As the sky was just beginning to lighten, Ronan bought a second-hand pickup truck in the fishing village. He also acquired a map, packed his bags and weapons, preparing to head to the capital of Guashila, Rioacha.
The people in the small fishing village were relatively simple. The Latin couple warned Ronan, "There are guerrilla activities on the way to the capital. Be careful. They used to rarely target civilians, but now they're not only involved in drug trafficking but also human trafficking."
Ronan could sense their goodwill and said, "Thank you."
The Latin couple smiled and went back into their house.
"Why not leave this to your superiors?" Elsa approached with her hands in her pockets. Her face had lost some of its severity and gained a touch of radiance.
Of course, Ronan couldn't reveal that he was a fake CIA agent, so he simply shook his head.
"Remember the number I gave you, my private number. If you find yourself with nowhere to go, you can cross the strait," Elsa sighed softly, "Is it worth it?"
Ronan opened the car door, started the engine, waved to Elsa, and left without any nostalgia.
Elsa turned and walked towards the harbor.
The two of them didn't waste any time, they just left as soon as they made the decision.
The events of last night seemed to dissipate with the wind and rain, disappearing into thin air.
Ronan followed the main road, heading southwest. The 120-kilometer journey would take only two to three hours in a typical country of his original world, but in the border provinces of Colombia, it could take half a day.
Though time was pressing, he knew not to neglect the sharpening of the blade while chopping wood.
Ronan distanced himself from the fishing village, changed direction away from the main road, and found a barren rocky area without vegetation.
Strength was the key to success or failure.
Ronan got out of the car, activated his psychic vision, summoned the Book of Dominion, and took out fifty soul fragments along with an ancient soul fragment from the Elder. He laid them out on the smooth stone ground. Then, he retrieved the cleaned skin of a giant chameleon that he had specially prepared earlier and secured it using prepared steel bars.
Muttering the words of the Soul Flame, in about two seconds, a golden-red campfire ignited.
Having had experience cooking souls before, Ronan placed the chameleon skin above the flames and began to roast it, sprinkling some salt on it.
The fishing village was small and couldn't provide more barbecue seasonings.
The skin suddenly caught fire, but the fire ignited as quickly as it died down.
Ashes floated down, and the once huge chameleon skin now remained the size of a pancake, as if all the excess parts had been burned away, leaving only the essence.
As time passed, the scale of the Soul Flame continued to diminish.
Within his psychic vision, strands of soul power penetrated the chameleon skin, and the campfire quickly shrank to the size of a stove, while the chameleon skin turned into a golden brown.
Finally, the Soul Flame was completely extinguished.
Ronan resisted the urge to eat and waited for the food to cool down a bit.
After two minutes, he cautiously took a bite. The skin pancake was golden and crispy, with a good taste, somewhat resembling freshly baked savory pancakes.
Ronan adjusted his mood and began to eat heartily.
To have survived until now, avoiding death at the hands of the CIA, gangs, wizards, werewolves, vampires, and traffickers, personal strength was the key.
To keep living, he had to become stronger.
Ronan wouldn't miss the opportunity to enhance his own strength!
After devouring the golden and crispy skin pancake, there was a strange sensation of satiety. Just like last time, warmth spread through his stomach, and a warm current flowed throughout his body.
When he had eaten the soul of a leopard's leg, it had warmed up his major muscle groups.
This time, it was his skin!
From head to toe, including his scalp, Ronan felt a peculiar sensation that was hard to describe—neither itching nor pain.
It was extremely uncomfortable, yet he didn't dare to scratch.
He sat on the ground, enduring it with a stiff posture.
After enduring for about ten minutes, his body gradually returned to normal.
Ronan stood up, performed a few jumps and exertion movements, not much different from before.
He quickly summoned the Book of Dominion.
On the page of the Predator, there was a new line of instructions.
Giant Chameleon Skin (Completed): You have gained a disguise!
Different from the Leopard's Swiftness, this time there was a note: Can consume soul fragments to change one's appearance within a certain range. When standing still, it coordinates better with the surrounding environment, making it easier to go unnoticed.
The skin comes from a chameleon, and these abilities clearly relate to the chameleon!
Ronan quickly tidied up, pulled down the sun visor in the car, and after a moment of thought, adjusted his skin tone in the mirror. He thought of the tanned skin color of an early ancient character and, at a speed visible to the naked eye, his facial skin turned into a tanned color!
Looking at his hands and arms, they had also become tanned skin!
This ability was incredibly useful for him!
The CIA had been searching for him!
There might also be the voodoo cult behind the Carter gang, the suspected vampire behind Jose, and various major gangs on the Mexican border—all of them might be seeking retribution.
Oh right, there were the French as well.
Last night, he had blown up Obeya Group's processing plant.
Ronan had a feeling that he had become a wanted criminal in certain secret channels.
Simply changing his skin color wasn't enough; the CIA had formidable capabilities.
Thinking about the hint, "Change appearance within a small range!" Ronan hurriedly rummaged through his bag and retrieved the passport and documents he had stuffed in there last night.
After looking through several of them, he picked out a passport belonging to a slightly dark-skinned young man with brown hair.
The appearance was not outstanding, but not bad-looking either.
Looking at the photo and visualizing the appearance on it, Ronan adjusted his facial features in front of the mirror, until it was about seventy to eighty percent similar to the photo on the passport.
For identification purposes, it was enough.
Ronan carefully stored away the passport and other documents belonging to this person named Ryan. Then he looked at his own ten fingers and thought about adjusting his fingerprints.
