Mystery: The Extraordinary Journey Starting from an Angel

"Coming?"

Before Benson entered the house, there was a person standing at the door of the house. It was the mysterious man from before.

And it seemed as if he knew he was coming. It seems that the power of the extraordinary is really terrifying!

But there was no way to escape now. Benson could only bite the bullet and move forward. After a while, he moved in front of the mysterious man.

The mysterious man did not speak, but motioned him to go into the house with him.

Benson did not resist. After all, it has come to this point. There is no use in resisting!

However, fortunately, Benson wanted to choose this option in the first place. It's just a little earlier now. It doesn't matter!

Benson kept comforting himself in his heart and followed the mysterious man into this remote room.

This room is not as gloomy and terrifying as the outside. On the contrary, it is very bright inside.

There is a big table in this room, on which are bottles of potions. It should be magic potions!

The mysterious man stretched out his hand and selected on the table, took out a bottle of magic potion and handed it to Benson.

Benson looked at the potion handed to him and hesitated. It was hard to tell whether it was a cup or a block of dark blue viscous liquid. He swallowed hard and said.

However, Benson didn't say much.

After a moment, he gritted his teeth and drank the potion all at once.

The cool and smooth feeling quickly filled his mouth, then slid through the esophagus and into the stomach.

The viscous and dark blue liquid seemed to have grown thin and long tentacles, and the coldness and stimulation instantly penetrated into every cell of Benson.

He twitched involuntarily, and his eyes quickly became blurred. All the colors became heavier, red was redder, blue was bluer, black was blacker, and the color blocks were rich and randomly pieced together, like an oil painting splashed by an impressionist master.

Benson had never experienced such a scene before, and this feeling made him feel extremely uneasy.

At this moment, his vision was blurred, his mind was erratic but clear, like a victim floating on the sea.

Gradually, he saw the surrounding scene clearly. All the colors overlapped each other clearly, and the gray and illusory mist was faintly diffused.

Around him, there were things that were difficult to describe, even transparent and seemed to be non-existent. In the depths, there were bright lights of different colors. These lights seemed to have life or contain endless knowledge.

Benson looked down instinctively and found that "himself" was still standing there, his body twitching.

Suddenly, he had an epiphany, and his consciousness sank suddenly and merged with his body.

Boom!

The mist quickly dissipated, the color blocks returned to normal at the same time, and the bright light and the non-existent objects disappeared in an instant.

The scene in the room returned to normal, but Benson felt that his head was expanding, and there was a tendency to be torn apart. There were countless double images of everything he saw, and there was a faint whisper from something unknown in his ears.

Benson's forehead was stabbed, and his heart was quickly filled with the urge to vent and destroy.

At this time, the mysterious man's deep voice sounded:

"Imagine an item in your mind, common, simple, and easy."

For some reason, Benson could not help but do what the mysterious man said.

He focused his attention and sketched the shape of his almost worn-out pocket watch in his mind, thinking about the feeling of stroking it and its specific shape.

"Put all your attention on it, repeat it constantly, sketch it constantly, do you feel better?"

The mysterious man's voice penetrated in, like a song of comfort.

Benson shifted his attention to the imagined pocket watch little by little, and felt that the whispers in his ears gradually became smaller and disappeared, and the double images in his eyes slowly overlapped and were no longer blurred.

Benson calmed down the chaotic emotions in his heart and exhaled.

He looked down at his body and found nothing abnormal.

"Okay, congratulations, you are now a corpse collector of the Beyonder of the Death Path Sequence 9."

At this time, the mysterious man's voice came from the side of Benson.

Benson quickly stepped back after hearing the mysterious man's voice, looking at the mysterious man warily. Now he was completely in the mysterious man's conspiracy, and the mysterious man should reveal his conspiracy now!

"Don't be so nervous!"

The mysterious man grinned and said:

"I asked you to advance to Sequence 9 to do me a favor, but it's a good thing for you."

Good thing?

Is it possible?

How could someone give benefits to others? Benson would never believe it.

"Why don't you believe it?"

The mysterious man saw that Benson didn't believe it, so he took off his hood and the mask on his face.

In an instant, a head of black long hair was scattered on his shoulders, and a cute face appeared in front of Benson.

Even Benson, who had been struggling in society for a long time, was stunned, but fortunately, his concentration was still very good, and he reacted instantly, looking at the beauty in front of him with a very vigilant look.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Olivia."

"Olivia" who saw all the changes in Benson's expression smiled slightly.

"Your brother Klein and I are friends."

Friends?

Benson still didn't believe it, but he wasn't as vigilant as before. After all, it was impossible for people to have a bad impression of her with this appearance.

However, Benson still didn't believe that she was a friend of his brother Klein. After all, even if she was a friend, he couldn't tell her about his existence, unless she was his girlfriend.

"Then what do you want me to do?"

Although he was still a little vigilant, Benson still wanted to hear what this Olivia's purpose was.

"Olivia" pursed her lips and continued:

"Klein's enemy is preparing to be promoted to Sequence 1 of the Death God Path and also wants to be promoted to Sequence 0 Death God, which is what you think of as God."

This...

Benson's eyes suddenly jumped. He didn't expect that he would have to face a god-level existence just after being promoted to Sequence 9. It was outrageous.

"But don't worry, your brother is still very strong. And what I want you to do is to be promoted as soon as possible, so that when that enemy is promoted to Sequence 1, you can help Klein."

"Olivia" bewitched Benson's ear.

"Can I do it? After all, the enemy you mentioned is Sequence 2, but I am still Sequence 9! What should I do if I can't catch up with the enemy no matter how hard I try?"

"Don't I still have mine?"

"I will train you and help you advance quickly. I have a lot of resources, so don't worry."

"Olvia" patted her chest and promised, as if she was very rich.

After hearing "Olvia's" promise, Benson didn't say anything more, after all, it was useless to say anything now.

"Okay, if you need anything in the future, just write a letter and put it in this small box."