Lana left and closed the door.
Still surprised and shocked, Michael stood in silence before opening her bag.
Inside, he found bottles filled with various leaves and liquids. Each bottle was labeled with the name of its contents.
He rolled the bottles, reading the labels, searching for the chamomile oil and mint leaves.
When he found them, he opened the jars and smelled them, trying to determine if those were the right items.
Now that I think about it, there aren't any glasses I can use to make the potion...
He looked around the room, trying to find an empty glass he could use.
There weren't any glasses in the room, and he decided it wasn't a good idea to ask at reception since a wanted poster with his face was being displayed all around Trier.
The only thing resembling a glass was a large jar of flowers on the desk, next to Lana's papers.
Without hesitation, Michael carefully removed the flowers and placed them on the desk, making sure no water spilled onto Lana's papers.
He took the jar to the bathroom and poured the water into the sink, trying to clean it.
After that, he opened the tap, letting water fill the jar.
He tried to estimate by sound what 100 milliliters would be.
When he felt it was enough, he turned off the tap and returned to the room with the jar.
He took Rebecca's left eye and the Sequence 9 formula from his pocket, reading it again to ensure he wouldn't make a mistake.
He tried not to think about Rebecca or the events of that day, but tears inevitably rolled down his cheeks.
He wiped them away and dropped Rebecca's left eye into the jar.
He counted five leaves and removed them from the container Lana had placed them in.
He threw the leaves into the jar.
Since he didn't have anything to use to measure the oil drops, he poured the oil into his hand and let three drops drip from his fingers into the jar.
The liquid inside the jar began to form a strange concoction as the eye began to dissolve in it.
Once the eye was completely dissolved, the concoction turned to a light shade of purple as it began to swirl uncontrollably within the jar.
The liquid had no discernible smell, but Michael felt a putrid sensation holding it.
He raised the potion to his lips as his hands trembled.
Shit, Klein made this look so easy in the novel, but if I take this potion, I'll enter a rabbit hole that I won't come back from...
Well, it's not like I have much of a choice. Ever since I transmigrated to this world, my fate was sealed...
He took a deep breath, calming himself until his hands stopped shaking.
Finally, he drank the potion. The strange swirling liquid slid down his throat as his eyes widened.
In his eyes, the room began to swirl simultaneously in different ways: up and down, left and right.
His vision became blurry as he felt an ethereal voice murmuring directly into his mind:
"Metamorphosis... Avenue... Metamorphosis... Avenue... Metamorphosis... Avenue..."
Michael listened closely to the murmurs as he tried to identify where they were coming from.
As Michael listened to the murmurs, his whole body slowly started to grow small feathers with a swirly pattern.
Shit...
Michael tried to formulate a thought, but even a small sentence made him feel as if his eyes got poked with hundreds of needles at once.
Michael was on the verge of losing control; his mind became an empty space as the murmurs kept repeating themselves endlessly.
At some point, Michael's consciousness diverged from reality, and a familiar yet unfamiliar scene appeared in his mind.
....
A tall brunette woman with green eyes who looked no older than 30 and a man with black hair were sitting in a doctor's office, their faces showing clear anxiety.
For some reason, Michael felt nostalgic upon seeing the scene.
....
Suddenly, Michael's mind snapped back to reality.
The ethereal murmurs finally ceased. The feathers growing from his body disappeared as his skin returned to normal.
His vision cleared as he collapsed onto the floor, disoriented from the sudden shift. He vomited at the floor.
"Fuck... I became a Sequence 9," Michael muttered weakly, a satisfied smile forming in his face.
He used the table for support, slowly standing up.
He entered the bathroom and took a large piece of toilet paper to clean the area where he had vomited.
After cleaning it, he threw the toilet paper in the trash and returned to the room.
Trier was known for having a bad sewage system. Because of that, the inhabitants couldn't just flush their papers into the toilet because that could cause it to clog.
Michael sat on Lana's bed as he contemplated the abilities he had gotten from the potion.
He named the main ability of the Sequence 9 as 'Eye of Providence' as a reference to something from his original world.
From the knowledge he obtained from the potion, the Eye of Providence allowed the user to see a random part of someone's probable future. The more contact and understanding the user had with the person, the more the user could see.
Using the Eyes of Providence has a significant impact on a Delusional's spirituality and sanity. I need to be cautious when using it.
What that caught my attention was the 'probable future' part of the ability. Could that mean the visions of the future can be altered based on someone's actions?
Initially, I thought the acting method of the Delusional would be seeing visions and trying to not become insane. However, with the mention of 'probable future,' the acting method could be something like preventing visions from becoming reality, making what you saw a delusion because you changed the probable future.
Michael placed his hand over his eyes as he imagined the trouble that would come with acting as a Delusional.
The potion also made my body slightly stronger and more flexible. My vision is also incredibly better than before.
When Lana comes back, I'll ask her to teach me some things. Even though she isn't from the Delusional pathway, I think I can learn some things since she's from a neighboring pathway.