Originally, his fingers were mixed up like a sieve, and the sieve turned into fingers.
Looking at the person in the mirror, he was no longer Ronan!
Though it might not be as dramatic as the Four Forbidden Sorceries, these changes were more realistic and less likely to be exposed.
However, Ronan soon realized something wasn't right.
The way a person walks, the size of their steps, the accent they speak with—these were all important distinguishing features.
All of these needed to undergo some changes.
There was no need to rush for now; he just had to be a bit more careful.
In the future, when he had the time, he would have to set aside dedicated time for training.
This victim named Ryan had a genuine passport and immigration records. Given Ronan's current situation, boarding a flight from Bogotá to Paris was no longer a problem.
With this thought, a piece of information suddenly flashed through Ronan's mind: Soul fragment consumption: 30! Maintaining it for a day requires 3 soul fragments!
This consumption was a bit high!
Fortunately, he still had some reserves.
Ronan pinched his face, feeling nothing unnatural.
As for the other aspect: When standing still, it coordinates better with the surrounding environment, making it easier to go unnoticed.
Could this, in combination with appearance changes, be a perfect match for infiltration?
Ronan neatly stored away all the passports. These genuine documents might come in handy in the future.
Disguise wasn't a direct combat ability, but it was something he urgently needed.
Next, he took out the pentagram badge the size of a coin from his pocket.
Holding it in his hand, Ronan had a sudden burst of information in his mind: Expend 30 soul fragments! Maintaining for a day requires 3 soul fragments!
The consumption was a bit significant!
Thankfully, he still had stock.
Ronan pressed on his face, feeling no sense of unreality.
Regarding the other aspect: When standing still, it coordinates better with the surrounding environment, making it easier to go unnoticed.
Could this, in combination with appearance changes, be a perfect match for infiltration?
Ronan neatly stored away all the passports. These genuine documents might come in handy in the future.
Disguise wasn't a direct combat ability, but it was something he urgently needed.
Next, he took out the pentagram badge the size of a coin from his pocket.
Holding it in his hand, Ronan had a sudden burst of information in his mind: Expend 30 soul fragments! Maintaining for a day requires 3 soul fragments!
The consumption was a bit significant!
Thankfully, he still had stock.
Ronan pinched his face, feeling nothing unnatural.
As for the other aspect: When standing still, it coordinates better with the surrounding environment, making it easier to go unnoticed.
Could this, in combination with appearance changes, be a perfect match for infiltration?
Ronan neatly stored away all the passports. These genuine documents might come in handy in the future.
Disguise wasn't a direct combat ability, but it was something he urgently needed.
Next, he took out the pentagram badge the size of a coin from his pocket.
Holding it in his hand, Ronan had a sudden burst of information in his mind: Expend 30 soul fragments! Maintaining for a day requires 3 soul fragments!
The consumption was a bit significant!
Thankfully, he still had stock.
Ronan pressed his face, feeling no sense of unreality.
As for the other aspect: When standing still, it coordinates better with the surrounding environment, making it easier to go unnoticed.
Could this, in combination with appearance changes, be a perfect match for infiltration?
Ronan neatly stored away all the passports. These genuine documents might come in handy in the future.
Disguise wasn't a direct combat ability, but it was something he urgently needed.
Next, he took out the pentagram badge the size of a coin from his pocket.
Holding it in his hand, Ronan had a sudden burst of information in his mind: Expend 30 soul fragments! Maintaining for a day requires 3 soul fragments!
The consumption was a bit significant!
Thankfully, he still had stock.
Ronan thought for a moment. Perhaps adding some magic power might reveal something.
But he didn't understand these things, nor did he possess magic power...
Suddenly, he thought of Greasy Magic.
This spell from the handsome old man allowed soul fragments to replace casting. If the badge required magic power to display something different, could soul fragments substitute for it?
Ronan activated psychic vision, summoned the Book of Dominion, took out a soul fragment, and pressed it onto the pentagram of the badge.
No light, no sound, but Ronan clearly felt that something had opened up!
His consciousness touched a space, about the size of 1x1x2, crammed full of things.
His consciousness acted as his eyes, allowing him to easily identify what those things were.
The yellow blocks were undoubtedly gold bars.
Several stacks of banknotes, with denominations in various currencies, were either euros or dollars.
There were probably over a hundred thousand euros and fifty to sixty thousand dollars.
There were also a few precious gemstones and some unidentifiable metals.
The largest item was a curved knife, almost identical to the one the handsome old man had used in the laboratory.
No wonder the handsome old man had been empty-handed at first and then had a knife later on; the knife didn't seem like a decorative piece from the lab.
Unfortunately, the knife was too long and inconvenient to carry, so Ronan threw it away casually.
Ronan realized what this was. He controlled his thoughts, and the stack of banknotes moved out. Immediately, he had an additional stack of US dollars in his hand.
The same applied to the gold bars, the curved knife, and other items.
Ronan put the money back, leaving behind the commonly used items, and stuffed his bag back into the space.
Items of a magician were indeed quite magical.
It was just that the money the handsome old man had left inside the badge was too little.
But considering that the Voodoo Witch used guns for combat, the handsome old man probably kept most of his wealth in the bank to adapt to the times.
After about fifteen minutes, the space in the badge couldn't be opened again. Ronan took out another soul fragment and reopened the space in the badge.
Items that wouldn't be needed in the short term, including those passports, were all put into the badge's space.
Ronan added a line himself: Opening requires 1 soul fragment, lasts for fifteen minutes!
With everything settled Ronan started the car and drove back onto the main road, heading straight for the capital of Guashila, Rioacha.
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