.
It wasn’t short, tied into a single ponytail with a rubber band.
The black strands were clearly well-maintained, thick and fine, almost like a still black river if not looked at closely.
Second, his face.
It had a strange charm.
His fair skin seemed untouched by wind or rain, as smooth as a newborn’s to the touch, and so pale it looked translucent, as if never exposed to light.
His fox-like eyes were also unusual.
Ruby-red, they made anyone they looked at feel as if he was listening intently to their sharing.
A second glance held a captivating, almost Criminal allure.
The old Apothecary was slightly dazed by such a face.
Being earnestly looked at by those eyes gave him a fleeting impulse of youth.
Fortunately, impulse didn’t last, and he didn’t do anything that would invite criticism from his juniors.
Luciel had no idea what he had done.
He leaned forward slightly, frowning deeply.
“I always hear many people talking, and at the same time, my head is filled with all sorts of random thoughts.
For example, right now, I really want to hunt you, use traps to restrict your movements, poison to weaken your resistance, and then carry out a hunt on you.” Luciel spoke in an extremely gentle and submissive tone, but in that instant, a barely perceptible glint of cunning flashed in his otherwise calm eyes.
In the blink of an eye, the young man before him seemed to have completely transformed—no longer the seemingly fragile, innocent, and harmless urban youth, but rather a seasoned Hunter lurking in the deep mountains and forests, waiting for the right moment.
The Apothecary felt that in the next moment, the youth might kill him with a weapon from nowhere.
At this point, the psychological therapy should have ended.
The old Apothecary, who had initially taken a liking to Luciel’s appearance, suddenly snapped back to reality.
The air in the consultation room froze like ice.
The old Apothecary’s smile stiffened.
His eyes glanced at the table, where the youth’s file was placed, enlarged and bolded.
Multiple thefts from school thugs, followed by flaunting the stolen goods to provoke the victims.
When the provoked thugs attacked him in a group, he defeated them with force and declared himself a brave Warrior.
Until last night, when he discovered a thief picking a lock to sneak into a single woman’s home.
He followed the thief after the burglary, found the gang, and fought three alone.
He emerged unscathed, while all three gang members were severely injured and still in critical care.
Suspected of having a mental illness, he was sent to a mental hospital for examination.
His eyes were like those of an experienced Hunter, but his words made him seem like a Lunatic.
“Son, stay calm.
This is a civilized society.
Doing such things is illegal!” “But I’ve already done it once.
Observed, followed, set traps, and completed a perfect hunt.
I achieved my initial goal—it was a good deed.
I returned the lost belongings to that girl.” “They think I have a problem and sent me here.
I think I’m perfectly normal.” Luciel’s self-defense didn’t work.
The Apothecary strongly recommended sending two police officers to protect him, along with a set of test questions.
Based on the knowledge that had recently appeared in his head, Luciel knew exactly how to answer.
…
“Forget it, I’ll just play the Prisoner.” Luciel, bound by restraints, thought in his single room.
Luciel sighed helplessly.
About half a month ago, he had transmigrated into the God-Slaying World.
At first, he didn’t know where he was, only thinking he had come to a parallel world.
After all, there was no overwhelming news about superheroes or special abilities.
Even if it were some super world, at least special abilities weren’t known to ordinary people.
Until he discovered that the aunt next door had a child named Yang Jin, who kept a Little Black Dog called Little Black Dog.
Most importantly, there was also a blind youth diagnosed with mental illness named Lin Qiye in her home.
Okay, now he knew where he was.
This body was seventeen years old, with no parents.
Initially, it looked ordinary and unremarkable.
It had some government subsidy money, not enough for lavish spending, but not too little either.
This body should have been in the second year of high school, but the orphanage that adopted the original owner wasn’t wealthy.
The original owner’s grades weren’t good enough to get a scholarship, and continuing school would put too much financial pressure on him.
So he gave up high school and started working early.
This body shared the same name as Luciel, but their personalities were vastly different.
The original owner of this body was very withdrawn.
After moving out of the orphanage, he lived alone in the old city and didn’t talk to neighbors.
The original owner had long noticed some mental issues, but his savings made him think he could just tough it out.
Until half a month ago, when the original owner made a mistake at work due to negligence, causing a customer’s order to go wrong, and was scolded.
After returning home, his accumulated emotions finally collapsed.
He swallowed pills to commit suicide, and Luciel took over this body as a replacement.
“I was too absorbed in being a Hunter.
After they were subdued, I greedily wanted to digest the Criminal’s potion at the same time.
But the Criminal strengthens the body, and I couldn’t control my strength.
I haven’t even digested the Planter, let alone use the Apothecary to treat them.
I hope they’re okay.” Luciel sincerely prayed for the lives of the three thieves, thinking their crimes didn’t warrant death.
Crack An illusory breaking sound rang out.
The Criminal’s potion was successfully digested.
The Criminal has a strong body, sharp instincts, and various Criminal abilities, proficient in using various weapons, but conscience has not yet been extinguished.
