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On this ship, most of the Beyonders were of the Mutant Pathway, and indulging their desires, they all lost control and turned into them.
"Every Beyonder of the Mutant Pathway is a potential Lunatic."
Leyton, maintaining an incomplete Mythical Creature form, whispered, his voice sounding like a whisper from an Evil God to the surrounding pirates. Just hearing it, their minds began to become chaotic, gradually descending into madness.
In this state, Leyton wantonly unleashed his own corruption, seemingly very familiar with this style of doing things.
Eerie starlight permeated the air, and shining stars, one after another, looked like cold Peeping Eyes, observing everything. They drilled into the deck, into the walls, and quickly permeated every corner of the Tree of Flesh and Blood.
As the starlight spread, madness completely engulfed the Tree of Flesh and Blood.
Maintaining an incomplete Mythical Creature form, Leyton didn't notice anything unusual; he had already maintained this form for over 15 seconds.
This was something even Bernadette couldn't do during her Sequence 3 period, and he didn't feel any pressure.
Leyton was already immersed in his incomplete Mythical Creature form, feeling that this was his true self, yet it seemed somewhat incomplete.
I seem to have understood the essence of knowledge. No, I am the essence of knowledge.
A "light" invisible to most Beyonders emerged from an unknown place. This light had no substance, as if composed of complex information flowing in torrents.
In its ethereal form, it surged out of the Spirit World, enveloping the entire Tree of Flesh and Blood.
The layers of starlight continuously spreading out from Leyton instantly solidified, then vanished into thin air.
Where Leyton had stood, only a constantly squirming, coiling, pitch-black shadow remained. Within this shadow were stacks of books made of flesh, and on the books, within the shadow, everywhere were strange, indifferent eyes.
Leyton, who had completely fallen into his incomplete Mythical Creature form, seemed to blur abruptly. After a brief moment of confusion, he regained his self-awareness.
However, he found that he had lost control of his body, as if his body had disappeared, leaving only his spirit.
"What did I do? My incomplete Mythical Creature form feels a bit off."
Before he could think further, he felt his spirit become dazed again, accompanied by waves of stinging pain.
The ethereal light, composed of complex information, completely enveloped him, seemingly re-correcting the Error that had appeared on him.
The dark shadow receded, eyes continuously closing and disappearing, and the stacked books transformed back into flesh, mixing with the squirming darkness to re-form his body.
Leyton quietly sensed the changes within himself. Although still somewhat dazed, he knew that the problems on his body had been resolved.
Even the effects and injuries he sustained during the battle with the Death Announcer were repaired.
The faint smell of sulfur that always lingered in his nostrils, the intermittent itching on his skin, and the scattered rust spots he had hidden, all disappeared.
After reconstructing Leyton's body, a small portion of the ethereal light separated and draped over him, gradually solidifying from illusory knowledge into a tangible, pitch-black hooded robe.
On it was depicted a mysterious eye without eyelashes, surrounded by numerous symbolic representations, as if knowledge had been scattered.
After resolving the problems on Leyton, the ethereal light, invisible to the naked eye, moved like a torrent, instantly submerging into the Spirit World Depths, heading to an unknown place.
Only a pair of cold, indifferent, lashless eyes, containing countless brilliant stars, remained.
Leyton looked at the symbolic representations before him, which contained a portion of the Hidden Sage's consciousness, took a deep breath, and then bowed respectfully to him in gratitude:
"Thank you very much for your help, otherwise I might have indulged in that state and lost control directly."
"When I previously displayed my incomplete Mythical Creature form, it seemed different from normal. May I ask what caused this?"
The cold, indifferent eyes calmly gazed at Leyton, showing no reaction. Just as Leyton thought the other party wouldn't answer his question, a cold, emotionless voice, yet strangely familiar, echoed in his mind:
"Before you separate the characteristic that doesn't belong to you, do not display your incomplete Mythical Creature form again."
"When becoming an Angel, that characteristic must first be separated."
The voice stopped abruptly there, and the symbolic representations before him, which contained a portion of the Hidden Sage's consciousness, also vanished without a trace.
Phew~ As the Hidden Sage completely departed, Leyton let out a long breath. When facing the Hidden Sage, he always felt inexplicably nervous, even knowing that the other party bore him no ill will.
Only then did he have the energy to ponder the problem he had just encountered. Was the recent anomaly caused by the Reader Pathway characteristic still within my body? I feel like this isn't the complete answer. What else is the Hidden Sage unwilling to tell me?
