Mysteries On Marvel

The thunderous roar of gunfire echoed relentlessly through the underground shooting range.

As the rounds continued to fly, Eren rapidly assimilated the firearm techniques he had inherited from X's memories.

10-meter targets…

20-meter targets…

30-meter targets…

Finally, 50-meter moving targets…

No matter the distance or speed of the target, Eren's bullets always struck the bullseye at seemingly impossible angles.

What's more, his speed in raising his weapon and reloading grew visibly faster with each round.

If not for the higher cost of the 50-meter range, which kept it relatively empty most of the time, Eren's astonishing accuracy and speed would have drawn an audience of shocked onlookers.

Even now, the two muscle-bound men training on the range were starting to eye him with a mix of curiosity and awe.

Fortunately, Old Jerry had already clocked out for the day. If he were here to witness Eren's progress, his jaw would undoubtedly hit the floor.

"Phew…"

After emptying another magazine, Eren's arm began to cramp from the intense strain. Yet, despite the spasms, a satisfied smile spread across his face.

The session had allowed him to fully absorb X's firearm expertise, transforming it into his own.

While the advanced technique of adrenaline-induced reflexes required a unique innate talent that Eren lacked, he wasn't too concerned.

After all, adrenaline could be artificially induced. With his current mastery of self-hypnosis, Eren could easily stimulate his body to produce adrenaline, forcefully entering that heightened state.

Placing the handgun back on the bench, Eren noticed the increasingly fervent gazes of the two muscle-bound men nearby. Their eyes burned with admiration, as if they wanted to absorb his skills into their very being.

The intensity of their stares sent a shiver down Eren's spine.

Though he overheard snippets of their conversation through his headphones—apparently, they just wanted tips to improve their shooting—Eren wasn't taking any chances.

He quickly fled the range, skipping even the post-session arm massage from the club's staff.

Without a backward glance, he paid his bill and left the moving target range in a hurry.

A few minutes later.

Standing outside Tom's Shooting Club, Eren let out a sigh of relief. Glancing back at the club's neon-lit sign, he made a silent decision.

"I'd better avoid this place for a while. If anyone familiar sees me, I won't be able to explain how my shooting skills improved so drastically in such a short time."

"Besides, with my current proficiency, there's not much more Old Jerry can teach me. Skipping the club won't hinder my progress."

Instead of heading home, Eren stopped by a cosplay shop on the way and purchased a set of vintage fortune-teller attire and a few props for divination games.

By now, enough time had passed since he consumed the Seer's potion. With a wealth of divination techniques under his belt and most of the potion's effects assimilated, Eren could confidently call himself a true Seer.

What he lacked now was complete digestion of the potion, the final step before advancing to the "Clown" stage. Advancing would give him greater leverage in obtaining the Brotherhood's Loom of Fate.

To accelerate the digestion process, Eren decided to embrace the role of a Seer more fully.

In a multicultural city like New York, posing as a Seer was relatively easy.

Eren planned to roam the city's streets and crowded areas in his fortune-teller guise, offering readings to those who crossed his path.

Over the next few days, whispers spread through New York's night scene about a wandering fortune-teller with uncanny accuracy.

According to rumors, if you were lucky enough to encounter a strangely dressed fortune-teller at night, you could pay a single dollar for a reading on any topic—career, luck, love, family, or even lost pets.

The mysterious Seer never turned anyone away.

To everyone's astonishment, every prediction came true with startling accuracy.

The low price of one dollar and the consistent success of the readings quickly turned the wandering Seer into a citywide phenomenon.

Some even filmed their encounters with the mysterious figure, sharing their stories online.

The video that truly catapulted the Seer to fame came from a YouTube blogger.

In the video, the blogger detailed how the Seer's guidance led them to uncover a treasure worth over a million dollars using a family heirloom map.

The discovery made headlines, drawing the attention of local authorities and lending credibility to the story.

As the video went viral, Eren's fortune-teller persona became a household name.

Countless people roamed New York's streets at night, hoping to meet the mysterious Seer and strike it rich.

Even well-dressed professionals and socialites joined the search, some women dressing extravagantly in hopes of catching the Seer's attention for a memorable encounter to boast about later.

But just as quickly as he had appeared, the Seer vanished without a trace, leaving his admirers to wonder if they'd ever encounter him again.

(End of Chapter)

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