In the lower level of the *Future*, in the dark, lightless environment, Frank Lee lights a candle, illuminating the long table heaped with flesh, mushrooms, wheat, and fish. He casually clears away these items, creating a space just large enough to fit a single sheet of paper. Then he lays the paper flat, picks up his pen, and writes with enthusiasm: With them come the latest developments: a type of mushroom that grows and reproduces by consuming living tissue in dark environments. This mushroom has three varieties—one hybridized with wheat, which can be ground into mushroom powder for use in bread production; one with characteristics resembling dairy cows, capable of yielding milk; and one that has been crossed with fish, offering a fresh flavor and a dense, firm texture. "I feel that the monsters' flesh of different kinds will undergo distinct transformations, resulting in varying degrees of harm, but I haven't been able to confirm this yet, as I lack sufficient monster corpses for study. If you have any obtained during your adventures, please send them to me—I only need a small amount. As for whether there are any other questions, I'm not entirely sure either; this is still a half-finished project, and I haven't been able to conduct further experiments or observations. Wishing you all the best in your adventures and abundant success—your sincere friend, Frank Lee." Audrey was hiding in her room, gazing at the glass bottle in her hands. Inside lay a transparent, viscous liquid that, when still, resembled a mirror, perfectly reflecting everything within its range; when it rippled, tiny eddies stirred silently beneath its surface. This was the freshly prepared "Sleeper" potion! Having fully absorbed the "Psychologist" potion, Audrey planned to advance to Sequence 6 before contacting the "Psychological Alchemy Society" in Beckettland. After calming her mind with the "Soother," she lightly bit her lip, raised the bottle, and swallowed the potion in a single, smooth gulp. At first, a brief coolness spread through her, then suddenly her consciousness erupted—her body seemed to be infected as well, growing slightly translucent. At this moment, her mental body, stellar spirit body, and etheric body seemed to be absorbed and integrated into the psyche body, and the entire being floated as a cohesive mass of pure thoughts, sensing the boundless, collective unconscious ocean that connected all living beings, and perceiving the corresponding spiritual sky in contrast. Having experienced the shock of the "psychologist" phase, Audrey remained calm, maintaining a steady awareness and suppressing the instinctive impulse to merge into the "ocean," allowing her consciousness to expand without limits and then gently retract like a rubber band. After an indeterminate length of time, she finally regained her sense of self, seeing fine, solid golden scales densely covering her forearm, and noticing several strands of hair cascading down her shoulders, rich and heavy, as though truly forged from gold. These changes gradually subsided, and Audrey soon returned to her normal self. Yet, when she looked into the mirror, she noticed that her vivid green eyes, though clear, seemed to hold an invisible vortex at their depths—an elusive, swirling motion that drew the viewer in and made it difficult to look away. This was a sign of spiritual dispersion, still not fully resolved... Audrey's features slowly relaxed, and her smile became more defined. Gently nodding at her reflection, she smiled warmly, saying, "Audrey, you've already reached Sequence 6!" Only after her emotions had settled did she carefully examine herself, to determine which extraordinary abilities she now possessed and what tangible transformations had taken place. After a good deal of activity, Audrey gained a solid grasp of the situation: First, her physical condition had significantly improved—both in strength and agility, now surpassing that of ordinary humans—and she could generate a "scale-like" layer on her skin, effectively reducing and mitigating damage. Second, psychological suggestion had undergone a qualitative transformation, becoming a form of hypnosis applicable outside combat situations. As long as Audrey could fully capture her target's attention on a specific matter, she could open the door to the target's "mental body," directly altering their consciousness and influencing their subconscious. Consequently, the target would remain completely unaware, following Audrey's directives and performing actions that contradicted their true intentions. Of course, if Audrey's directives directly threatened the target's life or the most deeply cherished aspects of their subconscious, the target would experience strong resistance, causing the hypnosis to fail. Additionally, if the target possessed a strong mental presence and firm resolve, they could to some extent resist the hypnosis. Third, "battle hypnosis": Audrey can forcibly hypnotize her enemies, compelling them to perform unusual actions—such as attacking their allies or deliberately avoiding her, the very "hypnotist." However, this hypnosis only lasts for a short duration; the target soon regains awareness, notices the anomaly, and while it doesn't directly endanger their life, it cannot induce them to commit suicide. Not long after, her personal maid Anne entered with a invitation in hand and said, "Madam, the Church will be hosting a charity gala on Saturday evening for a newly established scholarship fund aimed at the poor, and they would like you to attend." Audrey did not immediately respond, but asked instead, "Have my father and mother also been invited?" "Yes, they have invited the Earl and Countess, as well as Lord Hibbert," Anne replied faithfully. Audrey nodded and smiled lightly, "Tell the Church I'll be there. And please find out more details about the charity fund so I can decide on the amount I'd like to donate." ........ The evening at Intiths Serenzo restaurant. "This is truly magnificent—more so than many of the noble households' drawing rooms and living rooms," Fothering observed, glancing around with the air of someone gathering material. Although she had attended numerous literary salons hosted by the nobility, she had always gone to their homes and had never visited a restaurant of this caliber. Hugh ran a hand through his tousled golden hair and said, "This is the Intis style—different from ours. It may appear splendid, but it lacks substance." "How can it lack substance? Look at these—famous oil paintings, famous sculptures..." Firth deliberately countered. Her voice remained low throughout, as they had not entered through the main doors. As they spoke, they found the private booth that the butler Walter had mentioned. Firth simply "opened" the door, pulled Hugh inside, and tucked them into the dedicated prep area behind the counter, where they waited for their protected client, Dowland Thonstad, and his guests to arrive. "By the way," Firth said, idly asking, "how much is three percent of Coym's company shares, in pounds?" In the morning, she had gone into Saint-Séverin Church with de Morais, pretending to pray while actually providing protection. After a moment's hesitation, de Morais said, "At least several thousand pounds, I think the bishop holds that very dear." "What a fortune! Giving several thousand pounds away so easily—why doesn't he help us the poor, then?" Fothergill remarked with a touch of irony. At that moment, the doors to the box room opened, and the family of Davenant de Tancrède and the member of parliament, Mahaut, entered and took their seats, while the waiters began to serve them. De Morais and Fothergill fell silent, listening to the conversations outside and observing the surroundings, occasionally drawing in their noses at the fragrant aroma of the food. Suddenly, de Morais slightly furrowed his brow, as though sensing something, then relaxed again, as if nothing had happened at all. "What's wrong?" Fothergill leaned close to his friend and asked softly. De Morais shook his head. "Nothing, really. I've simply been so tense that I've reacted more strongly than I intended." At this very moment, Caine set down his knife and fork, casually glancing toward the chair beside him. In his eyes, now awakened to spiritual vision, a head of golden hair and bright red eyes emerged from the void, clutching a letter swollen with folds. Faintly, Caine seemed to detect the scent of milk, wheat, and sea fish. A slight twitch passed across his lips, and with his left hand, he gently reached out to catch the letter—while the other three seated guests, the Member of Parliament Mahert, Lady Liyan, and Lady Hefur, remained completely unaware. As Caine subtly tucked the letter into his coat pocket, the waiter stepped out of the preparation room to serve fresh courses to the four guests, including two portions of buttered mushrooms. Witnessing this, Caine suddenly felt queasy, his expression growing slightly odd, and his left hand, still holding the pocket, trembled gently. PS: First publish, then revise.