Mysteries On Marvel

The internet buzzed with speculation about the mysterious wandering fortune-teller who had suddenly vanished. Theories ran wild.

Some claimed he had been invited by a powerful corporation or wealthy magnate, becoming a valued guest and leaving his street days behind.

Others whispered he had angered a crime syndicate and fled New York in disgrace.

A few even joked that he'd met too many beautiful women, overexerted himself, and perished in a lover's bed.

But the most common belief was that the enigmatic Seer had simply moved on, continuing his travels to the next city, leaving behind only rumors and intrigue.

What no one knew was that the Seer in question was currently sitting in a house in Chinatown, his eyes closed in deep reflection.

Moments ago, after gaining the belief and recognition of tens of thousands—possibly hundreds of thousands—of people online, Eren had entered a peculiar state.

It felt as if he had pierced an illusory bubble, shattering it with a faint popping sound.

At that very instant, he sensed something within him dissolve completely, merging seamlessly with his mind and spirit.

Eren didn't need anyone to tell him—he instinctively understood that this marked the complete digestion of the Seer potion.

For a long time, Eren lay quietly on the sofa, savoring the rare clarity of this experience.

Finally, he opened his eyes and exhaled.

"So, the Seer potion is fully digested now?"

"Strictly speaking, it's only been about two weeks since I consumed the potion. Even for a Sequence Nine potion, digesting it this quickly is quite impressive."

"Of course, compared to those freakishly talented individuals in Lord of Mysteries who were practically born with demigod or angel characteristics, I still fall short. But I did manage to beat Klein's digestion time for the Seer potion."

Eren chuckled at the thought, though he knew better than to let it go to his head.

His rapid progress wasn't due to superior aptitude but rather a combination of foreknowledge, strategic role-playing as a Seer, and the modern world's ability to spread information quickly.

By leveraging these advantages—along with props and his knowledge of certain key events—Eren had successfully played the role of a Seer before figures like Coulson and Tony Stark, digesting a significant portion of the potion.

The final push came through his widely publicized fortune-telling and the viral video, cementing his image as a mystical Seer in the minds of thousands and allowing him to digest the last remnants of the potion.

Interestingly, Eren's success wasn't entirely coincidental.

The viral YouTube video, for instance, had been part of his plan. By predicting the discovery of a treasure during a fortune-telling session and subtly orchestrating the event, Eren ensured that the blogger's encounter with him would culminate in uncovering the fortune.

The result was a win-win situation: the blogger became rich, and Eren solidified his reputation as a Seer, completing his potion digestion in the process.

Yet the deeper mechanics of fate left Eren pondering:

Had his fortune-telling led to the discovery of the treasure? Or had the treasure's discovery created the conditions for his fortune-telling?

Either way, both parties had benefited immensely.

Just as Eren was musing over his recent success, his phone buzzed with a notification.

Glancing at the screen, he saw a photo from Gwen.

The image was unmistakably of him—disguised as the wandering Seer, performing a fortune-telling.

Beneath the photo, Gwen had written:

"I think I've uncovered someone's little secret?"

Amused, Eren quickly replied:

"Oh really? Looks like I'll have to silence you, then!"

He added a playful "evil overlord" emoji to the message before sending it.

Moments later, he followed up with another text:

"How'd you figure it out? I thought my disguise was pretty solid."

On the other end, Gwen hesitated, typing and deleting several times before settling on a reply.

Her first instinct was to type "your body," but she quickly realized how that could be misinterpreted and erased the words.

Instead, she sent:

"You mentioned being a Seer before. Plus, your build and some intuition gave you away."

Eren read the message, nodding at the first two points. But "intuition"?

"Are women's instincts always this accurate?" he muttered, bemused.

After chatting for a while, their conversation naturally shifted to an earlier promise Eren had made—to use his divination to help find a way to heal Helen's scars.

As the topic came up, Eren decided to press forward.

"How's Helen doing? Would she like me to do a reading for her now?"

(End of Chapter)

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