novelraw Chapter 286 Promotion
Chapter 286 Promotion
Chapter 286 Promotion
The spiritual response was within an acceptable range.
Fight!
Looking at the bottle of potion in his hand, which shone with an alluring golden luster, Lorne raised the bottle, gritted his teeth, and drank it all in one gulp.
"Glug."
The golden liquid slid down his throat, down his esophagus, and finally flowed smoothly into his stomach.
"Smack smack—" Lorne subconsciously licked his lips.
Surprisingly, this potion tasted quite good. It had a peculiar, indescribable sweetness, and was exceptionally rich, giving him the illusion that he was tasting a top-quality wine.
It tastes so much better than that "Cataclysmic Priest" potion, which is full of malice and misfortune.
For some reason, Lorne suddenly felt a pure, heartfelt joy. Even though he was in an extremely dangerous situation, he had an inexplicable urge to laugh.
"Clang!"
Lorne loosened his grip, and the empty glass bottle fell straight to the ground.
Almost the instant the bottle hit the ground, the tangible sensation of the potion fusion began—
He felt as if his soul had been ripped from his body. Then, the power of the potion began to permeate his entire body, seeping into every drop of blood, every inch of skin, and every cell.
This time, Lorne felt no discomfort whatsoever. Everything felt so natural and effortless.
However----
Just as the potion's power was about to completely merge with him, things took a turn for the better!
Lorne's pupils contracted sharply, and his body instinctively leaned forward due to some indescribable feeling.
The feeling of digestion has arrived!
They arrived very quickly, very fast.
It happened so fast that Lorne was caught off guard. Fine beads of sweat instantly appeared on his forehead.
"Ah—" He couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.
"!"
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Bernadette immediately noticed Lorne's unusual behavior. She frowned slightly and looked at Lorne's current state with curiosity.
"Whoosh—whoosh—"
Lorne was panting heavily. The digestive process was continuing, and it was accelerating; he was almost halfway done!
"Buzz—"
He felt a faint mosquito-like sound suddenly emanating from his mind.
That unstoppable digestive process suddenly came to an abrupt halt! It was as if the pause button had been abruptly pressed.
Lorne looked up blankly and met Bernadette's inquisitive blue eyes.
Eyes facing each other.
Unable to contain her curiosity, Bernadette subconsciously activated her "Eye of Secrets".
Unlike the previous state of complete insensitivity and utter chaos, this time, she seemed to be able to see something!
Just as she was trying to increase her spiritual output and see more carefully and clearly,
"Don't do that—" Lorne said in a low voice.
"What?"
Before Bernadette could react, her spiritual intuition began to scream warnings!
The next second, her body suddenly trembled slightly, as if her soul had been subjected to some indescribable, terrifying impact from a higher power! She wanted to close her eyes, but it was too late!
"what!"
A blindingly bright silver light suddenly filled her entire field of vision, swallowing all her senses. Then, everything in her sight, including Lorne, the detention cell, and her own magical barrier, vanished completely, returning to a pure, mesmerizing silver-white.
With a thud, her body went limp and she fell to the ground, losing consciousness.
The detention cell fell silent once more.
After an unknown amount of time, Bernadette slowly opened her eyes.
"An unfamiliar ceiling —"
She found herself lying on an unfamiliar bed. Before her was a dark, moldy ceiling.
"What's wrong with me?!"
"Awake? Your Majesty." A voice with a hint of mockery came from the side.
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Bernadette sat up quickly and saw Lorne sitting in a dilapidated chair, watching her with a leisurely air. She herself was lying on the cold, hard bed in the detention cell.
"How long have I been asleep?" She rubbed her still throbbing temples, feeling somewhat dazed.
"About two hours," Lorne said, counting on his fingers. "To be honest, I only woke up not long ago, so the exact time might be slightly different."
"You fainted too?"
"Hmm." Lorne nodded.
"Was it you—who put me on the bed?" Bernadette asked curiously.
"I'm sorry to have troubled you, lying on the floor for over an hour." Lorne shrugged, his tone somewhat innocent. "I fainted right there in bed."
"You're quite gentle, aren't you?" Bernadette said meaningfully, her tone tinged with amusement.
"I consider myself to be a gentleman when it comes to women."
Although—you're a dangerous old woman who's lived for hundreds of years. Lorne muttered to himself.
"Your magic is quite impressive; it's still working." He pointed to the ethereal vines around them that were still emitting a faint glow.
"Yes—we're really lucky," Bernadette said thoughtfully.
"I now believe that you are indeed hiding a very deep secret."
She initially thought that although the other party could block her "Eye of Secrets," their overall strength posed no threat to her. This secret's level was probably only that of an angel.
But what she just experienced made her realize how wrong she had been. The oppressive feeling was no less than that of the "Hidden Sage," and perhaps even more incomprehensible.
"uh-huh."
Seeing that the other person seemed somewhat exhausted, Lorne shrugged. He had already warned her. Besides, judging from the "Mysterious Queen's" current reaction, she probably hadn't figured out anything either.
The fact that the "mysterious queen" didn't directly attract that terrifying lightning was a stroke of luck.
Speaking of which, it seems that Gadriya also likes to wander around with her skills active. It turns out she learned this habit from the mysterious queen—Lorne muttered to himself.
"How are you feeling? You should have been promoted, right?" Bernadette steered the conversation back on track.
"Hmm." Lorne nodded slightly. "This feeling—is quite peculiar."
The most direct change brought to him by the "winner" sequence was that he could directly "see" so-called "luck." To say "see" is not entirely accurate; a more precise description is that he could clearly "feel" the changes in luck. In his eyes, "luck," or "fortune," was no longer an ethereal concept, but a tangible, concrete one.
This has led to the evolution of one of the new abilities – “accumulation”.
Since "luck" has become something that can be "touched," he can actively suppress the lucky effect of the "lucky one" through his own restraint, accumulating a portion of "luck" to use at the most crucial moment.
Secondly, he also has some experience with "misfortune". Although he can't control it as freely as he can control "luck", he can still intervene in it to a certain extent, and even inflict "misfortune" on his enemies to a limited extent, making his targets unlucky.
In addition, his spiritual intuition has been greatly enhanced. At Sequence 5, he is definitely far ahead.
"Speaking of which—" Lorne suddenly asked, "Did you—notic anything just now?"
"What do you mean?" Bernadette asked, puzzled.
"Did you sense anything special—a particular person, or a particular gaze—?" Lorne hesitated before speaking.
"No." Bernadette pondered for a moment, then shook her head slightly. She had only glanced at Lorne before fainting and hadn't noticed anything.
"What? What did you find?" she asked curiously.
"————" Lorne fell silent.
To be honest, he was mentally prepared when he learned that the name of Sequence 5 was "Winner". Although his life had been full of ups and downs since he transmigrated, he had escaped death several times, so being called "Winner" was not unreasonable.
Therefore, his ability to digest the potion was somewhat expected.
The only thing that surprised him was that this digestion process was strange. It lacked the gradual depletion, weakness, and eventual disappearance of power that one experiences when digesting potions normally. Instead, it felt like being at the peak of his power, only to be abruptly interrupted—
Most importantly, at the moment of his promotion, he once again felt a strange sensation very similar to the one he had felt when he narrowly escaped death on the primitive island. Moreover, this time, the sensation was even clearer.
"snort----"
A meaningful smile suddenly appeared on Lorne's lips.
"What's wrong?" Bernadette asked curiously.
"I don't know." Lorne shook his head. "I just suddenly have a feeling—some people might be in trouble."