Fulen looked at the three-colored potion in the cauldron and felt a slight toothache, but then he thought that he had prepared it strictly according to the potion formula, and the preparation of the potion was not difficult, so he felt relieved.
He directly picked up the cauldron with his bare hands. Fulen knew that preparing potions didn't require fire, so he fearlessly picked up the cauldron and poured the potion from it into a test tube.
As Fulen expected, the prepared potion was a liquid that seemed to have solidified into a single mass; there were no residual drops in the cauldron.
"So should I say I'm going to drink it, or eat it?" Fulen was a bit puzzled about this, but then he thought, "I'll just try it myself."
Fulen picked up the potion, which had various Beyonder materials clearly not meant for human consumption added to it, and then seriously counted which ones were inedible.
"Pure water, drinkable; crimson chestnut flower, barely edible; threadball grass powder, barely edible; essential oil made from hornbeam? Oil made from plants should be drinkable, right? Uh..." Fulen held the test tube containing the potion in his left hand and counted on his right fingers the things he was sure were fine. "Forget it, it's drinkable, no need to overthink. Hmm, deep-sea spearfish blood, drinkable; Spirit Eater's stomach, edible? But it's raw, you want me to eat raw food? No, can Spirit Eaters even be eaten?"
Fulen counted and pondered, finally determining that he should be able to drink it. Then he tilted his head back and gulped it down in one go.
Finally, Fulen knew that it was indeed a liquid and had to be drunk, because Fulen's throat clearly told him there was no solid matter in the potion. However, similarly, Fulen did not want to drink the viscous liquid a second time.
In an instant, Fulen's closed eyes seemed to see colorful fireworks blooming before him. Fulen felt his spirit transform into individual cells within his body, and the white, red, and blue three-colored potion he had just drunk became tiny three-colored liquid beads, slowly merging into Fulen's spirit and cells.
Fulen immediately felt a significant increase in his spirituality, even some overflow. Fulen quickly meditated to conjure a layered Door to contain his spirituality.
Hoo... Fulen exhaled, opening his eyes which were habitually closed after meditation.
It was very strange. After Fulen contained his overflowing spirituality, he could easily perceive some things, as if they had been inherently clear in his mind.
Fulen knew, and the Abraham books he had read also mentioned, that meditation allows one to perceive everything about oneself. Although mortals lack divinity and have shallow spirituality, they can still clearly see their current body and spirituality. The books also mentioned that those who possess both spirituality and divinity can also understand their past; in short, they can know what they had seen before, even if they hadn't paid attention.
And some Beyonders of special Pathways can even know the general direction of their future, but Fulen felt that perhaps only Beyonders of the 'Fate' Pathway could reach this level. Maybe the advancement of a Seer and an Astrologer from his own Pathway would also reveal something.
Of course, the primary purpose of meditation is to unite oneself with the transcendent, the infinite, and the cosmic, thereby gaining insights and revelations into truth, and thus acquiring knowledge that only one can comprehend. This is the 'Mystical Experience'. And the knowledge gained from the potion is precisely obtained from the 'Mystical Experience', which is meditation.
Fulen unsurprisingly discovered that he had acquired various strange but not powerful spells, seven in total. Although numerous, there wasn't even one life-saving skill, which made Fulen somewhat dissatisfied. Compared to a Magician and a Witch, a Trickmaster was truly weak.
Pursing his lips, Fulen learned the names of these seven spells, or rather, tricks: Freezing, Mist Creation, Wind Gust, Flash, Electric Shock, Burning, and Trip.
Although a Trickmaster masters spells, or rather, spell-like abilities, because these do not require the use of spirituality, or use a pitifully small amount of spirituality. Relatively speaking, they are like 0-level spells, cantrips, in DND. No, the spells in DND have terrifying destructive power, while these tricks are truly like spells for performing on stage.
Although there are many types of tricks, including ice, water, wind, light, electricity, and fire attributes, their effects are truly unsatisfactory. The most powerful attacks are Electric Shock and Burning, and the most bizarre is Trip. As for the others, they are better than nothing.
However, besides these, Fulen could clearly feel that his eyes had become sharper, gaining dynamic vision, and his physical fitness had silently improved significantly. The greatest improvement should still be the dexterity of his hands. Fulen felt that if he chose to become a pickpocket now, he would probably achieve good results.
Fulen thought about the potion's name and immediately understood the abilities it granted. His eyes were for learning magic and observing the audience's reactions, his hand dexterity was for performing magic, and his physical fitness—to be honest, a Magician performing on stage has much higher physical fitness than ordinary people, as performing on stage is truly exhausting.
Fulen stretched lazily. Now he was a Sequence 8, the highest level among low-Sequence Beyonders. And he also possessed many Beyonder abilities, stronger physical fitness, and spirituality.
"Isn't this getting better?" Fulen narrowed his eyes. "Those greedy mercenaries can just wait for my revenge. But I probably still can't beat them. A Sequence 8 focused purely on enhancing melee techniques is not something a Trickmaster, who performs tricks, can contend with."
No. Fulen shook his head. "I'm afraid I can't even beat a Sequence 7. Sequence 7 is an improvement in divination abilities. If I'm lucky, after advancing to Scribe, my spellcasting abilities should improve greatly. At that time, I should be able to defeat a Sequence 8 Pugilist, right? But, it still depends on how powerful the Scribe's ability improvement is."
Fulen clutched his hair, holding his head and saying painfully, "Ahhh, this is going to drive me crazy. My parents never hit me when I was growing up. I'm going to curse you, you bastards!"
"I still have to lay low. Stay low until I become a Sequence 5 or a demigod before I cause trouble." Fulen finally made the reluctant decision. "It's not that my power isn't strong enough; it's just that the enemy has a Warrior. A Warrior's combat ability in the early stages is truly remarkable, easily crushing an Apprentice in the early stages."
Looking at the Burning candles around him, Fulen smiled smugly, adopting a grandmaster's demeanor. With a wave of his hand, he used his Wind Gust ability to extinguish the lit candles, appearing very leisurely.