Mysteries On Marvel

On the other end of the phone, Gwen's mind flashed to memories of Helen often staring blankly at her legs in a daze after the surgery.

She hesitated for less than a second before replying, "Tomorrow. Tomorrow is Saturday, and I'll have time during the day."

"Tomorrow works. I'll come by your place," Eren offered.

"No need, I'll come to you," Gwen insisted. Since she was asking for Eren's help, she wouldn't take advantage of him by having him come over.

After agreeing on a time for the divination, they ended the call.

After chatting with Gwen, Eren found that the joy from fully digesting the Seer potion had begun to settle.

Seizing the moment, he decided to enter the space of the Scales of Fate and retrieve the vial of "Clown" potion he had previously drawn.

Holding the potion in his hand, Eren didn't immediately drink it.

Instead, he took out his divination coin—an item imbued with spirituality from frequent use—and prepared to perform a divination to ensure the success of his advancement.

The coin's simplicity made it perfect for "yes" or "no" questions, and for this purpose, it was more than sufficient.

Focusing his spirituality, Eren closed his eyes halfway and murmured:

"Will my advancement succeed?"

"Will my advancement succeed?"

He repeated the question seven times before flipping the coin into the air.

Opening his eyes, he saw the coin land in his palm, face-up.

A positive result.

This affirmation brought Eren a sense of relief. While he had confidence in his preparation, having the divination confirm his success felt like a good omen.

After pocketing the coin, Eren turned his attention back to the vial of "Clown" potion.

Removing the stopper, he raised the vial to his lips and tipped it back, swallowing the liquid in one gulp.

Immediately, an intense bitterness overwhelmed his senses, far surpassing anything he had ever tasted. It felt like swallowing a concentrated extract of raw herbs, leaving his tongue numb and his voice strained.

"This is so much worse than the Seer potion!" he thought bitterly.

A wave of heat surged through his face and body, making his skin flush a bright red. He felt as though he were a lobster being boiled alive.

Meanwhile, his consciousness seemed to detach, fragmenting into countless threads that intertwined with the potion as it coursed through his body.

Though Eren had not yet reached a level where he could fully perceive his inner self, he found himself vividly observing the potion's essence merging into every cell of his being.

It felt as though his body was being meticulously restructured by an impossibly precise instrument.

Time passed in a blur.

In the depths of his consciousness, Eren saw a reflection of himself—a distorted yet fascinating image.

Through this surreal projection, he realized he now had near-perfect control over his facial expressions and body movements, as if his very being had become a malleable canvas.

Then came the whispers.

An unsettling cacophony of ethereal murmurs and frenzied screams filled his ears:

"Corruption… Break the veil… Fall… Death… Ascend…"

The indescribable pollution and madness emanating from the voices seemed to claw at his psyche, urging him toward ruin.

However, as the advancement process neared its conclusion, the whispers began to fade, their influence weakening.

With immense effort, Eren suppressed the lingering spiritual overflow and brought his newfound abilities under control.

When he finally stabilized his spirit, he knew without a doubt—he had succeeded.

Eren was now a Sequence 8 "Clown."

Opening his eyes, Eren noticed the world around him seemed sharper and more vivid, as though a veil had been lifted.

"This… feels incredible," he murmured.

Clenching his fist, he marveled at the explosive strength now coursing through his muscles.

"Oddball, sandbag!"

At his command, a ripple spread across the ceiling as if the air itself were water. Moments later, a worn training sandbag dropped from a hidden storage space, hanging neatly before him.

With a sharp crack, Eren delivered a full-force punch, the sound of his strike splitting the air like a whip. The impact sent the sandbag flying, nearly ripping it from its chain.

The raw power of his punch exceeded his expectations.

Unlike the Seer potion, which had only slightly enhanced his physical capabilities, the Clown potion had drastically improved his strength, agility, and coordination.

As the sandbag swung back toward him, Eren twisted his torso and delivered a spinning kick.

Boom!

The kick connected with a thunderous explosion, tearing the aged sandbag apart and scattering its contents across the room.

To Eren's surprise, the sand and debris didn't stay scattered for long.

As he watched, the grains of sand sank into the floorboards, furniture, and walls, which seemed to absorb them like a sponge. Moments later, the sandbag reformed itself, whole and intact, as though it had never been damaged.

This miraculous repair was one of Oddball's abilities—it could consume energy to restore any object within the house that it had assimilated.

But Eren's focus remained on his body.

Through a series of experiments, he confirmed that his strength, agility, and reflexes had all undergone significant enhancement.

Most impressive was his newfound balance and coordination.

Under normal circumstances, Eren realized he would never lose his footing again. Even if he were to fall down a flight of stairs, his body would instinctively realign itself, twisting midair to land safely.

"This is… incredible," he muttered, a satisfied smile spreading across his face.

(End of Chapter)

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