In truth, it wasn’t just Sean’s body that was strange; his soul and Spiritual Strength were bizarre as well.
If Sopea had known that Sean had been to the 3rd Floor of the Holy Hall, where he was nearly crushed by the pressure, and had even had a foot pulverized by the pressure on the fourth floor, he would have realized sothing was off. Sean’s normal Spiritual Strength didn’t match the level he should have had when Koni suffered a backlash from Entering the Dream.
Sopea could walk freely on the 3rd Floor of the Holy Hall. To him, that level of ntal pressure was a walk in the park, not affecting his actions in the slightest. The sa would be true for Koni, a Tier Four. A Wizard who cultivates dreams naturally has stronger ntal Power than others. Besides, by Sopea’s own estimation, the pressure on the third floor barely reached the threshold of Tier Four. If Koni could get to the third floor, she would have handled it with ease.
This proved that Koni was more than qualified to help Sean construct his dream, yet the final result was the complete opposite.
The state of Sean’s body and soul was like the cat locked in a black box in quantum Mysticism—impossible to accurately observe or asure its true strength. He was like a marble balanced on a ruler, constantly rolling back and forth between "weak" and "off the charts."
Sean himself couldn’t figure out what was going on with him either.
He knew of Schrödinger’s Cat. Like Theseus’ Ship, it was one of the most powerful Techniques in the philosophical branch of the Truth Technique. When combined with other Magic, it could, to a certain extent, be considered omnipotent.
’Did I engrave this law of truth into my soul before I was Reshaped?’
’...No, that’s not right either.’
’Even if my soul could be manipulated like that, what about my body?’
’A Reshaped body is different from the one before. I couldn’t have possibly predicted which mother’s womb I’d be born into and used so grand thod to modify the fetus beforehand, could I?’
’That wouldn’t be called being Reshaped; that would be called possession.’
It didn’t add up.
Witch Lante was stumped by Sean as well.
Before he arrived, he had assud this was just a routine custom Magic Potion order. He hadn’t expected it to be so "tricky."
If he couldn’t even figure out Sean’s physical condition, how was he supposed to write a formula?
Lante clutched Sean’s dical report, rubbing his temples with a pained expression. "My apologies, everyone. Please give so ti to think this over."
"It’s fine, take your ti," Elvire said, the corners of her lips twitching into a smile.
Although she couldn’t make sense of Sean’s condition either, for so reason, seeing the famous Mr. Witch so utterly stumped made her feel imnsely proud.
Elise noticed her subtle expression, her eyes twinkling with amusent.
’Looks like soone’s falling for him.’
The eting ultimately ended in an unexpected manner.
Lante spent the entire night thinking, not sleeping a wink. He even went to the library on the second floor of the Holy Sanctuary to pour over the relevant books again, but still ca up empty.
Sean, on the other hand, suddenly realized sothing.
It was about his identity.
It seed most Wizards knew about the concept of a Reshaper, and they also knew about Carl Black. Since it was a form of reincarnation, the previous life would have had to "die." So why had no one ever considered that Carl Black might have been Reshaped too?
Sean feigned curiosity and asked Elvire.
"Looking for more material for your stories?" The young woman sounded disgusted by the topic, but she answered anyway. "Ever consider that when that guy died, the word ’Reshaper’ hadn’t even been coined yet?"
Sean: "..."
"It’s that simple?"
"What else could it be?"
Blake’s death ca first; the thod for becoming a Reshaper was discovered later. Therefore, it was impossible for Blake to have been Reshaped. The factor of "ti" was always simple, yet it was also an uncrossable chasm. Once an opportunity was missed, it was gone forever.
Besides, from Elvire’s perspective, it was almost a certainty that Blake would miss the chance to be Reshaped.
If Blake hadn’t died, her sister and Saintess Olivia would never have thrown themselves into their research like madwon, day and night. The thod to beco a Reshaper wouldn’t have been found so quickly—it might not have ever been brought up at all.
There weren’t that many coincidences in the world. Everything they had experienced happened for a reason.
Sean said, "I get it."
’So it’s basically confird now. I’m really not a Reshaper.’
If he wasn’t a Reshaper and hadn’t simply awakened, then what in the world was he? Sean wondered.
’Let’s see what Lante has to say.’
Lante, for his part, admitted his knowledge was too shallow; he was at a loss.
Sean’s condition was truly beyond his understanding. He racked his brains but couldn’t figure out why a human would possess such a peculiar constitution. The good news, however, was that he had successfully written the formula.
「The next afternoon.」
The four of them t again at the church at the appointed ti for the Alchemy.
Lante got straight to the point. "Mr. Sean, I have a bold idea."
Sean: "?"
"How bold?"
"Mr. Sean, you’ve probably heard the saying: ’Every dicine is a poison, and every poison is a dicine,’" Lante began. "The reason Magic Potions are divided by Tier isn’t just because of the skill required of the Alchemist, but also because their toxicity varies. The effects of high-level potions are often much more potent, so much so that many Wizards’ bodies can’t handle them. They have to be diluted, or brewed using lower-grade materials."
The Demon Spirit Potion is one such example.
"But Mr. Sean’s body has no such limitations."
The facts had already proven that no matter how severe the injury—even the price paid for casting a Forbidden Spell—Sean could withstand it and heal rapidly. He had a constitution practically designed for consuming potions. Therefore, Lante’s approach to the formula this ti was very simple—
use every potent ingredient that could increase physical strength, add no auxiliary ingredients to neutralize the toxicity, and ensure the Magic Potion’s absolute purity. He was going to create a High-Potency Magic Potion with an off-the-charts concentration and an effective content of nearly 91%.
In short—if the poison won’t kill him, then we’ll poison him to the brink of death!
Sean: "???"
Elvire: "???"
Elise: "..."
She wasn’t sure if it was her imagination, but she could see a very subtle fanaticism in Lante’s eyes.
"I heard from Miss Fla Crow that it took Mr. Sean less than half a month to go from Tier One to Tier Two," Lante said confidently. "I don’t need half a month. Just seven days. I swear on my na as a Witch, this potion will allow Mr. Sean to break through again within seven days, advancing from Tier Two to Tier Three!"
And those seven days weren’t for Sean’s ditation, but for his body to digest the Magic Potion.
Because the Magic Potion changed the "quality" of his cells, with the sa thod of autophagy and conversion efficiency, it would more than triple the Magic Power Sean gained during ditation.
In other words, if Sean’s body could instantly absorb the potion’s full effect after he drank it, then this one bottle could allow him to break through to Tier Three on the spot!
As soon as he said that, Sean’s eyes lit up.
He had to admit, he was tempted.
Going from Tier Two to Tier Three in seven days was sothing no one would believe if they heard it.
But that wasn’t even the most important part. The key was tripling his Magic Power.
The Magic Potion wouldn’t just transform his "reserve cells," but his entire body. This ant it wouldn’t just boost the Basic Magic Power he gained from normal ditation and Cultivation, but also the Forbidden Magic Power from The Beginning of Forbidden Curse. If he ran into the Vice Director of Florist Hospital again, it wouldn’t be him taking a punch from the Puppet—it would be the Puppet taking a punch from him.
So, Sean asked the question he cared about most: "How much will it cost?"
’He was already prepared to lean on the young lady’s generosity again.’
But Lante said, "It’s free."
Sean: "Huh?"
’Free?’
’Does my future sister-in-law have this much clout?’
Lante stared at Sean, his eyes burning with intensity, and said, "I want you."
Sean: "?"
Elvire: "?"
...
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