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Roland's body tensed involuntarily, taut as a drawn bowstring.
His vision spun wildly, stretching, fragmenting.
The canvas of the tent twisted into grotesque vortexes, the flickering lamplight dragging long, burning trails of light.
The figures of Avril and Mason dissolved into blurred patches of color amidst the violent shaking.
A piercing hum threatened to pierce his skull, echoing wildly within his skull, drowning out all external sounds.
Excruciating pain, like countless ice needles, stabbed deep into the core of his consciousness.
Yet amidst this tearing agony and the complete chaos of his senses, an unprecedented clarity began to surge within him.
He could "feel" it.
This wasn't the vague, passive reception of external emotional ripples he had experienced before.
This time, he could clearly "touch" it.
Deep within the churning ocean of his consciousness, there lay a hard, cold "core" undergoing violent impact and vibration.
It resembled a strange ore, forcibly unearthed from the dark frozen earth, brimming with terrifying energy. Each tremor sent out icy shockwaves that radiated outward.
He could feel his mental power dissipating.
The scattered, uncontrolled mist of energy was now being forcibly compressed and condensed under the violent influence of the medicine.
No longer mere tendrils of scattered perception, they were beginning to coalesce into the faint outlines of a more tangible, controllable form.
It was as if invisible hands were struggling to grasp something amidst the pain and chaos.
The veins in his forehead bulged like ropes, and sweat instantly soaked his temples.
Each breath felt like swallowing ice shards, each heartbeat accompanied by the violent throb of that icy "core," pumping frigid, potent energy throughout his body.
"Hold steady, Mr. Roland."
Vanessa's gentle voice, as if echoing from the depths of a distant lake, cut through the roaring in his mind with an uncanny clarity.
"Guide it, don't resist it."
Watching this, Avril clenched her fists nervously, Mason leaned forward anxiously, and the orc tensed his muscles warily, a low growl rumbling in his throat.
But Roland was completely absorbed in the tumultuous changes within his soul realm.
The icy cold and searing pain continued to rage.
Yet at the eye of this storm, the icy "core" deep within the Sea of Consciousness—its surface "frozen earth"—seemed to be crumbling under the impact of the violent energy, revealing an increasingly clear and blindingly cold light within.
The icy chill and tearing pain receded like the tide, replaced by a sense of crystalline clarity, as if years of dust had been instantly swept clean from the depths of his consciousness.
Roland snapped his eyes open.
Everything in the tent instantly regained its original form, even sharper than before.
He felt a valve deep within his soul had been completely flushed open.
Hum...
The moment his Spirit Energy Origin awakened, it seemed to trigger a hidden resonance.
Two distinct yet intimately intertwined Soul Imprints—the fragmented remnants of his "original self" and the complete consciousness of the "transmigrator"—were swept clean by the pure psionic energy. Like two perfectly fitting puzzle pieces, they instantly completed their final fusion.
No learning, no guidance needed.
The primal urge for ultimate self-understanding and control, born from the merging of the two souls, surged forth like instinct.
This instinct directly fueled his newly awakened psionic power.
And in that instant, a golden text slowly materialized before his eyes:
[Learned Skill: Mind Shaping, Current Level: Lv.1]
The moment the text vanished, Roland instinctively, silently issued his first command to himself.
[Mind Self-Shaping Skill Acquired, Current Level: Lv.1]
The instant the subtitles vanished, Roland instinctively issued his first silent command to himself.
Strength.
As the thought arose, psionic energy surged like an invisible hammer, relentlessly pounding against the muscle fibers and bones in his arm.
A sensation of fullness and solidity instantly filled his right arm.
He could even hear the faint, rapid cracking sounds of his bones, proof of the temporary reinforcement provided by the invisible anvil of psionic energy.
Clenching his fist and feeling the power enhanced by psionic energy, Roland's gaze slowly drifted upward.
He saw that the strength stat on his Job Panel, which had already surpassed the thirty-point threshold through continuous practice of the Nameless Breathing Technique and constant combat training, had now climbed by a full three points.
Meanwhile, his mental attribute began to fluctuate wildly until it finally settled at 28.3.
At the same time, one of the requirements for becoming a Psion—"Acquire and master a basic Spirit Energy Technique"—changed from "0/1" to a prominent "1/1."
"Mind Self-Shaping..."
Roland silently repeated the skill's name in his mind, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"Just the most basic Spirit Energy Technique directly increased my strength by three points?"
While three points might not seem like much, at Roland's current base strength of thirty, each point of increase had become incredibly difficult to achieve.
Yet the actual enhancement each point provided far surpassed previous gains, representing almost a qualitative transformation.
Moreover, Roland keenly sensed that his mastery of the Mind Self-Shaping skill was still extremely rudimentary.
And the enhancements it offered extended far beyond mere strength.
Agility, mental power... even attributes not directly displayed on the Job Panel, such as perception and willpower, seemed to receive temporary boosts through Mind Self-Shaping.
Compared to the relatively singular power enhancement of mental power, Mind Self-Shaping's effects were clearly far more comprehensive.
If mastered, this skill would be nearly equivalent to casting a permanent, all-encompassing enhancement buff on oneself.
Taking a deep breath, a glint flashed in Roland's eyes.
The emergence of the Mind Self-Shaping skill intensified his anticipation for the Hidden Profession of Psion.
Unlike other professions with clear "Basic," "High-Tier," and "Advanced" levels, the strength of Hidden Professions wasn't fixed, nor could they resonate with other professions to trigger additional bonuses.
For example, the Hidden Profession of Pirate, while granting powerful traits, only slightly surpassed High-Tier classes in overall strength.
Compared to the advanced classes he already held—Apprentice Knight and enchanter—the Psion class was slightly inferior.
However, the strength of the Psion class...
Just from the basic Spirit Energy Techniques it required to master, it already showed extraordinary potential.
"Could this be... a class that surpasses advanced classes? Perhaps even... rivals an extraordinary profession?"
As Roland was lost in thought, a concerned voice reached his ears.
"Roland, are you alright?"
Avril leaned across the table, her eyes filled with worry.
"Why did you suddenly freeze in place like... a statue?"
The call gradually brought Roland back to his senses.
He looked around and saw concern reflected in the eyes of Mason and Orc Freddy as well.
Only Vanessa, the Purple-Haired Witch, was studying him with a glint in her eyes, a mixture of curiosity and astonishment.
Her gaze was like she was examining...
an incredibly rare... research specimen?
Roland shook his head lightly, ignoring Vanessa's probing gaze. He chuckled softly, reassuring his companions.
"I'm fine, it's just..."
Before he could finish his comforting words, a sudden commotion erupted outside the tent.
The unexpected noise instantly shattered the relaxed atmosphere, tightening everyone's nerves once more.
(End of the Chapter)
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