110: Chapter 110: Talent Sequences (Fourth Update – Please Subscribe, Favorite, and Vote for Monthly Ticket) 110: Chapter 110: Talent Sequences (Fourth Update – Please Subscribe, Favorite, and Vote for Monthly Ticket) Gentle footsteps ca from behind He Ao.
He Ao turned around to find a girl clad in loose clothing and wearing a n’s bowler hat, small in stature.
“We et again.”
He Ao said softly.
“Have you taken the ‘Onlooker’s’ Secret dicine?” The girl looked at He Ao with so surprise, seemingly astonished by his recent performance, “Or did both the rcenary and the Onlooker take it?”
In that instant, He Ao recalled the labels attached to those two test tubes, with delicate handwriting that seed like a woman’s touch, yet his facial expression remained unchanged.
He calmly asked with a smile,
“Shouldn’t you introduce yourself before asking others?”
“You can call ,” the girl, realizing that her question might have been inappropriate after He Ao’s remark, paused for a mont then said softly, “Vianne.”
“Roy,” He Ao smiled, “I’m curious why you’re following ?”
Vianne looked at He Ao’s smile, rembered the ‘lingering death’ he had just described, and subconsciously took a half step back.
“I was just wondering why you didn’t die,” she finally said, plucking up her courage, “Last night when I found you, your body had been emptied by that woman, but today you’re alive and kicking, and then you ca back to Alisel again, I was afraid you’d be emptied out once more.”
“You’re worried about , so you followed ?
You want to protect secretly?”
He Ao looked at her calmly, a powerful oppressive aura enveloping Vianne.
Vianne felt the pressure Qi Rui had experienced monts ago.
“I need an explanation.”
He Ao added calmly, skeptical of the sudden benevolence of a stranger in this world.
“I know your grandfather Eno.”
Vianne withstood the pressure, speaking deliberately.
Eno was Roy’s father.
In that mont, all the oppressive aura vanished in an instant, and Vianne, regaining her freedom, took several deep breaths.
She could even feel the sweat beading on her forehead.
She never thought that the decadent uncle could also have such a terrifyingly indifferent side.
“How can you prove it?”
He Ao toyed with the gun in his hand.
After a mont of thought, Vianne said slowly, “Grandpa Eno said you could never solve his puzzles when you were a child, and he left an heirloom with , to be given to you if you stepped into the Transcendent realm.”
“Then let’s go.”
He Ao put the gun into his coat, stood up, and signaled Vianne to lead the way to retrieve that object.
But Vianne did not move.
Instead, she glanced at Qi Rui’s corpse behind He Ao and said softly, “She was a Transcendent.
We can collect her emitted Talent Sequences.”
“Hmm?”
He Ao stepped aside, indicating Vianne to proceed.
This was the first ti he’d heard the term ‘collecting Talent Sequences.’
Vianne took out a silver test tube and a small packet of purple powder from beneath her clothes and squatted down in front of Qi Rui’s body.
She sprinkled the purple powder onto Qi Rui’s wounds, then reversed the silver test tube onto Qi Rui’s forehead.
“Powder made from Anling Flowers that have been dried and ground,” Vianne explained softly to He Ao, who was watching, “It can speed up the release of the ‘Audience.’
“Audience?”
He Ao looked puzzled.
He had heard this na once from Selena; Audience was Talent Sequence 9, the precursor sequence to the ‘waiter’ swallowed by Super mory.
“Talent Sequences 9: Listener, Talent Sequences represent a special kind of Transcendent ability that doesn’t vanish after the death of the Transcendent.
Instead, it extracts itself from within the Transcendent’s body.”
A faint purple glow emanated from Qi Rui’s brow, staining the blood seeping from the area with a dense purple hue.
Vianne glanced at the change in Qi Rui’s brow and continued,
“If left unchecked, these Talent Sequences will rge with the surrounding environnt and objects, resulting in Transcendent items.
So organizations refer to these items infused with Talent Sequences as contaminants because they continually disrupt the surrounding environnt.
However, the level of disturbance varies with different objects.
