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The common room buzzed with life around him, but Lei sat quietly in a corner, lost in thought.
The explosive growth reflected in his updated status earlier still lingered fresh in his mind, a vivid reminder of how drastically things had shifted.
It wasn't normal for someone to grow this fast through just a few simple divinations.
But the moment he thought about it carefully, the answer seemed obvious.
In the world of Beyonders, potion digestion was deeply tied to the act of "playing" one's role.
And crucially, the greater the gap between the actor and the audience , the lower the Sequence of the actor compared to the higher Sequence of the audience , the faster the digestion occurred.
Here, he was performing divinations for the top members of Loki Familia.
Veterans who had braved the Deep Floors, elites with experience and strength far beyond anything a Level 1 like him could boast.
Each time he played the Seer before them, each time he spun the veil of mystery and truth around their futures, the vast disparity between them created a tremendous feedback , accelerating his progress in a way that brute combat never could.
It was an incredible opportunity.But growth without proper rules would only lead to collapse.
Back in his previous life, within the framework of Beyonder paths, acting wasn't just about copying behaviors.
It was a sacred discipline , a method to internalize the traits of the Sequence without inviting corruption.
One needed to establish clear rules, principles to act by, to stabilize the mind and align with the spirit of the path.
Klein had done it.
Klein had succeeded in progressing smoothly through his Sequences because he defined rules for himself early on:
Behaving cautiously, maintaining mystery, valuing life, respecting fate... all threads woven carefully together to protect his sense of self against the pull of powers beyond human understanding.
Lei needed the same.
He couldn't afford to drift blindly forward just because things seemed smooth now.
He closed his eyes, steadying his breathing, letting his thoughts sharpen.
What was a Seer?
The answer flowed easily not from the lore he'd read, but from the instincts buried deep within.
First, a Seer was someone who knew.
They perceived hidden truths, gleaned fragments of the past, glimpses of the present, and echoes of the future.
Knowing things was their domain.
Second, a Seer was a guide.
They were not hoarders of secrets, but those who offered wisdom to those who sought it.
A Seer was a teacher, a whisperer, a bornfire burning softly in the fog for lost traveller.
Third, a Seer revere fate.
Because they touched the strings others could not even see, they treat destiny with humility and awe.
Arrogance lead only to ruin; a true Seer never should never let himself be consumed by their own shine.
Lei opened his eyes, calm and steady.
His rules for acting began to form:
1. Always seek to know ,but never rush to reveal.
Knowing is the Seer's essence, but mystery is their shield.
2. Offer guidance sincerely when asked ,never force it, never manipulate under the guise of aid.
The Seer shows the path; not push others onto it.
3. Respect the workings of fate , never speak lightly of destiny, and never show disdain for what is beyond control.
4- The final rule of acting ,never to immerse yourself too deeply in the role, always remember that you are just acting.
Lei gently exhaled.
He etched these rules deep into his heart, allowing them to anchor his mind and spirit.
From now on, every word he spoke during a reading, every choice he made when offering visions, every gesture while donning the mask of the Seer , would revolve around these principles.
Subtle, steady, and unwavering.
Only then could he walk this Sequence safely.
Only then could he continue forward, one step at a time, into the depths where power and danger intertwined.
The next few days passed in a peaceful, steady rhythm.
Each morning, Lei updated his status with Loki, watching the excelia in his Falna accumulate at a pace that even Riveria privately admitted was remarkable.
Each afternoon, he took a seat at his usual spot in the common room ,a small simple table in a sunny corner where he quietly offered his readings.
At first it had been just curiosity.
Now, it was routine.
One afternoon, Raul Nord approached him, scratching his cheek awkwardly.
"Uh, Lei," he said. "I... kinda lost the voucher Gareth gave me for new armor. If I tell him, he's gonna smash my head in."
Lei chuckled softly, reaching into his pouch and pulling out two thin, metallic dowsing rods , newly bought from a local craftsman.
Basic but serviceable.
He held one in each hand, closed his eyes briefly, and repeated Raul's request in his mind seven times ,focusing on the object sought.
When he opened his eyes, the rods twitched faintly, leaning slightly to the left.
Lei stood, walking a few steps ,the rods tilting further, pointing steadily towards one of the training hall's side cabinets.
"You dropped it behind the weapons rack it seems." he said calmly.
Raul, wide-eyed, rushed over ,and moments later whooped as he retrieved the crumpled voucher.
"You're a life saver, seriously!"
Lei just smiled lightly, waving off the thanks.
Another day, Anakitty Autumn sat across from him, frowning deeply.
"I got some information about a new shortcut on the 19th floor... sounds almost too good. I want to know if I can trust it," she said, folding her arms.
Lei nodded, reaching into a small pouch and drawing out a slender silver pendulum.
Holding the chain with his non-dominant hand, he closed his eyes, repeated the query in his mind seven times, and began to observe.
The pendulum swung in a slow, counterclockwise circle.
When Lei opened his eyes, he spoke without hesitation:
"Nope, it's false information or the short cut is already closed or something else but you should not trust that information"
Anakitty exhaled heavily, her shoulders slumping.
"Figures. Thanks, Lei."
She left, looking resigned.
Not all who came sought such serious matters.
Some merely asked about mundane worries
Would their next expedition go smoothly?
Was their gear properly blessed?
For each, Lei adapted carefully.
He never overstepped.
He never pronounced final judgment.
He merely let them glimpse the threads of fate, enough to guide, never to force.
And through it all, Lei found himself... breathing easier.
He laughed when Raul joked about starting a betting pool on how accurate Lei's readings were.
He smiled genuinely when Anakitty offered him a sweet bun in thanks.
He even joined in the playful scolding when Bete barked at juniors for "loitering around the fortune-teller" during training hours.
