Mystery: At the start, you gain the uniqueness of the thief.

Chapter 4 Zhou Mingrui Wants to Destroy the World

"I'm sorry about that, but it's not something I can stop. Perhaps you could calm yourself down a bit? To be honest, it's a bit noisy." To prevent some future Mr. Fool from committing suicide out of shame or choosing to kill someone to silence him, Rosen suggested earnestly, covering his ears with his hands.

"You, I... I will, thank you for reminding me." Zhou Mingrui took a deep breath—although he had now turned into a cotton doll, he still had that ability—trying to calm himself down, but he still couldn't help feeling embarrassed. If there were a crack in the ground at this moment, he would definitely crawl into it without hesitation.

Destroy this world!

At least at this moment, Zhou Mingrui genuinely felt this way.

Fortunately, as someone who could impersonate a god in the future without batting an eye, Xiao Zhou still had the basic ability to stabilize his emotions and quickly recovered.

He then looked at the cub in front of him, thought for a moment, and said, "So you don't know what's going on either?"

"It's a pity, but that's the truth." Rosen nodded. This wasn't exactly a lie, since he genuinely didn't know why Xiao Zhou's consciousness had transmigrated into the cotton doll's body.

But thinking of the monocle that had also changed, Rosen raised his hand and pinched the monocle on his face, saying, "But perhaps I can give it a try..."

"What?" Zhou Mingrui was obviously surprised, but before he could ask any further questions, he saw the cub opposite him smile at him.

The other party said:

"Ah, it seems like it worked! Well then, see you tomorrow, Xiao Zhou!"

The next second, Zhou Mingrui's vision went black, but he regained consciousness after a brief period of darkness.

"brush--"

Zhou Mingrui suddenly sat up in bed, straining his back from the effort. He gasped in pain, clutching his back, and looked around at the familiar surroundings with a look of astonishment.

He returned, back to his room, back to the era he knew.

Zhou Mingrui then realized something, looked down at his body, and sure enough, he had returned to his original body and was no longer a cotton doll the size of a palm.

"Was that... a dream? No, impossible. If it was a dream, it would be too real. And..." Zhou Mingrui frowned. He suddenly realized, belatedly, that after he traveled to that strange place, he wasn't speaking Chinese at all, but a language he had never encountered before.

……

"As expected, just like the uniqueness of the thief, Zhou Mingrui didn't really transmigrate into the cotton doll, but rather a part of his consciousness was shared with it." Rosen held the peripheral parts of the doll, which had turned back into an ordinary doll, and had already come to some conclusions in his mind.

Although he didn't know why, the surroundings that accompanied him through the journey clearly possessed special characteristics, and Rosen was able to control these characteristics to a certain extent.

For example, just now, Rosen could choose to put Zhou Mingrui's consciousness back. Now, Rosen can roughly sense that if he wants to bring Zhou Mingrui's consciousness back, he will have to wait about 24 hours.

This is also why Rosen said see you tomorrow.

Moreover, Rosen discovered that he seemed to be able to share the power of the consciousness attached to the cotton doll to some extent, just as the monocle shared the power of uniqueness, the cotton doll also allowed Rosen to share Zhou Mingrui's power.

"However, Little Zhou is just an ordinary person right now; he doesn't have any power," Rosen remarked, putting away the cotton doll and starting to fiddle with the other merchandise.

"Since the monocle and the cotton doll both possess unique characteristics, what changes do these other items exhibit?"

"And what were the triggering conditions?" Rosen reviewed his recent experience, and after a moment, he hesitated and thought to himself, "I just wanted to see Zhou Mingrui, and then the cotton doll changed... I'm thinking of the Power of Thought?"

Rosen wasn't quite sure. He thought for a moment, then picked up the Medici keychain and silently thought to himself:

"I want to see Medici."

The keychain remains unchanged.

After waiting for a while, Rosen changed his mind again:

"I need the power of the Red Angels."

The keychain remains unchanged.

After repeating the experiment several times, Rosen had to admit that he might have guessed wrong. The surrounding triggers might have nothing to do with his thoughts, and it was just a simple coincidence.

This left Lawson somewhat disappointed. He examined the remaining merchandise, and most of it, like the keychains, did not have any special effect. Only one item surprised Lawson.

That wasn't something Lawson obtained at the comic convention; it was a free item Lawson made himself—a blasphemous card containing elements of his own design.

Accompanied by a bright light, figures emerged on the blasphemous tablet. These were not various versions of Roselle, but rather Rosen himself in different forms.

Rosen pursed his lips, his gaze falling on the projection that symbolized Sequence Nine, which depicted a young child radiating joy.

——Sequence 9 · Peter Pan.

Rosen's gaze swept over the remaining images in the sequence one by one, finally landing on the last projection, which was a "Rosen" full of majesty yet not lacking in kindness.

—The Father of All Beings in the Past.

"This thing actually came true." Rosen couldn't help but cover his face for a moment. He had created this self-made path entirely with the intention of creating something funny, aiming to emulate the Fallen Mother Goddess.

Rosen initially thought that since the "mother" pathway existed, why couldn't there be a "father" pathway? So Rosen simply created this self-defined pathway.

However, he never imagined it would become a reality, so he added a lot of personal touches when setting it up for the sake of creating a funny moment.

"I was wrong, I should have designed it more carefully..." Rosen felt a rare sense of regret. He sighed, carefully put away the activated blasphemous card, and couldn't help but ponder, "But can this path really work?"

Although there were indeed personal agendas and gimmicks involved, when he designed this approach, it was benchmarked against the third pillar, and its strength was undeniable. If it could really work... Rosen's eyes flickered.

He certainly understood that might makes right.

"Perhaps we can give it a try." Rosen then seemed to remember something and breathed a sigh of relief: "Luckily, I was quite meticulous when I was setting it up."

From a rigorous perspective, although Rosen did some tricks when designing the names and abilities of the potions, he did indeed carefully create the potion formulas based on the original setting. Although there is a suspicion of piecing together the ingredients, the materials should theoretically exist in this world.

Aside from the new source material he created himself... Rosen thought of this and his gaze fell on the blasphemous card. He held the blasphemous card and carefully sensed its possible special features. After a moment, his eyes lit up.