Generally, the lower the Sequence level and the more rational the Transcendent at the ti of death, the weaker the disruptive capability of the resultant Transcendent item.”
As Vianne spoke, the purple light oozing from Qi Rui’s brow began to fade.
She then further explained, “Every Talent Sequence has its own code, for example, ‘Listener’ is numbered 9, ‘Onlooker’ is 7, and Anling Flower is one of the auxiliary materials for the Listener’s Secret dicine.
Its powder can accelerate the extraction of ‘Listener’.”
“How can you be so certain that the Talent Sequence inside Qi Rui is ‘Listener’?”
He Ao had long sensed that there was so kind of supernatural power within Qi Rui’s body, but since Qi Rui had not spoken about it, he couldn’t confirm which it was.
“The majority of Transcendents in the Witch Church are ‘Listeners’ or advanced sequences of Listener.”
Vianne tilted the test tube slightly, letting the clump of purple blood completely flow into it, then sealed it with a cork stopper and gave it a gentle shake, “The Talent Sequence extracted from a Transcendent, when combined with so auxiliary materials, can be reconstituted into the Secret dicine for that specific Talent Sequence.”
“So, can these extracted Talent Sequences be consud directly?”
He Ao suddenly asked.
“Ah?” Vianne appeared shocked by his idea, thought for a mont, and nodded,
“The purpose of compounding into a Secret dicine is to significantly reduce the death rate and allow the Talent Sequence to be better absorbed by the human body.
If consud directly, in theory, it should also be possible, but the death rate would be extrely high.
Even if it does not result in death, mutation into a monster is likely, and the probability of successful absorption would probably be less than one in a thousand.”
“Hm.”
He Ao watched the test tube in Vianne’s hand closely, and he suddenly thought of those Transcendents he had killed before—Mu Xiu, the ‘Furious Man,’ and Aaron.
Judging from the Federal Bureau of Investigation’s repository of occult knowledge, the Talent Sequences or Transcendent items ford after their deaths must have been recovered by the Federal Bureau of Investigation.
While He Ao was lost in thought, Vianne handed over the silver test tube, “This is your spoils of war.
Possessors of Talent Sequences are quite rare even within the Witch Church.”
“You seem to know quite a lot about the Witch Church?”
He Ao took the test tube from her, noticing that the overcoat left by Roy’s father also had slots for holding test tubes.
“I’ve been chased by them all this ti,” Vianne pressed down her hat, “Let’s go, uncle.
I’ll return your stuff to you.”
He Ao looked on with interest at Vianne’s retreating figure and followed slowly.
The two made their way through several streets and eventually stopped before an abandoned underground parking garage.
Vianne led He Ao deep into the parking garage, then slowly opened a rusted iron door.
As she pushed the door, He Ao finally matched her silhouette with a shadow in his mory.
It was not a mory from Roy, but from the last Copy World mission.
This Vianne was the female researcher who briefly hindered Najia’s escape by activating a trap with the iron ingot He Ao had carelessly tossed away while he chased Najia.
After opening the iron door, Vianne led He Ao inside, and then switched on the light.
A vast room filled with various chanical devices appeared before He Ao’s eyes.
At this mont, Vianne took off her dod hat, revealing a beautiful cascade of silver hair, and then she removed her loose coat, exposing a crude Exoskeleton Armor attached with two chanical arms.
“My hair is a bit conspicuous, so I have to cover it when I go out.”
Her two chanical arms stretched out slowly from behind, “I had so issues before, and it’s been a long ti since I’ve been back, it’s a bit ssy.
Just wait, I’ll help you look for it.”
As she searched, He Ao leaned against the iron door, his gaze sweeping across the room.
The abilities from the Onlooker reflected every detail of the room into He Ao’s mind.
Most parts of the room were cluttered with tools for dismantling machinery or various models of chanical parts.
Only to the left of He Ao, near the wall, there was a small bookshelf with a mix of new and old books.
He Ao’s gaze casually swept over these books and then stopped in the corner of the bookshelf.
There lay a tattered old book quietly, its spine faintly inscribed with ‘Talent Sequences’.
He Ao walked over, his finger slowly pressing onto the book.
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