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n319 “Travel”

nThe Spell of Harrumph derived its name from a combination of a snort from the nose and a harrumph from the mouth, giving it a distinct quality that Lumian found intriguing.

nMoreover, the enigmatic armored shadow, while alive, was believed to be either human or a humanoid intelligent creature. Many of its distinct attributes and abilities had been given their own names. These attributes weren’t like the dense individuals who relied on Lumian to simplify and assign labels for their ease of remembrance.

nInformation channeled through the unique connection revealed to Lumian that the Spell of Harrumph was a spell-like ability capable of affecting a Spirit Body.

nThrough the dual sounds, it stirred one’s consciousness to induce a mystical transformation, generating a unique fluctuation that surged towards its designated target.

nAny creature touched by such a fluctuation would experience severe dizziness at a minimum or even a Psychic Piercing assault at its worst, potentially rendering the target unconscious.

nThis ability would grow in potency as the user advanced in levels. In essence, it possessed the potential to influence divine entities, provided Lumian also ascended to Sequence 4 or temporarily elevated his level in some fashion.

nImpressive. It’s on par with the incapacitating shriek. Moreover, harrumphing seems more dignified than indiscriminate shouting… Realizing time was of the essence, Lumian made a commitment and formalized the agreement.

nHe harbored a genuine curiosity about the additional attributes and capabilities of the armored shadow. Their names held a certain uncanny quality, such as the Night Parade of Ten Thousand Demons and the Soul Devouring Scream.

nThis instance, the seal-like object descended onto Lumian’s right chest, marking the conclusion of the ritual.

nSwiftly, he secured a thread around the Decency brooch and returned it to the iron-gray military flask. Dismissing the spiritual barrier, he cleared the altar and retrieved the objects he had laid out.

nSubsequently, a ghostly light emanated from Lumian’s right shoulder, and he abruptly vanished, traversing into a mystical realm drenched in layers of hues and peculiar creatures.

nIn the subsequent moment, he exited the spirit world, dazed, reappearing in his bedroom on the second story of Salle de Bal Brise.

nAs Lumian massaged his throbbing head, he surveyed his surroundings and nodded approvingly.

nIt’s indeed true spirit world traversal. This ability is very useful…

nThe only problem rested in its exorbitant spirituality cost. With Lumian’s Contractee and Pyromaniac enhancements, he could only execute it three to four times. Considering the consumption of flames and the contingency allocation for safety measures, he could employ it once or twice in a relatively intense confrontation.

nFor a pure Contractee, they could merely “teleport” twice as standard procedure, excluding any other expenditure.

nFurthermore, this was contingent on selecting a proximate coordinate. Of course, proximity didn’t exclusively signify the immediate vicinity.

nThe spirit world encompassed a realm of mystique and peculiarity. Up, down, left, right, front, back—even time—intermingled there. It intersected with the real world, governed by its distinct chaos. Beyond concepts linked in nature, everything else seemed scattered without deliberate arrangement.

nIn essence, Trier as a holistic notion held sway. It boasted a corresponding domain in the spirit world, unsullied by fragmentation or dispersal. Nonetheless, its surroundings extended beyond neighboring towns and villages. It might correlate to a river’s conceptual presence in the Southern Continent, or manifest as a settlement projection for undersea beings.

nMinus precise coordinates, Lumian could solely “teleport” within Trier’s immediate ambit. Otherwise, he risked straying into the spirit world’s treacherous realm, a hazardous endeavor indeed.

nWhen he had endeavored to traverse the spirit world previously, all of Trier’s locations had materialized within his consciousness as unfamiliar coordinates. This granted him the capacity to “teleport” back to Salle de Bal Brise instead of venturing to remote corners of the metropolis.

nConcurrently, Lumian faintly perceived the Highlands Kingdom’s City of White, Rapus—his former destination. It wasn’t overtly distant in the spirit world from Trier, but neither was it nearby. Directly “teleporting” there remained infeasible for Lumian. He needed to ascertain one or two intermediate coordinates between the two locations.

nRemarkable. Lumian acknowledged with satisfaction.

nInclusive of limited uses and range, his spirit world traversal from Abscessed Hand perfectly met his expectations.

nLumian proceeded to the full-length mirror. Activating the black mark on his left shoulder, he observed his charred form transition into that of a middle-aged man, featuring a few strands of silver at his temples. His cheeks were rounded, eyes amber-red, and facial contours dignified. The features were sharp, radiating an approachable aura.

nGardner Martin!

nIt can replicate one’s appearance, physique, and demeanor. Yet actions and mannerisms must stem solely from myself… Lumian evaluated Niese Face’s potential.

nThe transformation had expended a notable degree of spirituality, but its maintenance necessitated but a fraction. He could adopt Gardner Martin’s likeness for more than ten hours.

nDispelling Niese Face, Lumian retreated a few paces. Gazing upon the mirror, he opened his mouth.

n“Ha!”

nIn response, his spirit surged into the black mark on his right chest. His Spirit Body quivered, releasing an almost imperceptible yellow light from his mouth.

nThe radiance penetrated the mirror, traversing the wall, vanishing after a span of nearly ten meters.

nEffective solely at close quarters… Consuming less spirituality than spirit world traversal yet surpassing Niese Face in expenditure. Applicable four or five times within combat… Lumian, his body marred by burns, exhaled leisurely. He donned his attire, settled onto the bed, and surrendered to sleep.