There was a warmth to these days,
a familiarity he hadn't realized he missed.
Not since those quiet hours tending his little gift shop, watching children's eyes light up, sharing in their simple happiness.
He hadn't noticed how tense he had been until now , not just from the danger, the pressure, the survival but from the feeling of being utterly alone.
Now, for the first time since arriving in this world, he felt at ease even if a little bit.
The next morning, Lei sat quietly as Loki updated his Falna.
Her humming stopped midway.
"Oi. Finn. Riveria. Gareth. Get over here."
The three executives immediately surrounded her, peering over her shoulder.
"...S999," Riveria breathed, her calm demeanor breaking for a brief moment.
Finn blinked rapidly, almost disbelieving.
"That's" He looked at Lei, then back at the sheet, "Magic stat at S rank... 999...?"
Gareth's thick brows drew together.
"Fifteen days," he rumbled. "Fifteen bloody days and from just sittin' around divinin'."
Loki leaned back, her face alight with wicked amusement and sharpness.
"Hah! I figured he was fast, but this ain't just speed. It's... this is nuts."
Finn tapped the paper, expression serious.
"Getting a stat to rise at high levels is exponentially harder. It's not like the early stage jumps. Past B rank, every point is a struggle. For most adventurers, even reaching A is already considered a lifetime achievement."
Riveria's gaze sharpened, analytical.
"And he pushed straight through to the very limit... in magic. Without even fighting or learning any magic"
Silence lingered.
It was a heavy, stunned sort of silence.
Finally, Loki broke it with a chuckle.
"But ya know... It fits, doesn't it?"
She waved a hand lazily.
"He's our special little weirdo," she said cheerfully as she beamed proudly, then jabbed a thumb at Lei.
Finn, ever the strategist, leaned forward slightly, tapping a finger against the table.
"But this raises a bigger problem."
Everyone turned their attention to him.
"When the time comes for Lei to level up," Finn continued, "he won't have what he needs."
He glanced at Lei with a serious expression.
"Normally, to trigger the right kind of excelia for a Level Up, you need to undergo a true adventure. A high-risk battle, something that pushes your limits and forces growth."
Lei nodded slowly. He remembered reading that much from Danmachi's lore.
"But any excelia Lei gains through combat," Riveria said, picking up the thread with a tight frown, "is immediately consumed by the curse in his Falna."
"Which means he won't accumulate the high-quality excelia needed for Level Up through battle," Finn concluded.
"Damned if you do, damned if you don't," Gareth muttered.
"But that's only the surface of it," Loki cut in sharply, her eyes gleaming.
"The real core of it ain't just about fighting."
Finn looked at her, then slowly nodded.
"She's right.' The feat recognized by the gods' it's not just symbolic , it's means an achievement good enough to recognised by the falna, by the gods"
Gareth grunted agreement.
"Aye. Killin' a tough monster's just the common way. But the Falna, it reacts to deeds. Achievements."
Riveria's eyes glinted with sharp intelligence.
"If that's the case," she said slowly, "then Lei's path is still open. He simply needs to accomplish something , through his divinations or his other skills , that is grand enough to be recognized by his Falna."
"Somethin' that makes even the gods sit up and go, 'well, that's impressive'," Gareth added, stroking his beard.
Lei listened carefully, imprinting the words into his mind.
So he didn't need a battle, He needed an achievement.
A feat of his own, born from his abilities.
Loki grinned broadly, slapping Lei's shoulder.
"Don'tcha worry, kiddo. We'll figure out the kinda big, flashy thing ya gotta pull off. Might even be more fun this way."
"But," Riveria cautioned, "it won't be easy. Divination is subtle. Most won't see it the way they would see a monster being defeated."
Finn smiled faintly.
"Then we just need to find a way to make it impossible to ignore."
The room fell into a thoughtful silence.
Finally, Finn spoke again:
"There's another matter. What about his other stats, We know he can gain excelia through divination but it's just mag, but what about the physical stats"
" Maybe his other skills will help him with physical stats" Gareth said as he stroked his beard.
They turned to Lei, who frowned slightly.
"I haven't... explored them much yet," Lei admitted. "I've have always been in the familia divining ."
"Hmm..." Loki tapped her lips, thinking hard.
"If it's the same deal, ya gotta use those powers, right? Just like a blacksmith hammers iron or a healer cures wounds."
"Well can only try and observe " said Finn thoughtful.
"Anyway! Go out there and cause a big enough stir with your pretty little fortune-tellings! I wanna see the gods spittin' their drinks when you pull somethin' huge off!"
Finn chuckled.
"No need to rush," he advised. "Small, steady steps will build the foundation."
Riveria nodded calmly. "Think carefully about your methods. But don't be afraid to act boldly when the time comes."
Gareth gave a rumbling laugh.
"And remember, lad if ya need a hammer swingin' for backup, ya know where to find us."
Lei smiled politely, nodding but inside, he was already planning quietly,his thoughts ran deeper.
They weren't wrong.
Achievements were the key.
But for him, it wasn't enough to simply use his skills.
He knew better, Seer, Apprentice, Marauder, they demanded more.
For Seer, divination of major events would suffice.
But for Apprentice and Marauder...
An Apprentice had to learn humbly, to seek knowledge earnestly — without arrogance or presumption.
A Marauder had to steal, instinctively and freely — not for gain, not for reason — but because that was their calling.
Lei exhaled quietly, he didn't explain his understanding, not because he distrusted them, not because he feared their attention, but simply because there was no way he could explain how he knew.
Some things could not be spoken.
Some truths could not be understood.
For now, it was enough to let them think he would gain excelia through skillful use of his abilities.
It was safer that way.
It was simpler.