Lex turned to the page for mystic materials and saw a list of items, each with a corresponding contribution point value.
"Lava Octopus Blood, 10 ml, requires 400 contribution points."
"Deep Sea Naga Hair, 100 contribution points per strand."
"Complete Asman Brain, requires 1800 contribution points."
"Golden-Edged Sunflower"
"Elf Flower"
"Black Hunt Giant Lizard Spinal Fluid."
Upon seeing this, Lex paused, then said, "I remember Hudson's notes mentioning that this is a main Material for a Sequence 6 of the Telepathist Pathway. This association truly has deeper foundations than ordinary organizations. Sequence 6 materials shouldn't be that easy to find, yet they can provide them for exchange."
Lex looked further down and soon discovered another Sequence 6 Material.
Human-faced Lion's Brain!
One of the main materials for a Sequence 6 of the Hunter Pathway!
"Now I'm actually looking forward to Osweld giving me some work soon."
Saying that, he turned to the list of magical items.
The association offered many items for exchange, of various types. Each entry clearly described its function and negative effects, making it easy to understand.
"Boots of Blood, consumes the user's blood to create a bloody foothold in the air, allowing the user to walk in the Void. This is truly somewhat of a white elephant."
"Dog-Skin Cloak of Invisibility, when worn, grants Psychological Invisibility, but occasionally emits dog barks. Although the effect is good, I would never exchange for something like this."
"Spider's Touch. This is a silk glove, normally pure white, but turns black when its ability is activated. It significantly enhances finger dexterity and can generate silk threads thinner than hair and dozens of times stronger than steel. The wearer can utilize these threads as needed, whether for cutting or restricting opponents, with ease."
"Its negative effect is 'Protein Craving.' After use, it causes a craving for and loss of a large amount of protein. Through the association's research and experiments, we discovered that immediately drinking ten raw eggs can solve this problem. Alternatively, one could swallow any type of spider whole, but that is only an option without any preparation."
Lex shivered. There was actually a negative effect that required swallowing a spider whole to resolve. Luckily, the association found other solutions.
"Thousand-Faced Traveler. This is a plain white mask, without any patterns or decorations. Wearing it allows you to transform into anyone. You can preset up to ten faces, without any restrictions. They can be faces of real people or imagined ones."
"When needed, you can quickly switch between the ten preset faces, making it a good helper for deceiving opponents and escaping pursuit. However, it can only change the face and overall skin tone, not height, body shape, or gender characteristics."
"It also has the ability to interfere with divination, making tracking you a troublesome task."
"Before stopping use and taking it off, you need to recall your own appearance. If used for more than one day, you will gradually forget your original appearance. If you cannot recall your appearance, even after taking off the mask, you will be fixed in the last face used."
"Note: This item cannot shape the user's own appearance!"
Seeing this magical item, Lex felt a strong desire.
I really need this item! With it, I wouldn't have to go through the trouble of disguising myself every time I change identities.
However, it was getting late, and Lex had to prepare for the Tarot Club, so he dismissed the idea of writing a letter to Osweld.
Soon, it was three in the afternoon.
In Lex's eyes, a crimson tide surged, engulfing him instantly. When his vision returned, an endless gray-white mist drifted around him, and the cold, massive, ancient palace, as if inhabited by giants, once again appeared before Lex's eyes.
He looked at the head of the bronze long table, his gaze lowered, and he bowed slightly to the figure shrouded in dense mist: "Good afternoon, Mr. Fool."
Crimson lights appeared successively on the sides, opposite, and lower end of the long table, and hazy figures appeared one after another in the palace.
Opposite Lex, Miss Justice half-rose, lightly lifting her skirt, and greeted him cheerfully: "Good afternoon, Mr. Fool ~"
"Good afternoon, Mr. The Chariot."
"Good afternoon, Mr. Hanged Man."
"Good afternoon, Mr. Sun!"
Miss Audrey's mood today is as pleasant as ever. And yes, if it were me, I would also be happy every day. After all, she is a count's daughter, waking up every day on a pile of gold coins. Is there anything more wonderful than that?
When I get rich, I'll cover my bed with a layer of pounds. That would surely be comfortable to sleep on!
However, she seems even more excited than usual today, could it be...
Lex chuckled, "Congratulations, Miss Justice. It seems you have successfully advanced."
Mr. The Chariot's observation is very keen! Did I show it that obviously? I'm just a little happier than usual because I successfully advanced, that's all! Audrey's heart was filled with joy, and she almost couldn't maintain her Telepathist state.
"Thank you, Mr. The Chariot. You should have also successfully advanced, right?"
Lex smiled and nodded.
Beside him, Mr. Hanged Man, with his deep blue, seaweed-like hair, couldn't help but glance at Lex.
The Chariot is already a Sequence 7?
Sequence 7 can already be considered a Mid-Sequence, and he was only a Sequence 8 not long ago. In at most a month, he completed his advancement. This means he has mastered Acting?
Besides that, he must have ample funds and many secret channels to collect the materials so quickly.
Miss Justice is also already a Sequence 8, while I am still at Sequence 7. No, I must digest quickly and advance as soon as possible. Otherwise, they will catch up to me soon.
Feeling a sense of urgency, Hanged Man unconsciously straightened his back.
"Welcome, our Miss Telepathist."
At the head of the long table, Klein, shrouded in a dense mist, noticed the changes occurring in the superficial layer of Miss Justice's astral body, deep within her etheric body, thanks to the special properties of Above the Gray Mist.
He then observed Lex, and thoughts bubbled up in his mind like Qi.
The Chariot is more confident and more active than before. Is this a change brought about by confirming that I am not an evil god and by rapidly advancing through the Tarot Club?
Very good. This way, he will have a greater sense of belonging to the Tarot Club, which is exactly what I need.
Ah, being a behind-the-scenes 'big shot' is not easy.
Klein then glanced at Hanged Man.
Hanged Man seems a bit nervous. I understand. The advancements of Miss Justice and Mr. The Chariot have given him a sense of urgency.
Hmm, a sense of urgency is a good thing. This will increase his reliance on the Tarot Club, which helps solidify my image as a 'God.'
At this moment, Miss Justice turned to look at the opposite side of the long table and reminded him, "Mr. Hanged Man, you should submit this week's six pages of your diary."
Klein, in the dense mist, almost curled his lips into a smile.
No matter when, Miss Justice always has such a strong sense of ownership.