CHAPTER 174: CHAPTER 174: SPIRITUAL VISION_1

However, he did not perceive any physical changes occurring within his body.

The stabbing pain in his eyes gradually subsided. Soon, he shakily tried to open them, only to find the world had turned grayscale, with black lines outlining objects, like a sketch.

In the air, a thin fog seemed to swirl chaotically and ceaselessly.

Before he could get used to this sight, a flash of color captured his attention—it was the book.

The text on the pages had vanished, replaced by characters composed of spiritual light points.

Soon, he discerned some information from these characters.

The book was indeed the author’s experimental notes on exploring Spiritual Essence, recording their experimental thoughts. To better observe changes in the Spiritual Essence of the subjects, they had created a witchcraft called ’Spiritual Vision.’ This witchcraft magnified inspiration by isolating Spiritual Essence perception and enhancing one’s view of it.

It was akin to wearing special glasses that filtered out all other color pollution from the world, leaving only the Spirit Light.

The author left instructions for using this witchcraft but also set a test: focusing one’s eyes on the book for a certain time would trigger the pre-set witchcraft, granting the reader ’Spiritual Vision.’

Only those with sufficient talent could see these characters and thus learn how to use it.

As for those who did not pass, their eyeballs could not withstand the power of the witchcraft and would melt.

Combining this with the book’s content, Lance understood why ’Sanctuary’ hadn’t reacted: this was a buffing witchcraft that didn’t endanger his soul.

Tamara had mentioned the manifestation of talent brought by strong inspiration. With the book’s help, Lance quickly mastered how to activate and deactivate this mode of sight.

After deactivating it, colors gradually returned to his vision, obscuring the fog of the Void. The distinct Spirit Light around him faded, and everything returned to normal.

Although his eyes felt a bit dry, Lance couldn’t hide his excitement.

This was a Supernatural Power he had encountered and mastered independently of the panel. It was a landmark historical moment.

However, this experience reminded Lance that Supernatural Powers were uncontrollable. He had originally planned to study the explosive scroll but now decided to wait until he was in a safe location. Otherwise, if it exploded, the loss would be his own.

Still, he couldn’t contain his excitement. His curiosity piqued, Lance took out the few extraordinary artifacts he had collected and observed them using Spiritual Vision.

As expected, items that previously showed no aura now glowed, and those that already had one shone even more intensely.

He guessed that the more powerful the artifact, the more Spiritual Essence it contained, and thus the more prominent its glow.

What Lance hadn’t expected was that the items retrieved from the White Wolf Group members also exhibited a significant aura. However, he still didn’t understand how to use the power they contained.

I need to decipher that scroll in my hands as soon as possible.

With that thought, Lance directed his consciousness to the Wolf Spirit. It had been severely injured by an Evil Curse and had remained dormant, yet to recover.

Hmm... Could I have been mistaken?

In the past two days, his knowledge of Mysticism had grown rapidly, and he quickly came to understand the logic of this world’s extraordinary system.

Some equipment with constant Spells either required Spiritual Crystals for power or automatically absorbed Spiritual Essence from the air to replenish themselves.

However, his body’s Spiritual Essence was completely suppressed by the panel, so the Wolf Spirit couldn’t absorb any to recover.

A small problem. Lance directly Blessed it with Strengthening. The dormant Spiritual Essence flowed into the Wolf Spirit in accordance with his will.

The previously faint phantom of a wolf’s head roused from its slumber. Its incomplete body was filled by Spiritual Essence—neck, torso, limbs, and even a tail. The complete form of a roaring, running wolf took shape.

With a subtle command from Lance’s mind, the Wolf Spirit leaped from his body and tread upon the air. It landed on his hand, truly no larger than his palm. He felt as if he were keeping a digital pet.

Unfortunately, it lacked sentience and only moved according to his will. After playing with it for a while, he tossed it back and paid it no more mind.

And with that, the excitement of interacting with Supernatural Power also faded...

Lance said, "Tiffany, prepare the cargo and fresh water for the cargo ship. Dismas, you’re free to do as you please. Boudica, you’re coming with me to the Outer City."

"Why does that kid get to run free while I have to stick with you?" Boudica protested, shouldering her War Halberd.

Seeing her brimming with energy, it was clear she had recovered. However, that was precisely why Lance couldn’t let her wander off.

"Do you have any money? Where could you go? Can you guarantee you won’t cause trouble?" Lance fired off three questions, silencing her.

Totnes was a paradise for those with money, a place where one could find any needed service. But for the penniless, it was difficult to even take a step, let alone for a Barbarian like her who struggled to make herself understood.

"Besides, you are my Slave. Do you think you have any right to make demands of me?" Lance glanced at her coolly.

Boudica had a fiery temper. If anyone her age in her tribe had dared to speak to her like that, she would have punched them.

But meeting Lance’s gaze, she felt somewhat intimidated. Though unwilling to admit it, she turned her head away in resentful silence.

Lance didn’t bother wasting more words on her and led her straight out of the encampment.

Many merchants here went out with their Guards, and Barbarian Mercenaries were not a rare sight on the streets, so their presence didn’t attract too much attention.