"Are you going to replicate these Law Marks and Law Rhys?" For so reason, Samuel felt these words conveyed a sense of considerable curiosity and anticipation about this matter.
"Hmm, what would happen if I replicate them?" Samuel asked curiously.
He didn't lower his volu at all, yet no one in the carriage paid any attention to Samuel.
Even the person sitting not far from Samuel seed completely unable to hear the sound, lost in their own thoughts while staring out the window.
The Travel Guide's reply appeared: "If you replicate Law Marks, you might go crazy. If you replicate Law Rhys, I don't know, but you might die, perhaps."
"Wow, playing for such high stakes?" But Samuel's tone wasn't scared at all; instead, he seed a bit eager to try, "So what's the principle behind this?"
The Travel Guide paused for a mont, as if "searching for information."
A few seconds later, the answer appeared on the paper:
"The acquisition of Law Marks is related to a person's personality and thinking, and the acquired Law Marks will in turn affect the essence of the Law Seeker."
"A person full of performance desire is likely to obtain the 'Actor' Law Mark, and 'Actor' will in turn strengthen a person's performance desire."
"That's how it is."
"If a socially anxious person forcibly copies an 'Actor,' he'd probably go crazy, right?"
"I don't know, after all, I haven't studied psychology," the Travel Guide concluded, "But whether you go crazy or not, if your personality is changed, then you're not the original self anymore, right?"
"Ah, that's debatable." Samuel felt the jolting of the carriage, his nose slowly adapting to the stench inside the compartnt, feeling like a wheel had turned sowhere, "After all, there's always been quite a controversy in this area."
He tapped the page: "Alright then, I'll try taking these Law Marks out separately later and see if I can use them as a foundation to create another clone."
"What about Law Rhys?" Samuel pressed.
"This thing is even more mysterious."
"Those archives with very high confidentiality levels have special protections; I can't hack into them. But I looked at a few more ordinary case files. This thing is deeply connected to a person's life experiences and the essence of their soul, and it seems to be linked to sothing like 'fate' too."
"It's basically an enhanced version of Law Marks. It will transform a person's 'experiences,' 'soul,' and 'aspirations,' and with fate involved, it would probably directly overwrite the personality."
"Personality overwrite..." Samuel repeated these two words, "Then couldn't I just overwrite it back?"
"Bowling, there's a second throw!"
The Travel Guide imdiately reacted like it was triggered, displaying a segnt of text.
"No way, I'm in another world now, and this damn bowling ball is still chasing ."
"I finally managed to forget about this thing."
"Forget?" Samuel raised his head, "It's okay if you forgot."
"Because bowling has a second throw."
A few words appeared on the Travel Guide, paused, then were deleted. A few more words appeared, then were deleted again.
Samuel smiled and tapped the page: "That is to say, can you switch to Chinese mode? I'm still more used to reading the Chinese version."
After waiting two seconds, the Liastanian words on the book disappeared one by one, and finally, two Chinese characters appeared on the book.
"Alright."
"Change the cover too." Samuel reminded.
…………
Over ten minutes later.
Ding ling ling.
The public carriage stopped in front of a station. The ticket inspector at the front shook the bell in his hand, and a listless voice rang out: "Althern Street entrance station, Althern Street entrance station, Althern Street entrance station."
He said it three tis in a row.
Snap.
Samuel closed the Travel Guide in his hand, stood up from his seat, and got off the carriage with a not-so-great expression on his face.
He blew his nose hard twice, trying to expel all the air from his lungs.
After getting off, Samuel looked around and, relying on intuition, chose a direction to proceed.
At his current rank, finding sothing wouldn't be too difficult.
As his abilities strengthened step by step, not only were his body and mind enhanced. His "luck" also increased with each rebirth.
If the thing he wanted to find didn't have special protection, he could find it just by following his intuition.
Especially when the target was a large building.
Soon, he saw a church with a spire-style steeple. It wasn't particularly large, looking only slightly bigger and taller than a typical single-family villa, but not reaching the height of the skyscrapers from Samuel's previous life.
Arriving at the main entrance, above it was an exquisite circular rose window, with rows of slender pointed arch windows on the sides or towers. Two four-ter-high doors were open outward, with no guards or security.
A few luxurious but unadorned carriages without insignias were parked outside the church.
Samuel entered the church, passed through a corridor, and arrived at the spacious main prayer hall.
Although the church was large, there were very few people inside, only a sparse scattering of clergy mbers and a single worshiper.
The mainstream church in this world was the one Samuel directly translated as "Christianity," a thousand-year-old ancient church that had existed since the founding of the kingdom, deeply ingrained in faith. This current Continuity Church belonged to a new church that had appeared less than a hundred years ago, with very few believers.
Furthermore, it was currently around ten in the morning. If it were Sunday, there would likely be more people in the church now. But it was Tuesday. Whether workers, rchants, servants, or housewives, on a weekday dayti, they were occupied with productive labor and family duties; it was almost impossible for them to appear in the church at this ti.
Priest Ethen, whom Samuel had seen less than an hour ago, was sitting in the first row of the many rows of seats in the main prayer hall. Seeming to feel the gaze from behind, he turned to look at Samuel, nodded gently, but didn't speak.
Samuel waved, opened his mouth to greet him. His peripheral vision caught sight of the only worshiper here and several clergy mbers praying with closed eyes, and he felt the tranquil atmosphere in the church. The words that left his mouth disappeared before spreading into the air, directly appearing in the priest's ears.
"Hi, Priest. We et again. I ca to play with you."
He walked through the not-very-long corridor toward the priest in the first row.
During this, as Samuel passed by the only worshiper, he glanced with interest and found that he didn't seem to be praying.
It was a "maiden" holding a sketchpad in his left hand and a pencil in his right hand.
His attire was gorgeous and exquisite, wearing a lace-trimd beige shirt, an intricately embroidered short jacket, with a silk belt tied around his waist. His golden hair was loosely tied at the back, a few strands falling beside his cheeks. His figure was slender and tall, his chest completely flat with no curves. A top hat made of velvet sat on the seat beside him.
He didn't seem afraid of the cold, wearing well-tailored silk shorts on his lower body, the length stopping precisely at mid-thigh, revealing those plump, round-lined, slender legs. A gray garter was worn around the middle of his right thigh.
Even from the side profile, his features appeared soft and delicate. With Samuel's eyesight, he could clearly see his long, thick eyelashes. It was just that, for so reason, Samuel always felt like he had seen him sowhere before.
Feeling Samuel's gaze as he passed by, he slightly turned his face, looked at Samuel, his amber eyes shifting from the sketchpad in his hands to Samuel.
Those eyes were beautiful, clear, with a gentle gaze, yet they gave Samuel an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
Looking at the full face, the sense of familiarity beca more obvious, like he had seen a similar face not long ago.
In just two seconds, Samuel imdiately thought of the source of the familiarity.
The familiarity ca from the banknotes he had burned not long ago and the gaze he felt when burning them.
The indifferent, emotionless gaze he felt then overlapped with the gentle eyes before him now. Although the difference was significant, it gave Samuel at least a thirty percent similarity in feeling.
Comparing the facial features, the "maiden" before him also bore so resemblance to the king's face on the banknotes.
A princess?
A guess popped into Samuel's mind.
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