Helm Of Foresight(chapter 69 hehehe)

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Why? Because he wanted to see if he could use that to give him an edge when it comes to the information angle, his weakness. These items were going to help. How were they going to help? It was quite simple; he was going to turn all of them into essence and then use that on a fortune-telling function. But before that, he had to prepare the item itself, which he chose to be a helmet. As for the metal, Henry chose copper due to its folklore connection to fortune-telling. But he wasn't going to use any normal copper; he was going to enhance the copper using another item.

[ Name: Alchemical Forger's Hammer ] 

[ Grade: 5th ] 

[ Description: The Alchemical Forger's Hammer is an alloy of steel and tungsten, forged through alchemical processes to possess exceptional strength and durability. It gleams with a metallic luster and feels surprisingly light despite its weight. ] 

[ Effects: This hammer was given the function to enhance any metal forged and shaped with it to its perfect form, using the Essence of Perfection as supplementary material. ] 

[ Deterioration-Rate: 0% ] 

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Chapter 69

That's right, he created a hammer to enhance the qualities of metal forged with that hammer. "I am still confused about how I was able to extract the essence of perfection, but oh well," he sighed as he got to work. He melted a bunch of copper, poured it into a mold, and then shaped the metal using the hammer over and over again. Hours and hours of continuously perfecting the metal passed before he put the finishing touches on the helmet. "Alright, let's do this," he thought to himself as he ate several fortune potions to increase his luck before starting the process of creating. After hours of hard work, a surprisingly tired Henry could be seen, staring at the copper helmet. He wasn't overly happy but not too disappointed either because the helmet came with something unexpected.

[ Name: Helm of Foresight ] 

[ Grade: 6th ] 

[ Description: The Helm of Foresight is a mystical helmet forged from enhanced copper, continuously refined using a functioned hammer to achieve unparalleled quality. ] 

[ Effects: This helmet has been imbued with the function to predict the future, using a combination of various psychic-enhancing materials and items, such as Amethyst, Quartz, Labradorite, Lapis Lazuli, Selenite, Mugwort, Bay Leaves, Sage, Crystal Balls, Ouija Boards, and Divination Bowls as supplementary materials. However, using this item damages the soul, heavly ] 

[ Deterioration-Rate: 0% ] 

"Heavy damage to the soul, plus I can only view events that have something to do with me," Henry pondered to himself, feeling not disappointed but not happy either. "Well, at least it's good. I can at least get some information that is relevant to me," he sighed. "As for the damage to my soul, I already have a potion for that since I created a potion for my soul from the first time I extracted a soul." He finally decided to put on the helmet, but before he did, he cleared an area of all distractions, ensuring nothing could disturb him. Only then did he put on the helmet, and the moment he did, his vision went dark as he found himself in the void, where an image appeared of him working on what seemed to be a terrarium. "Oh right, I had plans for a terrarium for my mutated plants. Looks like I make that," he nodded to himself.

This was followed by an image of meeting Fisk, Madam Gao, Leland Owlsley, and what looked like the Triads. "Looks like we hold a meeting to discuss the attacks on our territories," he mused with a smile as this image faded faster than the previous one. The next scene was of him talking with a figure dressed in a red suit, and from what he heard, this figure was the masked man. "Looks like he got an upgrade. Guess Fisk really did a number on him," he sighed as Henry noticed the scene faded even faster. More and more scenes appeared, and the faster they faded, the more his head—or more like his soul—hurt. "Shit," realizing where this was going, Henry tried to watch as much as he could before they became a blur.

They did as the damage to his soul grew more and more until, in the real world, Henry was bleeding from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth uncontrollably while his healing factor worked overtime. He started to glow orange, and since consuming the Phoenix Warrior Potion, nothing had forced Henry to his limit—not even when he attacked the Hand assassin, the Triads, or his men. Yet now, his body was working overtime to repair the splash damages caused by his soul being damaged. It was just splash damage; the real damage to the soul was not even healed. Feeling like he was reaching his limit, Henry removed the helmet as he fell to the ground before he reached for the soul healing potion with difficulty.

