It was a light he had never experienced before.
The dim surroundings were instantly clear as a torch, the trajectory of dust roiling in the moonlight, the flow of the wind, even the tiny vibrations coming from the soles of his feet... He could feel it all.
With all the details of his surroundings at his fingertips and all the changes escaping his senses, Eleazar felt like an all-powerful, all-knowing deity in the here and now, before his spirit was depleted.
But he had no thoughts of pride and complacency at the moment, for those meaningless emotions had long since been weeded out.
The darkness that can only be felt by blocking out all those unnecessary thoughts - [Evil Perception]
"Darkness is everywhere, in people's complex and changing hearts, in those dark corners that are not known to the public; in the dark streets and alleyways, in the bright sunny squares; in every place, in any corner, as long as there is light, there will be darkness, and the times change, and the realms of time change, but they will never perish."
This ability is crucial and is even the test of a Witcher's competence.
Eleazar gripped his pocket watch and waited for a fainting pain to well up in his head before immediately hitting the stopwatch and exiting Transcendence.
He glanced at the countdown.
"Four minutes and 36 seconds..."
It was too short, but his only just-awakened spirituality would only last so long.
This ability has to do with the spirit, the veteran Witcher can maintain their perception for a long time, if he wants to become that kind of senior, he has to start exercising according to the method in the magic guidebook.
"Meditation, the best method of exercising the spirit, maintained year-round, can significantly enhance your spirituality and reduce mood swings..."
Eleazar closes his eyes and begins to try to meditate...
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The town of Crowe in the early morning hours is filled with a light morning mist and the streets clamor with life.
Cleaners cleaning the road, early traders pushing carts passing by, the end of the night shift workers in groups, the dawn sky, the lonely street lamps, and shadows with the company of the empty streets gradually add color.
The sun is coming up and the fog is fading.
The sound of footsteps on the road grew denser and the honking of cars sounded in the distance.
Outside the window, most of the pedestrians are dressed in smart suits, and straight backs, although their faces with an indelible fatigue, but the footsteps are still in a hurry.
The clock store, which is open early in the morning, seems to have become part of this fast pace.
Inside the store, which had never been closed at all, a bleary-eyed Eleazar sat behind the counter, like he was resting his eyes, or as if he were dozing off.
The intermittent quiet time lasted until an uninvited guest boarded the door.
"DING BELL~"
The bell hanging behind the door was touched, and a light-footed yet hurried woman pushed open the door of the store, her tone a little urgent.
"Sir, my watch doesn't seem to be accurate, can you help me..."
"Can't."
Without waiting for the guest to finish his request, Eleazar gave a quick reply.
His eyes were still closed and he couldn't see the expression on the other's face, but from that sudden pause in breathing, he could already feel the incredulous dismay.
The magic potion had given him superb senses that had begun to take effect.
"You... This... You didn't even look..." "Won't."
Eleazar continued to answer quickly and succinctly.
The guest was completely confused as she glanced at the furnishings in the clock store and asked stupidly:
"What does that mean?"
Eleazar slowly opened his eyes.
"No. Is it hard to understand when it's full of antonyms?"
His voice was cold, with little emotional ebb and flow, and his deep eyes were empty, like soulless mannequins.
The air went quietly quiet.
I don't know if the guests were subdued by this reasoning, but no sound came from them for a long time.
Eleazar looked up.
Standing in front of him was a young girl dressed in expensive clothes, with fair skin, soft blonde hair, and a face as delicate as a porcelain doll that was close to writing 'I'm rich!'
And at this moment, this rich girl was standing in place with a face full of lost soul, her eyes unfocused.
Eleazar rubbed his brow, trying his best to collect the psychic pressure he was unconsciously giving off.
Innocent ordinary people eroded by this ominous power would become kooky and demented, a mistake he couldn't afford to make in the future.
It's only when Eleazar has gone through all the trouble of collecting these unfamiliar transcendent powers and is ready to wake people up that he realizes again that the rich girl may not be ordinary...
She grasped an ancient pendant watch in her hand with an inexplicable fluctuation, and a bit of starburst-like silver light showed in that white and delicate wrist, and when she carefully probed past it, she saw that it was a lustrous silver bracelet, hidden in the lace-dotted cuffs.
"Silver?"
Eleazar's eyes narrowed.
At the same time, he smelled a mysterious aura if nothing else...
"Bring it."
The rich girl who was awakened was stunned.
"Wh... Bring what?"
Eleazar glanced lightly at the pendant watch in her hand and said nothing more.
"You... I thought you said you couldn't fix it..."
The rich girl hesitated for a moment, but finally stepped forward, carefully reaching out her hand and gently placing the pendant watch in front of him.
Made of bronze in an antique style, it didn't fit in with her expensive clothes.
It's just that there are so many things that are out of place on her, and it's not even close to this one.
As he walked in closer, Eleazar was beyond certain that the rich girl was an ordinary person, just carrying a mystery, nothing more.
The hands in the clock had come to a complete standstill, and he picked it up and took a deep sniff.
Uh, it seems to be the Nimbus flower.
"Pervert, what are you doing?"
A cold voice came in from outside the store door that had opened a crack.
Eleazar looked up to see a tall, icy woman walk in holding a book.
Fina, his friend and neighbor since childhood, well... A childhood friend, and in the future maybe still...
And right now, her green eyes were filled with a look like looking at trash.
That rich girl, too, unconsciously took a step back, her eyes filled with vigilance.
He admitted that that behavior just now was very sick indeed.
But Eleazar hardened his cheek and acted as if nothing had happened, "Well, there's no smell of rust, so we can rule out internal damage..."
He then pulled up the top hand of the watch and prepared to turn it for commissioning, but was caught off guard when he realized that the spirit within him had pulsed with it.
Crap, with Fina's interruption, he'd almost forgotten that it was a transcendental item and not to be moved around.
Eleazar forced down the spirituality that was about to pour out, and quickly pressed the thimble back in as it was, pretending to fiddle with it a bit more, and slowly lowered it down and away with his hands.
"Can't fix it."
Hearing this conclusion from him, the rich girl's eyes were filled with disappointment.
Fina looked at him and said in a cool voice, "Bring it."
Eleazar hastened to hand things over like hot potatoes.
Taking the pendant watch, Fina pulled out the top hand and found the clockwork from the counter, inserted it, and turned it a few times, and the clock, which had just been defined as broken, immediately resounded with the sound of the hands beating "Tick-tock-tick-tock".
She gave Eleazar an expressionless look and casually handed it back to her guest after aligning the clock's time.
"Okay."
"So you're the clerk here? Thank you so much!"
The rich girl's face was delighted as she took the pendant watch and expressed her gratitude.
Fina returned flatly, "No, I'm the seamstress at the dress store across the street."
A tailor who can't fix a watch is not a good neighbor.