Chapter 243
"Oh… So, that's the case here . " Feng Bujue looked at the strands of blond hair between his fingers, and many questions were answered in that moment . "From my perspective, I am still myself…"
He extended his hands to look at his own sleeves and palms . It was undeniable that he was wearing the Joker outfit that he had made for himself in-game, and his skin color was yellow . When he lifted his eyes, he could see wisps of his black hair . He examined the strands of hair under the magnifying glass .
"But… viewed from the objective angle of this world, I should be another person . When the hair leaves my body, I will be able to see its real form . " He placed the hair on the table and took out the small comb from his pocket . He examined the hair that was left on it with the magnifying glass . "Hmm… the tone, length, and hair quality are all the same . "
Feng Bujue was in thought for about a minute . "Wait… at the start of the scenario, I only combed my hair twice . Unless my character has serious hair loss, there shouldn't be so much hair stuck to the comb . "
With this in mind, he reached for his hair again, and this time, he pulled harder . To his surprise, when he placed his hands before his eyes, he saw a large clump of hair, and he even yanked out the bloody scalp with some hairs .
"What the f*ck…" Feng Bujue quickly opened his menu . Thankfully, his Life Points did not drop . He channeled his sense and did not feel any pain from his head .
"Phew… calm down, calm down…" he mumbled quite nervously to himself . It felt like hair loss was something the man feared . He tossed the yanked hair aside and calmed himself down . Then he noticed something else . "Now that I think about it… until now, I have not discovered anything that resembles a mirror . Is it because the system does not wish for me to take a look at 'myself'?"
Feng Bujue's eyes moved back to the picture . "Assuming that the kid on the left is the small person that dragged me during the introductory cinematic and the other kid is the character that I am playing, what happened to them for them to be in in this situation?"
He turned the picture over . On the back of the picture, there was a handwritten sentence . "Arthur and Andrew, my children, my love . "
"So, they are brothers," Feng Bujue surmised, "Wait a minute… Arthur and Andrew…"
He picked up the comb and his eyes stopped at the carved A . A .
"Arthur and Andrew?" He scratched his chin . "Told you it's limited edition . Hah…"
In the next ten minutes, Feng Bujue read through the Advanced Study of Alchemy with interest . Flipping over the dark blue cover, the first sentence that fell into his eyes was the following .
"After learning the basics of alchemy, perhaps you will think that the epitome of this art is to turn metal into gold or to create some kind of life-extending medicine, but this book will show you how foolish those thoughts are . Alchemy is a divine art that places human beings on the same level as divine . Those common peasants that will only think about money and life will never reach the realm of divinity . "
Even though the tone was full of warning and mockery, Feng Bujue did not think that it was wrong . These words were giving off an elegant and dignified air, and that was the kind of presence that would elicit the greatest passion from Feng Bujue . Unfortunately, Feng Bujue could only read the contents page and the first chapter . The second chapter and beyond were blurred out .
The content of the first chapter was enough to confuse Feng Bujue . This was probably because he had not read the Basic Study of Alchemy, so many terms in the first chapter sounded unfamiliar to him .
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