Luciel’s guilt for using excessive force somewhat matched the role of the Criminal.
The satisfaction from digesting the potion dispelled the slight guilt toward the thieves.
Finally, he had completed a Sequence 9 role-playing.
It wasn’t easy.
The digestion of the potion also fully integrated the Criminal’s abilities with Luciel, making this power completely his.
The digestion of the Criminal potion allowed a new potion to take its place.
Unnoticed, Luciel advanced to Abyss Pathway Sequence 8—Unwinged Angel.
The ancient name for Unwinged Angel is Cold-Blooded One, marking the true first step into the Abyss.
At this step, a Beyonder’s conscience is completely lost, mingling with evil desires.
The body becomes inhuman, gaining some demonic spell-like abilities.
The slight guilt toward the three thieves instantly vanished, replaced by a hint of pleasure at their twisted limbs, and even an anticipation for more such bloody scenes.
“Damn, what am I thinking!” Luciel suddenly snapped out of this state.
The Spectator’s keen observation allowed him to quickly detect something wrong with his own state.
The Abyss Pathway has a severe impact on the mind.
Recalling his previous feelings, Luciel broke out in a cold sweat.
“I need to do something.
Digesting 22 potions at once is too likely to distort one’s personality.” Luciel closed his eyes, imagining himself slowly sinking into water, feeling the illusory tide engulf him.
When he opened his eyes again, his spirit body had arrived in an ocean that seemed to contain all colors and secrets.
With a thought, his spirit body rose above this ocean.
This was the Chaos Sea, the Sefirah of the Omniscient and Omnipotent Five Pathways, and one of Luciel’s foundations in this world.
When he descended into this world, nine different calls sounded in his heart.
He tried each one and received responses from all.
Chaos Sea, Sefirah Castle, Mother Nest, River of Eternal Darkness, City of Calamity, Knowledge Moor, Nation of Disorder, Tenebrous World, Key of Light.
Nine Sefirot.
Upon entering the first Sefirah, Luciel understood everything about his transmigration.
He was a high-dimensional visitor, but not entirely.
A part of him had fallen into the world of the Lord of the Mysteries.
The high-dimensional characteristic began to devour everything in that world to supplement itself, while generating corresponding powers based on his impression of that world.
Multiple Outer Deities were devoured, Sefirot were twisted, and even the will of the Primordial One was shattered into energy, nearly awakening the Creator and plunging the world into doomsday.
His harmfulness even forced three incomplete Pillars—the Fool, the Mother Goddess of Depravity, and Adam—to join forces to expel him from the world.
However, his gluttony benefited the later-advancing gods and Outer Deities, as it eliminated many dangers.
Too bad he didn’t get to talk to Mr.
Fool.
Regret.
After another drift, the high-dimensional characteristic had adapted to dimensionality reduction, and Luciel’s form was confirmed.
Finally, he arrived in this world.
He didn’t know which cycle this was—whether he had reincarnated multiple times or was a first-time invitee, or an uninvited guest.
Of course, this wasn’t the most important thing.
Luciel’s high-dimensional characteristic formed the Sefirot and 22 Divine Pathways.
Now, the body housing his will was no different from an ordinary person in this world, at most having a high status.
At the same time, his control over the Sefirot was very firm, with no fear of them being taken away.
He could also borrow the Sefirot to do things, such as temporarily using abilities of higher Sequences.
With a thought from Luciel, the boundless Chaos suddenly boiled.
A massive vortex instantly appeared in the sea.
In the next moment, the sky above the Chaos Sea was shrouded in Darkness, and another Chaos Sea was born in the sky.
This newly born Chaos Sea seemed both real and illusory, as if it could be touched, but in essence, it was hollow and false—a formless Uniqueness belonging to the Visionary, shaped like an ocean but actually an abstract symbol and concept.
“Visionary, a Pathway governing mind, consciousness, and spirit, symbolizing omnipotence beyond reality.
It can give false life true humanity, create real avatars, and even if an avatar dies, it has no effect on The Original Self.
I need to use multiple avatars with virtual personalities as relays to bear the feedback and mental influence of the potions.” Spectator Pathway Sequence 3 Dream Weaver can split one’s identity into independent existences.
Luciel chose to directly borrow the Visionary’s Uniqueness from the Chaos Sea, temporarily granting himself the abilities of a Visionary.
The role-playing of the 22 potions within him was intricately intertwined, with each potion’s feedback affecting his personality to some extent.
So he split off 22 identities with different personas, each bearing the feedback of one potion, while the body was controlled by The Original Self.
When controlling the body, he simply connected to a specific persona.
22 identities, 22 personas.
He divided them into 9 parts and sent them into the 9 Sefirot.
With this, the life of constant feedback from various actions was finally gone.
Luciel quietly played the Prisoner, feeling a slight sense of digestion within him, and smiled with relief.
“Handling 22 at once is indeed unbearable.
But aren’t the patients locked up in a mental hospital also Prisoners?”