He then looked down at the pitch-black robe he was wearing. When the Hidden Sage pulled him back from his almost out-of-control incomplete Mythical Creature form, he was naked.
And he thoughtfully prepared a robe so I wouldn't run around naked? This robe, directly made by the Hidden Sage, can also be considered a Mystical Item, right?
He then extended his right hand and pulled at the black robe on his body, focusing his gaze and clearing his mind, performing a simple divination.
Information about the robe immediately appeared in his mind:
It can record one's state and reset that state to the body after 30 seconds, simultaneously clearing all positive and negative states acquired during that period. It can only be used once per day.
It can also be used to draw special symbolic representations and magic marks with Beyonder materials on the robe, treating it as a reusable magical scroll.
The negative effect is that it must be soaked in spiritual blood daily; each use requires drawing a unique strange symbol on it.
Why do I feel like the main reason the Hidden Sage gave me this robe is because he thinks I'm too reckless?
After a brief contemplation, he withdrew his gaze and re-examined the situation on the Tree of Flesh and Blood. He could clearly perceive that there was no longer any sign of life on the ship.
The sudden arrival of the Hidden Sage directly caused those on the ship who had luckily endured a wave of corruption to fall into madness, lose control, and silently collapse.
Leyton's gaze swept over the scene. On some corpses, faint light spots, either pale or deep, began to precipitate. Some merged with their scattered organs, some with surrounding objects, and some even gathered together on their own.
"A great harvest of Mutant characteristics! Unfortunately, they all bear the Mother Tree of Desire's mark and cannot be used directly."
After a slight sigh, purple halos floated in his eyes. His gaze passed over the deck and through layers of walls, quickly scanning Senor's captain's cabin and the Tree of Flesh and Blood's collection room.
The next moment, his figure instantly became transparent, then transformed into shimmering starlight, surging and swarming towards the captain's cabin, passing through tiny gaps in the walls and windows.
Inside Senor's captain's cabin, fragments of starlight reassembled, revealing Leyton's figure once more.
Under the vision of the Eyes of Mystery Prying, he easily identified the Mystical Items among Senor's collection, excluding those that were useless or might attract the attention of the Rose School of Thought's Abomination.
He raised his hand slightly, scattering a brilliant sheet of starlight. Glimmering stars twinkled as they covered the items he had selected, instantly contracting and solidifying into translucent amber, temporarily sealing all the items.
Then he beckoned again, and invisible giant hands appeared, picking up all the sealed items and throwing them into the shadow behind Leyton.
That shadow was like a bottomless, dark pool. Things were thrown in one by one, without a single ripple.
He then briefly scanned the captain's cabin again, searching for valuable items or books.
As the Rose School of Thought's representative on the sea, Senor was clearly not someone who loved to read. His captain's cabin, apart from a few potion formulas, contained little related to knowledge.
However, the wealth he plundered was indeed considerable. Even though he had to hand over most of it to the Rose School of Thought, the remaining wealth was still substantial.
At least for a lone wolf like me, who has no personal influence, it's quite substantial. I also need to save money; the Southern Continent will probably be a bottomless pit.
"I wonder how the Rose School of Thought will handle Senor's matter?"
"However, the pirates on the Tree of Flesh and Blood all died under the Hidden Sage's influence. Under such a near-True God-level suppression, they won't be able to find anything."
While muttering to himself, he had already manipulated the invisible giant hands to sweep all the valuable items around him into the pitch-black shadow behind him.
Immediately, his figure became transparent, once again transforming into surging starlight, passing through layers of flooring, systematically looting the wealth on the Tree of Flesh and Blood.
After looting the Tree of Flesh and Blood, Leyton subconsciously reached into his Arms to pull out a paper figure and throw it into the shadow behind him, but his hand, reaching into the black robe, touched the somewhat warm skin of his abdomen.
Hmm... He paused for a moment before realizing that the items he carried had disappeared along with his clothes during his out-of-control incomplete Mythical Creature form.
Then, looking at the dark, deep shadow behind him, after a brief thought, he spread his right hand, and the tip of his left index finger gently traced across it, leaving a slowly disappearing faint blue starlight, followed by gurgling blood.
With blood on his left hand, he quickly drew interconnected symbolic representations and magic marks on the pitch-black robe he was wearing.
Then, infusing spirituality, the robe on his body trembled without wind. It seemed to extend backward into a non-existent section, enveloping that dark, deep shadow.
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