Lord of Enigma

The mechanical murmurs were still echoing in Tang Qi's mind. Every time it sounded, the golden flames in Tang Qi's body became more intense. At this time, he was basically the same as a human-shaped sun. Fortunately, the door and windows were closed, so no one would be alarmed.

But Tang Qi himself could feel a strong sense of crisis, and it was getting more and more urgent.

The source of the golden sun was hanging high in the boundless universe.

It was getting more and more dazzling.

Tang Qi could feel that the light and heat he was emitting were constantly converging with this golden sun.

But this was not a good thing, Tang Qi himself couldn't imagine what would happen if he didn't make a choice before they completely converged with each other.

Almost immediately, Tang Qi made a decision.

Upgrade the Furnace's Eye!

He had no other supporting heritage, so he didn't have a second choice.

As for the Meditation Method itself, except for "adding fuel", it didn't seem to have any other tricks.

"Buzz"

Almost as soon as Tang Qi made his decision, two pieces of information exploded in his mind.

What represented the Eye of the Furnace, again extended into two promotion directions: intimidation and calming.

The former would undoubtedly be an offensive type.

And the latter, it was likely to be auxiliary.

After a short hesitation, Tang Qi made his final choice.

Offensive direction!

He just pretended to be weak, but it didn’t mean that he really wanted to become a weak high school student. Since he could enhance his combat effectiveness, why choose support?

When this thought flashed through his mind, the golden sun hanging over the infinite universe suddenly disappeared, but Tang Qi saw that in the darkness, a golden stream of light projected from the depths of the universe into his body. The turbulent golden flames were surging but had no sense of direction. At this moment, all of them found their targets.

It was Tang Qi's…eyes.

Boom! boom! boom!

At this moment, his mind that was originally in the dark void returned to his body, and then he began to feel the unprecedented heat erupting in his eyes.

Fragments of information flowed through his mind one after another.

The eye of the furnace…was evolving!

The intimidation effect disappeared!

A new effect was being born!

…

Tang Qi's eyes were tightly closed. At this moment, the glaring flames on his body had disappeared without a trace, and it seemed to be all concentrated in his eyes. Even by looking through his eyelids, there was a faint light.

He didn't feel well at the moment, as if someone stabbed two burning candles directly into his eyes. The heat and light burst together, causing Tang Qi's whole body to tremble, with blue veins were clearly visible, and sweat dripping down like rain, not only was his clothes soaked, but they also began to drip on the ground.

It was not known how long it was before everything subsided. The blaze and heat quieted down, and the pain slowly died away. Tang Qi then regained his strength.

Is it over?

Did I succeed?

Tang Qi opened his eyes, but he didn't feel any big difference. Without much thought, he quickly stood up and walked straight to the mirror on the floor.

"Buzz"

What appeared in the mirror was the unchanged face of Tang Qi.

His gaze focused on his pupils instantly, which was the same as usual, but when he looked closely, a golden light was flashing in the depths of his eyes, an extremely dangerous premonition swept out at this moment.

Without rhythm or reason, this premonition came to his mind, he could control that little golden light, and when he released "it", something terrible would happen.

Driven by curiosity, Tang Qi looked at himself seriously.

Specks of dim light gushed out, and a special interface appeared.

Ignoring the other pictures, Tang Qi's eyes fell directly on the skill column, the change of the eye of the furnace.

[Furnace's Eye: Derivative skills, eye activation, with the effect of judgment and calming, can continue to improve; Realm: Entry; Progress: 50%. ]

"Intimidation disappeared, replaced by judgement?"

Tang Qi muttered as his eyes fell on the word "judgment".

Several pieces of information flowed out, and Tang Qi quickly understood the meaning of the trial effect.

"The so-called judgment is not to judge the enemy myself but to draw the enemy into a space at the moment of looking at each other, allowing the other party to look directly at a projection of the Lord of the Forge. If they didn't cultivate the Golden Furnace Meditation Method and looked straight at the golden sun…death or madness, they can never escape these two endings."

"But there's a stringent limit to the success rate of this skill. The stronger the enemy is, the lower the success rate. Once the opponent's mental strength greatly exceeds his, the success rate will also be very low."

"The most important thing is that once this effect is launched, no matter whether it succeeds or not, it will consume a lot of mental power."

"However, this skill is only at the beginning, and it can still be improved. Perhaps after reaching a certain level, what the enemy will see is not just a projection of the Lord of the Forge, but his true body."

Tang Qi finished reading all the pieces of information, and after a moment of pondering, he couldn't help but grin.

"A skill that can be called a trump card!"

"My previous hunch was correct. Every time the Meditation Method makes ten percent of progress, there will be surprises. I'm already looking forward to the next surprise."

Maintaining a pleasant smile, Tang Qi finally looked at himself in his glasses. He blinked his eyes and looked at the faint golden light which finally disappeared.

He turned around and directly sat down with his legs crossed, for he had no time to clean this mess. He was now in an extremely tired state. In order to advance the Furnace's Eye, he seemed to have released all the mental power he had.

After the light and heat finished erupted, it naturally became dim and silent.

After a few breaths, he entered the state of meditation again. Compared to sleep, he was more used to this recovery method.

…

Midtown District, near Municipal Avenue, there was a pioneer building made of too many black and red materials.

A tall figure walked through the seemingly empty corridors and stairs illuminated by the dim light. He finally entered the end of the corridor, a room that seemed to be by the window, but after entering, it was dark.

When the last ray of light was shut out of the door, the figure showed some features and clothing.

He had a sturdy and tall figure. He seemed to be bald and was wearing a black tight suit, with a patternless white mask on his face.

"Number 11th failed his mission, he's dead."

As soon as the tall man entered the room, he quickly lowered his head, as if he was afraid of looking at the thin silhouette in front of him in the dark, sitting in some custom-made luxury chair. His tone did not fluctuate at all, seemingly reporting something unimportant.

"You mean, not only did you fail to take back the failed seed, and did not retrieve the business card. On the contrary, you lost another seed, and also let our existence be discovered by the useless police?"

"Hm ~"

In the dark, a magnetic voice, and a voice that was hard to distinguish if it was a man or a woman suddenly rang out.

The tall man seemed to have lost his composure the moment he heard these words. His breathing became rapid, and his body underwent a terrifying transformation.

With a swoosh, a white bone spur pierced through his tight suit, under his bare skin, there were many pustules the size of a fist, quickly swelling and popping with a "bang". Disgusting pus spattered, bringing the tall man severe pain.

What was even more frightening was the sudden sound of clicking on his shoulder. He saw an ugly head covered with slime and mucus, it was almost only a mouth full of sharp teeth. It broke out from the tall man's neck and then began to nibble on the man's body.

The first bite was the man's ear. Which was "clasped" off with one bite. The juice splashed in all directions, and half of the man's face was stained with blood. In the face of such terrifying horror and pain, the tall man could actually resist it with his perseverance. Like a sculpture, he stood still with his head down.

Only when you get closer can you find the man's body trembling crazily.

"Tell me, who is the person who hindered your mission?"

Just as the man was unable to hold on, the indistinct neither male nor female voice rang out again.

On the borderline of exhaustion, the man struggled to open his mouth. At this time, half of his head had been eaten clean. The blood and brains mixed together. It seemed to murmur and growl…."the Moses Police Station, Sergeant Stana."