Chapter 7: Experimenting with abilities (For real) And A Chance Encounter

Lynn needed to understand the side effects of borrowing abilities and how these borrowed abilities would manifest. Although experimenting in advance was risky, it was better than being unprepared and panicking when the time came.

With this in mind, Lynn closed his eyes. Half of his consciousness returned to his first smurf account, beginning to channel its power into his main body based on the information he had obtained.

It might have been a minute, or perhaps just a few seconds, before Lynn reopened his eyes. Now, his usually grey eyes were pure silver.

"This feeling... Tsk!" Lynn observed his own state. He felt both detached and fused with the world, as if separated by frosted glass but still able to see clearly.

This was a completely different sensation from when he controlled the smurf account. He could distinctly feel himself being corrupted by divinity. However, this divinity did not bring chaos or madness but placed him in an indescribable state of absolute rationality.

He looked at the world as if viewing a painting. No matter what the scene depicted, nothing could stir his interest.

Lynn suddenly felt as if he had returned to years ago when he was undergoing psychological therapy. Occasionally, looking out the window, he would have similar thoughts.

"If the painting is destroyed, can't it just be redrawn..." Lynn almost unconsciously murmured, almost like talking in his sleep, before suddenly snapping back to awareness. The silver in his eyes faded away completely.

"Whew, whew..." Lynn let out a long breath, realizing he had underestimated the power of divinity and had almost been ensnared again.

He had painstakingly rid himself of such strange mindsets back then and did not want to revert to them.

"Still, this experience has been beneficial..." Lynn wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, looking at his reflection. The information he received during the borrowing allowed him to understand that, even after exiting the borrowing state, he still retained the influence of a high-level persona.

This high-level aura couldn't give Lynn Beyonder abilities directly, but it could interfere with other's divinations and perceptions, potentially making them mistake him for a high-sequence big shot.

Lynn suddenly had an idea. He wanted to visit the Saint Selina Cathedral.

Saint Selina Cathedral was the only cathedral of the Evernight Church in Tingen City, named after the departed Saint Selina of the Evernight Church. Her ashes, containing extraordinary properties, were stored a few streets away in the Nighthawks' underground area, disguised as a security company. Even in death, Saint Selina's ashes suppressed the restless sealed artifacts behind the Chanis Gate.

Saint Selina's ashes were also the target of Ince Zangwill, who wrote a series of scripts using 0-08, leading to the Tingen incident.

"This is what it feels like to see words become reality? I've never seen such a large cathedral..." Lynn stood a short distance from the Saint Selina Cathedral, openly admiring this obviously well-funded and well-attended church, and couldn't help but smile.

However, he quickly recalled something and muttered silently, "Although, I've never truly set foot in what's called 'reality' either."

Before his transmigration, he had never left that underground base. His first contact with the outside world and reality was in the world of Detective Conan after his transmigration.

But Lynn didn't care much about it. He never missed the cage that had confined him his entire life. Since he was already here, he decided to enter the cathedral, light a candle, and pay respects to the deity.

As mentioned earlier, the cathedral was not empty. Although not crowded, it clearly demonstrated the prevalence of the Evernight faith in the Tingen City.

However, the hall was quiet, most believers sitting silently and praying, with a few queuing at the confessionals.

Lynn had no intention of confessing. He sat in the hall for a while, listening to nearby prayers, before approaching the offering box, taking out fifty pounds, and donating it according to his usual practice when visiting temples and monasteries.

This act also served to show some presence and goodwill to the Evernight Church. When reviewing the situation later, they might notice that the troublemaker had shown up before and even made a donation, which could be seen as a gesture of goodwill.

Given his high-level aura, no one could divine anything about him.

Moreover, Lynn glanced at the black moon emblem on the wall, then lowered his head with a seemingly pious gesture, making the sign of the crimson moon on his chest.

Lynn was very curious if his presence would be noticed by the Evernight Goddess.

Was the "past" of his first smurf account the real past or a parallel timeline? If it was the former, would there be a temporal paradox, and would the Evernight Goddess recognize him...

The priest beside the offering box, unaware of Lynn's inner musings, watched Lynn place fifty pounds into the box and immediately softened his gaze.

Fifty pounds was no small amount. Excluding special donations from wealthy patrons, fifty pounds was often the largest donation the church's offering box received, especially in a small city like Tingen. Such donations were rare, usually coming from the rich and truly wealthy.

But this one looked unfamiliar. Was he a wealthy man new to Tingen, planning to develop here?

The priest speculated while giving Lynn a warm smile, mentally noting his appearance. Not with the intention to curry favor, but as the priest of Saint Selina Cathedral, he needed to have a basic understanding of Tingen's wealthy, as the church inevitably interacted with these people.

Lynn returned the priest's smile, then turned to leave the cathedral, planning to find a good hotel nearby to stay. However, he hadn't gone far when his gaze paused on a nearby person who seemed somewhat downcast.

The man was a very handsome young man with black hair and gemstone-like green eyes, wearing tight pants suitable for movement, though his white shirt was untucked.

Clearly, this was not someone with a strict lifestyle, but perhaps due to his looks, this slightly disheveled style didn't make him look sloppy but rather gave him a distinct romantic aura of a poet.

——Leonard Mitchell.

An important character in "Lord of the Mysteries," entering with an old grandpa plug-in, known as the "true protagonist," certified by the author, handsome, and a close friend of Klein. He was also the future "Star" of the Tarot Club.

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