nTemporarily shelving thoughts of the gold he owed the armored shadow and the commitment to locate Abscessed Hand’s body, Lumian had ample time for these matters. Current requisites centered on recuperation and rest, alongside allowing the repugnant aura accompanying the Decency brooch to dissipate.

nThe next morning.

nLumian, clad in a black felt hat, shirt, sweater, and sturdy jacket, pressed the doorbell of Apartment 601 at 3 Rue des Blouses Blanches.

nFranca greeted him with a downcast countenance, seemingly taken aback by Lumian’s outfit.

n“Is your sense of temperature playing tricks on you?”

nLumian inquired, “Have you gotten your hands on genuine mummy ashes?”

n“Didn’t you ask that very question just yesterday?” Franca snapped.

nThe answer was no.

nA smile tugged at Lumian’s lips.

n“I’ll take you to find a real mummy.”

n“Where?” Franca was puzzled and curious.

nLumian stepped into the room and replied nonchalantly, “The Southern Continent’s Star Highlands.”

n“How will we get there?” Franca glanced toward the washroom before lowering her voice. “Are you suggesting we bother your Major Arcana card holder?”

n“I’ve merely penned a letter to inquire about a transit junction,” Lumian responded with a smile.

n“Transit junction…” Franca combined her understanding of the mystical arts and swiftly formulated a hypothesis. “Have you obtained a mystical artifact capable of teleportation?”

nLumian shook his head and elaborated succinctly,”Through my contracted creature.”

n“What sort of contract yields such extraordinary results?” Franca exclaimed, genuine surprise tinging her words.

nShe had been wondering over Lumian’s haste in filtering contracted creatures. Typically, those amenable to a Sequence 7 contract were fairly commonplace. Moreover, their summoning typically necessitated a ritual, rendering them rather impractical for most confrontations.

nLumian let out a chuckle.

n“A unique kind of contract.”

n“Uh…” Franca studied Lumian carefully, circling around him.

nThe pants-wearing, shirt-clad Witch cleared her throat and remarked, “Are we considered brothers?”

n“Not quite,” Lumian answered promptly. “We hold different beliefs!”

nFranca lowered her voice again. “Isn’t it just superficially Steamed, but actually, it’s Mr. Fool?”

nLumian replied piously, “I still maintain some faith in the Eternal Blazing Sun.”

nAfter all, he had upheld this faith for nearly six years.

nFranca found herself momentarily speechless. After a few seconds, she inquired, “Could we be considered friends?”

n“Yes.” Lumian now spoke in accordance with his true feelings.

nFranca’s brows eased.

n“Could you teach me that unique contract? Name the price.”

nShe made her request straightforwardly.

nLumian shook his head again.

n“I can only employ that contract due to unique circumstances.”

n“Alright.” Franca refrained from pressing further, though a tinge of disappointment lingered.

nAt that moment, Jenna emerged from the washroom. Lumian asked half-teasingly, “Are you interested in journeying to the Southern Continent?”

n“Travel? Why would I want to travel?” Jenna appeared perplexed.

nFranca swiftly recounted her need for genuine mummy ashes and Lumian’s method of “teleporting” to the Star Highlands. Ultimately, she queried, “Do you wish to come along and observe?”

nJenna deliberated briefly and responded, “Okay.”

nShe recognized her need for greater experience in the realm of Beyonder powers, a necessity for observation, learning, and training.

nFurthermore, her maximum geographical range had been confined to Trier’s Quartier de la Maison d’Opéra. For a while, she had been captivated by tales of the Southern Continent circulating in the taverns and dance halls.

nLumian assessed his two companions and offered a gentle reminder with a smile, “I’d advise you to don thicker garments. The altitude is considerable, and it’s currently winter there.”

n“Oh…” Franca looked at Lumian and understood why he had bundled up for winter.

nBefore long, Franca changed into a black coat resembling leather armor and donned dark knee-length pants with plush interiors, adopting the guise of a female mercenary or bounty hunter. Jenna hadn’t yet transported her thick clothes, thus she borrowed Franca’s clothing. Though their appearances matched, Jenna was shorter, necessitating a tightened belt, secured sleeves, and rolled-up pant legs to prevent impeded mobility.

nLumian reached out and grabbed their shoulders, activating the contract mark on his right shoulder.

nA spectral light danced along the seams of his clothing, enveloping Jenna and Franca in a surreal realm, awash with vibrant overlapping hues and enigmatic creatures retreating in every direction.

nIn an instant, they departed the spirit world, materializing on a desolate island.

nBefore Jenna and Franca could fully adjust, Lumian initiated spirit world traversal once more.

nUpon their return to reality, the Assassins found themselves facing a distant snow-clad mountain peak and an adjacent foreign city dominated by a white edifice.

nJenna soon regained her composure and involuntarily exclaimed, “How magical…”

nIf she were compelled to encapsulate the magic and articulate her sentiments, a choice of expletives might have been used.

nAlthough not certain if this location was indeed the Southern Continent’s Star Highlands, the fact that she could translocate swiftly from Rue des Blouses Blanches to this wilderness underscored the mystical potential of teleportation!

nLumian endured the pulsing headache and the substantial drain on his spiritual energy as he pointed toward the City of White, seemingly unperturbed.

n“Proceed inside.”

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