Chapter 527
“Your Excellency, I truly apologize for my earlier offense,” Imogen said, tucking away the sand table and hastily catching up to the girl. “Please give me a chance. Tell me what I need to do to understand how to integrate the information of ‘uniqueness,’ even if it’s just a hint.”
Seeing that Shaer was about to walk away without a glance back, Imogen gritted her teeth and knelt behind her, grabbing her hand.
“I’m willing to do whatever you ask. Please, I beg you…”
Imogen showed none of the poise and authority expected of a Level 4, and in fact, within the confines of the Joyous Society, the number of erratic players was staggering; Imogen was among the more normal ones.
At that moment, it seemed Shaer paused, as if considering Imogen’s plea, but she stood still for a long time without moving.
Minutes later, when Imogen tentatively stood up and moved in front of Shaer to take a look, she discovered…
Shaer had her eyes tightly shut, her head bobbing gently with each breath…
She had fallen asleep.
Imogen swore this was the most bewildering day she had ever experienced—nothing, not even the most absurd dream she had ever had, could compare to the strangeness of this mysterious powerhouse before her.
Yet even in her slumber, Shaer was still engaged in thought.
Her mind raced, contemplating what information she could extract from Imogen…
Or what benefits she could gain from Imogen…
Some things that might seem trivial to Imogen but were of utmost importance to her…
Potions?
Or perhaps…
Helping Aivina gather the complete list of materials and rituals for the “psychologist” to “nightmare” transformation…
It seemed all of this could be achieved simultaneously.
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PS1:
179.75 (overdue) - 2 (extra) = 177.75 (overdue)
As you all know, the hedgehog cat time starts counting from six in the morning, so I don’t need to worry about Kun’s extra time.
And it’s just a few minutes, definitely not worth worrying about. Yes, we calculate Kun’s extra time based on hedgehog cat time.
Please, just a few minutes, it can’t possibly count, right? We can come to an understanding, can’t we?
Nana nana nana nana...
Good night, good night!
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PS2:
Shoutout to a friend’s orange-themed story, “My Pokémon Training Style is Off,” he mentioned he’s planning to write something serious this time. If you like Pokémon, you might want to check it out!
**Chapter 274: The Essence of the Joyous Society (4141 words)**
In the conference room of the Prime Minister’s residence, a strange scene unfolded.
A girl with long black-blue hair stood not far from the door, asleep on her feet, her head bobbing gently as if she were fishing.
Meanwhile, another figure, cloaked in a long robe, was cautiously pacing nearby.
She had removed her hat, revealing long, golden wavy hair, and her eyes were a muted blue-gray. Her appearance was unremarkable, with a few freckles on her cheeks, resembling an ordinary young woman from Ansu.
She looked somewhat anxious, but her movements were restrained. She glanced repeatedly toward the girl at the door, several times attempting to call out to wake her, but each time she suppressed the urge.
Dare I move?
Not a chance.
A quirky, unpredictable, and mysterious transcendent being infused with “uniqueness,” who could survive a headshot, alter the state of her body with potions, and rewind her physical condition… Imogen had no desire to provoke such trouble.
Imogen loved to take risks, not to court death.
Those who loved to take risks had risen to the upper echelons of the Joyous Society; those who courted death were likely in the morgue by now.
She walked to the window, pulled back the curtains, and looked down at the many men dressed as women below. What should have been a comical sight that delighted her now failed to stir any excitement.
“Someone should invent a transcendent item that can instantly capture everything in front of me…” Imogen thought silently as she observed the absurd scene below.
Then, even if those transcendent beings woke up, she could quickly sketch the scenes and distribute them widely. Just imagining the expressions of those in power upon seeing those photos… it brought her joy.
I might just be a genius.
At that moment, she sensed the figure behind her take a step forward. The sound of footsteps made Imogen quickly turn around to see the girl at the door, her hair now back to red.
“Your Excellency, you’re awake?” Imogen asked, remaining in place and greeting her cautiously.
She had noticed that every time this lady’s internal potions changed, her temperament seemed to shift as well. She worried that approaching now might provoke some madman or volatile personality.
At that moment, Shaer, free from the side effects of “temporal chaos,” swayed slightly.
It wasn’t that her mental energy was depleted; rather, her body had plunged into deep sleep in such a short time that she felt momentarily unable to control it.
As the saying goes… she was still groggy from sleep.
How could she retain the laziness of a “coroner” after transforming into a “queen bee”?
It must be the influence of the base-level “coroner” potion that caused issues, leading the “queen bee,” built upon that foundation, to inherit this bad habit… or perhaps the potion hadn’t been fully digested.
After all, the rapid consumption of potions had indeed been a bit of “pulling up seedlings to help them grow,” and the “queen bee’s” arms still bore traces of potion erosion—this was a sign that the potion had not been completely digested.
Shaer slowly turned to look at Imogen.
“You can make anything I do in front of others seem reasonable to them, right?” Shaer asked, fixing her gaze on Imogen.
Here it comes.
She’s ready to negotiate.
This is a personality that can communicate seriously.
“Of course, Your Excellency,” Imogen nodded slightly and replied, “As long as it doesn’t threaten their lives or provoke subconscious resistance, it can be rationalized by their own thinking.”
“Good.” Shaer nodded slightly and said, “I need you to help me with a few things.”
“Of course, please go ahead.” Imogen stepped forward a few paces, resting her hands on the edge of the conference table.
“Let’s go to the royal palace.”
“The royal palace?”
“Yeah, I want to look for the potions and rituals from ‘Performer’ to ‘Phantom Sound Master.’” Shaer didn’t hide her thoughts and stated them directly.
“We’ve managed to get the Level 1 ‘Performer’ and Level 2 ‘Melody Master’ from the Joyous Society… but the subsequent rituals and potions are heavily restricted by strong sound barriers, so we really don’t have…” Imogen began, her mind racing as she spoke.
The lady actually wants potions and rituals?
Is it really that simple?
Is this truly Shaer’s intention, or is there some other implication?
Because these are typically concerns for transcendent beings who lack organization and are even unclear about their own paths regarding subsequent potions.
No… maybe I really don’t need to overthink this; this could just be Shaer’s genuine intention.
After all, Shaer had previously said something.
“If you drink a dozen bottles of potions, you can too.”
Given that Shaer’s state had changed with her body’s potions, she might genuinely just want the potions… she probably intends to consume them all like water.
She might have been collecting potions all along, and now she simply encountered me and asked me to help her out…
Even the death of Strong Sound could very well be because he wanted to prevent this lady from obtaining the potions…
Imogen felt she had seen through everything.
“Alright, Your Excellency.” Imogen took the initiative to speak, “If you need any other potions, just let me know… even if the Joyous Society doesn’t have them, I have plenty of perfect ritual plans and material formulas in my private stash…”
“Oh?” Shaer looked at Imogen and asked, “What about the ‘Blood Painter’ and its subsequent perfect rituals and potions?”
“Of course!” Imogen felt a slight sense of relief.
If Shaer had asked her for perfect rituals or potions like “Gambler” or “Detective,” Imogen truly wouldn’t have had any.
But “Blood Painter”?
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