The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch - Chapter 273

This was a captivating sense of oppression that any transcendent could experience, as if being directly stared at by some unspeakable ancient entity.

Ciel used her ultimate ability as a bluff.

Because Imogen had no Nemesis stacked on her at all.

But the effect Ciel wanted was directly achieved.

“‘Uniqueness’…”

Imogen watched this scene before her, mesmerized, muttering to herself.

Any transcendent should be shocked by this magnificent scene. This was the lifelong goal of all aspiring transcendents. This was an endless oppression, seemingly from an Old One…

The young girl’s golden and silver eyes seemed to shimmer with divine radiance. The phantom giant watch face behind her seemed to encompass the entire universe. Every move she made contained an extraordinary… transcendence.

Imogen was completely convinced.

This was not an effect that any sealed artifact or transcendent path could achieve… Even a “Subverter” could not create such an impressive illusion, not to mention that an ordinary “Subverter” could not cause any trouble in front of a “Nightmare” at all.

“We are willing to pay any price to gain this knowledge,”

Imogen slowly lowered her head and said sincerely, “I can swear to it, Your Excellency.”

Knowledge is power.

Especially secret knowledge unknown to anyone else. The power displayed by this knowledge is infinite.

For ordinary Tier 2 and 3 transcendents, the impact might not be so profound.

But for Imogen and that esteemed individual, they felt the most profound impact when facing this level of knowledge… because they were both just one step away from their goal.

In fact, they had been seeking this final step for hundreds of years…

This knowledge, in their eyes, was worth everything.

Even organizations, interests, or beliefs no longer mattered.

“Let’s put the matter of ‘Uniqueness’ aside for now,”

Ciel’s face showed a faint smile. She slowly said, “Quick, let me play with that modulator before I leave.”

Imogen: “?”

Here it comes again… this strong sense of contrast.

However, the current Imogen dared not have any complaints. She directly took the sandbox and quickly walked to Ciel, placing the sandbox before Ciel. She said, “What would you like to change? I can do it for you.”

But… before leaving?

Leaving for where? Where was she going?

While Imogen was still confused, suddenly, she felt a flicker beside her.

The original silver glow had dissipated. Even the young girl’s red hair was gone.

In its place was a young girl with black-blue long hair and dark purple pupils. White, bone-like thorns were wrapped around her hands, with vine-like flesh worms hanging from them.

The young girl subtly looked up at Imogen, her eyes containing a hint of listlessness.

“You…”

Looking at Ciel, whose eye and hair color had suddenly changed, and who had even changed paths, Imogen was confused again.

She found that whenever she was around this young girl, unexpected surprises would always appear… You never knew what Ciel would do the next second.

“Put it down…”

Ciel waved her hand and slumped into the chair, saying, “I suddenly don’t feel like playing anymore.”

“No, please play with it. It’s very interesting. The world where everyone was women before was quite fun, wasn’t it? Actually, I can ask that esteemed individual for a few more batches of potions and really turn them all into women…”

Hearing Ciel say she didn’t want to play anymore, Imogen quickly spoke, afraid that the other party would truly stop playing.

The other party had only used the modulator on her, which was considered an apology for the previous incident. Now, her apology and sincerity had not been delivered, and she hadn’t even made the other party owe her a favor. If she wanted to ask for anything next, the price she would need to exchange might be something Imogen couldn’t afford.

However, Imogen no longer had the initial thought of—I can handle everything myself—she knew that this matter must be told to that esteemed individual…

In the end, it was highly likely that she and that esteemed individual would negotiate with Ciel together.

“It’s boring…”

Ciel waved her hand. She stood up, preparing to leave the conference room. “I’m going to sleep now… See you in half an hour…”

Ciel appeared to have lost all patience and was about to leave. At this moment, Imogen could no longer hold back.

“Your Excellency, I am truly sorry for offending you earlier,”

Imogen put away the sandbox and quickly caught up to the young girl, saying, “Please give me a chance. Tell me what I need to do to know how to integrate with ‘Uniqueness,’ even if it’s just a hint.”

Seeing Ciel about to leave directly, without any intention of turning back, Imogen gritted her teeth. She knelt directly behind Ciel and grabbed her hand.

“I will do anything you ask me to. Please…”

Imogen completely lacked the demeanor and authority a Tier 4 should have. In fact, within the Society of Merriment, there were plenty of eccentric individuals who acted illogically. Imogen was already considered quite normal.

At this moment, Ciel seemed to have truly stopped due to Imogen’s request, but she just stood there, unmoving for a long time.

Not until a few minutes later, when Imogen tentatively stood up and went around to look in front of Ciel, did she discover…

Ciel, eyes tightly closed, her head uncontrollably drooping down…

She had fallen asleep.

Imogen swore this was the most baffling day she had ever experienced—even the most absurd dreams she had seen were not as absurd as this mysterious powerhouse before her.

But at this moment, Ciel, in her sleep, was still thinking.

At this moment, her mind was racing, thinking about what kind of information she could extract from Imogen…

Or, what kind of benefits she could gain from Imogen…

Something that might be insignificant to Imogen, but extremely important to herself…

Potions?

Or rather…

Help Avena gather all the reconstitution rituals and potion material lists from “Psychologist” all the way to “Nightmare”…

These all seemed achievable at the same time.