[ Name: Soul Healing Potion ] 

[ Grade: 5th ] 

[ Description: The Soul Healing Potion is a powerful concoction created from the essence of a soul combined with a potent healing potion. This elixir is designed to recover and repair the damaged soul of the consumer, offering profound restoration and rejuvenation. ] 

[ Effects: +150% soul regeneration, +150% emotional healing, +150% spiritual energy recovery, +150% clarity of mind, +150% resilience against soul-related afflictions ] 

[ Deterioration-Rate: 0% ] 

And the moment he drank the potion, Henry felt the pain start to fade away—not completely, but as the seconds went by, he was gaining more mental clarity. As he lay on the floor, his mind raced with a million thoughts, trying to piece together what he saw. He had the drug for it, which was, of course, Limitless. The moment he drank it, he felt his mind clear up, recalling nearly all of the information he had seen. "Looks like damage to the soul does make you forget some stuff," he sighed. He wasn't disappointed; he could recall nearly 89% of what he had seen and piece it together. "Looks like that mobile station unit needs to be hurried immediately, which means that I need to pay a visit to Hank Pym," he sighed as he got up, the lingering pain from his soul still fresh in his mind while terry was gloating, as he snapped his peak.

"Well, well, look at you, bleeding like a stuck pig from every orifice. So much for seeing into the future, huh? Maybe if you spent less time playing dress-up with your silly helmets and more time actually learning something, you wouldn't be such a pathetic mess. Face it, you're nothing but a second-rate charlatan trying to play in the big leagues. Stick to mixing herbs, old fool, and leave the real magic to those who can handle it." but a single glare from henry shut him up.

-scene change-

In the stillness of the night, inside a large, old but luxurious building, an elderly man sat by the fireplace. The flickering flames cast a warm, golden glow on his weathered face, revealing deep lines etched by years of both triumphs and regrets. His hair, a stark white, was neatly combed back, and his blue eyes held a distant, reflective gaze as he reminisced about days gone by.

Meanwhile, in a hidden compartment within a concealed room, a shadow seemed to detach itself from the darkness. The figure of Henry, clad in his Equalizer costume, emerged with a quiet grace while also blending seamlessly into the shadows he had just stepped out of. Henry's eyes, sharp and calculating, fixated on a sturdy safe embedded in the wall. "The Pym Particle should be in there," he thought, a hint of anticipation in his inner voice.

Reaching into his utility belt, Henry retrieved a lock picker. This was no ordinary tool; it was a tier 4 item, forged with precision and imbued with unique properties. The lock picker had been crafted with a high success chance, thanks to the Essence of Fortune as a supplementary material. As he approached the safe, his movements were fluid and purposeful, a testament to his meticulous planning and unwavering focus.

Henry began working on the lock with deft hands, the silence of the room punctuated only by the faint clicks of the mechanism yielding to his expert touch. Each turn of the lock pick was deliberate, guided by both skill and the subtle influence of the fortune-enhanced tool. Within moments, the safe's lock surrendered with a final, satisfying click.

As the door swung open, Henry's eyes scanned the contents swiftly. Inside were several vials, two of which immediately caught his attention – one blue and one red. Just as he reached in to grab them, a series of alarms blared to life, piercing the silence with their urgent wails. Simultaneously, the room was rapidly inundated with a swarm of ants, their coordinated movements betraying a hidden defence mechanism.

However, Henry remained unperturbed. He had anticipated such contingencies and prepared accordingly. With a calm demeanour, he pocketed the vials, all of them. The ants, while a formidable defence to most intruders, were but a minor inconvenience to him. He moved with unhurried precision. In an instant, Henry's form shimmered and vanished, teleporting out of the hidden room and away from the scene. The transition was seamless, leaving no trace of his presence or the events that had transpired. 

Back in his hideout, Henry stared at the new essence he extracted from the Pym Particles.

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A/N well, henry now posses some meta knowgele but the price is high, also the pym particle is for a big project.