"I ntioned to you before, typical Extraordinary individuals gain their Extraordinary powers by consuming a magic potion."
"For ordinary people who haven’t consud a magic potion, they can only acquire a small amount of Extraordinary power through so special thods, like the Exorcist Hudson we encountered before."
"We beca Extraordinary through this thod, which is the normal way."
After speaking, Rogel paused for a mont.
"However, there is another abnormal way to beco Extraordinary, which is the Alternative Path."
"So Alternative Path Sequences don’t require drinking a magic potion to obtain powerful and eerie Extraordinary powers."
"Amazing?" Mira was sowhat surprised, her eyes brightened. If she didn’t need to drink a magic potion, could she use this thod?
But she quickly cald down.
It was probably unlikely; otherwise, Captain Rogel would have found a way for her to beco Extraordinary through this path.
"But the Alternative Path Sequence is a twisted and insane path of promotion."
Rogel said seriously to her.
He had to dispel this dangerous notion of Mira’s.
"If an ordinary person wants to advance through an Alternative Path Sequence and beco Extraordinary, they first need to acquire the corresponding thod."
"These thods are rather sinister and crazy."
"Let give you an example."
"For instance, if an ordinary person acquired the Alternative Promotion thod for the Watcher Sequence."
"Then the requirent of this promotion thod might be to remove your own eyeball, transplant it with an eyeball from so Extraordinary Creature or Monster, and then make you spy on certain things..."
"Of course, I’m just giving an example. The thods of Alternative Path Promotion are not fixed."
"As long as you et the requirents without becoming alienated, you might be able to advance to Extraordinary."
Rogel spoke while frowning.
Because as he recalled the knowledge, he ca across so not-so-good descriptions.
"That’s disgusting." Mira showed slight disgust.
Do you think it’s just disgusting?
No, it’s not only disgusting but also unsafe.
Rogel thought to himself.
"So, the maker of this puppet is an Extraordinary of the Alternative Path Sequence?"
Lina asked.
"Very likely, after all, this kind of deceptive behavior through special ans is very similar to so of the requirents of the Alternative Path Sequence."
At this point, Rogel thought of Doyle, that bastard.
He surmised that Doyle was also an Extraordinary of the Alternative Path and possibly at a higher Sequence level, so he had set up a trap to ss with him.
There was undoubtedly a big trap waiting for him ahead.
"So what now? Go find this person?"
"Of course, we need to find him." Rogel looked at the puppet on the table: "I want to see how strong he is to have dared to sell the puppet onto us."
Judging by the quality of this guy’s puppet and deceptive ans, he is at most a Quasi-Extraordinary, probably preparing to advance to Extraordinary through the Alternative Path.
...
In a secret basent within Goldsmith Island City.
The environnt here was dark and cold, filled with a creepy aura.
In tal cages, humans or Sub-humans lay asleep, and even so animals were present.
A Sub-human maiden with wolf ears and tail awoke from unconsciousness.
She felt a sharp pain in her head.
After looking around, she was shocked.
What is this place? How did she end up here?
Clang clang...
The sound of dragging chains echoed, and Noemi looked down to see shackles binding her hands and feet.
Crunch crunch...
The sound of chewing resonated.
Noemi looked up to see, in the lamplight from afar, a figure with a sowhat peculiar shape sitting at a table, grabbing sothing to eat from a plate with his hands.
Just by the sound, Noemi knew what he ate was sticky.
’Who is he?’
Noemi forced herself to calm down, recalling what had happened before she lost consciousness.
A crippled old man... a puppet... the sudden drowsiness...
’I’ve been tricked!’
Noemi cursed in her heart.
As a hunter of the Wolf Race, being stealthily drugged and imprisoned was sowhat embarrassing.
She hadn’t co to Jeweler Island to find work but to complete a bounty task.
She had finished her task and planned to go ho the next day, but unexpectedly, ended up in this awful place.
But she quickly accepted her situation and started calmly formulating a plan to cope.
’Great... they searched thoroughly, almost skinned too...’
’However, thinking these shackles can hold is naive.’
After feeling the shackles on her wrists, Noemi breathed a sigh of relief; while it would take so ti, she could still break free.
’But what exactly does that person intend to do? Serial killer? Or a man-eater? Anyway, he can’t be a good person...’
"Curse the tribe spirit for never letting my luck improve..."
Noemi thought while twisting her wrists.
At this mont, a groan ca from beside her.
"My head hurts, which bastard clubbed ? It’s so damn painful..."
Opposite Noemi, a fat man woke up swearing.
After pondering for a mont, Noemi lay in the cage, closed her eyes, and pretended to be asleep.
Soon, the man across began shouting in terror.
"Where the hell is this?"
"Who did this!"
"Help!"
Moron! Are you afraid your death isn’t quick enough? Does anyone keep you captive just for romance? Are you a Cat Race spirit? How many lives do you think you have to waste like this?
Noemi felt speechless, silently cursing in her heart.
If this man attracted that person, she also risked being discovered.
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