With all his Fate Points spent on the spin, Eren had no way of attempting another draw.
If he let go of the Seer's Potion now, who knew how long it would be before he encountered another extraordinary power system?
In this world dominated by ordinary people, obtaining supernatural abilities was no simple feat. And even if he did acquire them, most of the powers in the Marvel universe couldn't match the potential of the Sequence-based system.
Without sufficient strength, how could he hope to survive in a world rife with danger?
Moreover, there was no guarantee that accumulating another 100 Fate Points would yield something as useful as the Seer's Potion. Considering the Scales of Fate had already been tainted by an unknown entity, Eren doubted his next reward would fare much better.
And time was not on his side.
Even now, trouble was likely brewing outside, waiting for him.
Resolving himself, Eren's gaze hardened as he looked at the potion in his hand.
Suddenly, Eren felt a sharp heaviness in his body. The surreal surroundings faded into darkness before his vision abruptly returned.
In the blink of an eye, he was back in his rented motel room.
If not for the vial of dark blue potion still in his hand, he might have thought everything that had just happened was a dream.
"Whew… well, I guess this isn't so bad. At least I've got some sort of cheat system," he muttered, chuckling softly at his own joke.
Without further hesitation, Eren tilted his head back and poured the Seer's Potion into his mouth.
The cool, viscous liquid slid down his throat, spreading a chilling sensation through his body. It felt as if thin, icy tendrils were extending into every cell of his being.
His body convulsed uncontrollably as the potion took effect.
His vision blurred, his surroundings twisted into abstract shapes, and his thoughts grew disjointed. It felt as though his soul was being pulled into a higher dimension.
In his disoriented state, Eren noticed strange, indescribable figures encircling him. These entities seemed intent on pulling him into their midst, beckoning him to join them and succumb to eternal madness.
"No… I won't let them drag me down…"
A sudden clarity struck him like lightning. With a determined effort, Eren's consciousness plunged downward, reconnecting with his body.
Boom!
In an instant, the abstract, chaotic visions dissolved. The figures around him vanished, and his motel room returned to normal.
But Eren wasn't unscathed.
An influx of knowledge flooded his mind, making his head feel like it was about to explode. His vision doubled, with faint silhouettes whispering incomprehensible words at the edges of his perception.
A sharp pain pierced his forehead, and an overwhelming urge to destroy and lash out surged within him.
Grimacing, he shook his head violently, fighting to suppress the chaotic impulses.
After what felt like an eternity, the discomfort subsided.
"Phew…"
Exhaling deeply, Eren realized his entire body was drenched in sweat, as if he'd been submerged in water.
"What a horrible experience," he muttered with a bitter smile. Despite the ordeal, a hint of exhilaration sparkled in his eyes.
The Seer's Potion hadn't just brought him pain—it had granted him extraordinary powers and an initial grasp of esoteric knowledge.
"According to the information I've received, I need to meditate to stabilize my powers and learn to control… them."
Eren began by adjusting his breathing—slow, deliberate, and rhythmic. Gradually, he cleared his mind, focusing entirely on a vivid mental image: a grand, divine scale suspended in his thoughts.
Meditation required envisioning objects that didn't exist in the material world. Only by transcending one's sense of self could one begin to align with the greater truths of the universe.
Through the night, Eren meditated and practiced. Thanks to the Seer's Potion, he managed to stabilize the powers within him and gain a rudimentary mastery of Spirit Vision.
However, his other divination abilities would require further study and training. At this point, even something as basic as interpreting a dream would likely be beyond his capabilities.
Still, none of this could dampen Eren's excitement.
From this day forward, he was part of the ranks of the extraordinary.
Just as Eren's sense of crisis began to ease, a sharp knocking at the door broke his focus.
Knock, knock, knock.
The sound sent a chill down his spine. His pupils narrowed, and his right hand instinctively slipped beneath his pillow to grip the Beretta.
In his current state, the pistol offered more tangible security than the fledgling abilities granted by the potion.
This was no hotel with concierge service, and the Chinese motel owner wasn't known for acts of kindness like wake-up calls.
Clutching the gun, Eren crept off the bed like a cat, carefully lifting his backpack and edging toward the window.
The room and its location had been chosen with escape in mind. If trouble came knocking, the window offered a swift way out.
But before Eren could act, the person outside spoke:
"Kid, it's your Uncle Yuan. Open up if you're awake. Last night, we caught three thugs breaking into your place in Chinatown. They said they were here to deal with you. You should come take a look."
Huh?
Eren froze mid-step, his escape plan temporarily forgotten.
(End of Chapter)
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