This Transmigration is a Bit Miserable

"Dear Mr. Policeman, I'm a veterinarian... Well, you may not know how this profession is treated in Backlund, in short, it is a more sought-after profession than most doctors, after all, those noble families keep pets that cost hundreds of gold pounds, to say the least, and you should understand that many self-proclaimed decent gentlemen and ladies, their entire family savings would not reach that figure."

"So what?" Listening to Snow's introduction to his profession, Dunn nodded lightly, and then asked along with his words.

"So? It's normal for a young, rich, and good-looking man to be a bit of a ladies man, right?" Snow waved his arms exaggeratedly, and a sultry temperament was immediately apparent.

Dunn was an experienced Nightmare. He had seen many people's dreams, and he was quite experienced in this situation, but before he could react, he saw Snow suddenly slump down, his color fading and in a tone like a man who drank too much, he said:

"But who would have thought that that woman was actually the mistress of the Waltz Gang Leader! If i had known that she had such a background, I wouldn't have messed with her. I even suspect that this was a setup. Let me tell you, those Backlund gangsters are way above those of Tingen, they are real murderers, they kill without blinking an eye!"

Seeing Snow's emotions becoming more and more hysterical, Dunn immediately comforted him:

"Since you are so scared, come to the police station with me. After confirming that you are fine, we will protect you."

"Police station? Also, do you have a single room in your prison? It's better to lock me up in one, the kind that no one can visit! Oh, of course, the food has to be better, fish and chips or something is the bottom line, you can not force me, a middle-class person earning more than 50 pounds a month to eat that pig food " Listening to Snow's words, Dunn's mouth twitched slightly, although he knew that people's thinking in a dream was very easy to stray, but such a selfish requirement, It was the first time he heard it.

However, he did not relax his vigilance because of this, but continued to maintain the development of the dream, to take Snow to the police station.

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About fifteen minutes later, seeing the Captain and Leonard appearing at the door of the hotel again, Klein's dangling heart finally relaxed, he couldn't help but ask when the two entered the carriage again:

"How was it?"

"His behavior in the dream was normal, and there were no obvious contradictions in his words. I tried to give him many chances to escape, but he always remained submissive, and would even hide directly behind me when danger occurred on the road, as if my side was the safest place, well, this is in line with the expectations of ordinary people with small assets for the police.

"Yes, only those who have something in their heart will seize the opportunity to escape, just like me..." Dunn's words undoubtedly reminded Klein of his previous dream, and he couldn't help but slander, he turned to look at Leonard again .

Feeling Klein's gaze, Leonard spread his hands and said:

"There were no extraordinary objects in his room, and there were no traces of climbing on the windows. Although there was perfume in the box, it was just an ordinary men's perfume, not the essential oil or pure dew needed for ritualistic magic, the only thing that could be related to mysticism was an antique silver knife, but it was only three or four hundred years old. It was not a sealed artifact. If there was anything abnormal about him, he was just too handsome! He was only a little worse than me... Well, well, I admit, he's a little more handsome than me."

These banal words as always softened the serious atmosphere. As the carriage started again, the conversation of the people began to turn to Klein's upcoming mission to join the team...

Watching the carriage leave, Snow, who had already escaped from the dream, gently rubbed the little kitten that was licking it's paws. Although he knew that he had probably passed the test, he still did not let his guard down, and just layed casually on the bed.

"Hanaas Vincent is dead, and the notebook was intercepted by me. The two incidents that added to Dunn's mental burden have been removed by me. Next, let's see how that lame screenwriter will change the script..."

Just as Snow was thinking about it, an image of a horse made of white clouds suddenly appeared in his mind. As the horse ran in his mind, his ears began to murmur—

"The Lord of Mysteries" was just a novel. There were many people who read it, but they were not polluted, and were not watched by high-ranking existences because of this, so I will not be contaminated or watched because of the knowledge gained from the Lord of Mysteries storyline ..."

The voice was layered and repeated, constantly stimulating Snow's mind, and along with this process, his spirituality was drained as fast as a great river breaking its banks, but the weird thing was that almost every second, he was drained of a quarter of his total current spirituality, but it was always maintained at three-quarters.

The whispering in his ear lasted for a full minute before it finally stopped, and only then did Snow finally breathe a sigh of relief and withdrew from his half cogitation state.

"It must be that broken pen again! It's really becoming old."

Gently rubbing his throbbing eyebrows, Snow slowly adjusted his mental state. The world of the Lord of Mysteries was such a hole. Without a strong enough golden finger, the transmigrators would have to kneel when they come.

Yes, Snow was indeed a transmigrator, and he was of the most tragic type. Travelers from other worlds were familiar with the plot, which is approximately the same as the entire world's resources to give and take, and in the mysterious world... not to mention the plot bonus, knowledge itself was poisonous!

In fact, when he transmigrated to the world of the Lord of Mysteries. The worst thing was that when he woke up, a crazy beauty was sitting in front of him and looking at a cup filled with green liquid as if it was scooped directly out of Gul'dan's pot. The viscous bubbling liquid was pushed in front of him, and he almost said "Drink. Claim your destiny". [1]

In other words, his golden fingers was powerful, otherwise he would now be a member of the crazy group of beauties.

As for his golden finger. One, it was a Sefirot called [When a white horse is not a horse], and the other was the Uniqueness of the sequence corresponding to it - [One-foot Pole]. [1], [2]

This Sefirot and Uniqueness did not belong to the twenty-two pathways or any of the the sequences of the original work, nor was it mentioned in the original work, it originated from an outer god from the cosmos.

If he insisted on giving it a definition, Snow felt that this thing was more like what was mentioned in the original work. Before the birth of the Blasphemy Slate, the way those extraordinary species were promoted was via taking in materials related to their authorities, but might belong to different sequences

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[1. Gul'dan is a character from World of Warcraft, in a cutscene he offers another character a cup of green liquid out of a pot and says these words. More information: https://knowyourmeme.com/memes/guldan-offer]

[2. When a white horse is not a horse, was easy to find, it is a paradox concept in chinese philosophy. I'll jsut use wikipedias explanation, because I can't really explain it with my own words. The expression "white horse is not horse" is ambiguous between "white horse is not synonymous with horse" (true because white horse is more specific than horse), versus "a white horse is not a member of the set of horses" (obviously false). The Advocate in the dialogue is asserting a lack of identity between horses and white horses, while the Objector is interpreting the Advocate's statement as a claim that the category of horses does not include white ones. You should look at the wikipedia article yourselves, because this can't really be explained in a few sentences. Link: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/When_a_white_horse_is_not_a_horse]

[3. Now this was deep fucking rabbit hole, I couldn't find anything on this in english, because this is as I know now only a third of the original sentence. After I found some stuff on this on a chinese forum, I came to the Zhuangzi, which is a very important daoism scripture, after searching through a translated version of this, I found this sentence: Take a pole one foot long, cut away half of it every day, and at the end of ten thousand generations there will still be some left. Meaning that even after halfing something for an eternity there will always be something left. like 1/2 -> 1/4 -> 1/8. There is no end to it. If someone knows chinese and can tell me if this is right or wrong please tell me, I would greatly appreciate it.]