Jace was now holding a limp body in his hand; he moved his hand and flung it aside with ease.
He looked at the left where there was a table filled with money and drugs, and behind the table was a cowering middle-aged man.
He walked towards the terrified man who was holding his head in his legs.
Looking down at the man, Jace held the knife that was in his left side; he hadn't removed it yet.
He pulled out the knife and showed no reaction of pain; after removing it, he just threw it down at the man.
And now the knife was in his brain.
Jace's smile finally disappeared, leaving behind a face with no expression.
He had been smiling this whole time, as a clown should; he showed no reaction when he was hurt or made a sound for that matter.
Khachak!
The potion was digested.
The act was pretty good; when he climbed on the stairs throwing away stealth and the element of surprise, he had done something illogical and unpredictable and it was what a true clown would do, but even then the situation was fairly under control.
Right now the wound in his left side was healing due to the power of the prisoner's knuckle, and the pain had just hit and it... was... excruciating!
For Jace, who had never broken a bone or suffered any serious flesh wound, it was truly the most painful experience in his life.
Other than that, he hadn't exactly escaped unscathed by the flames from when the body he used as a meatshield exploded and burst into flames.
The burns were located at his right side on his arm and shoulder, but they had already healed.
The knife wound did not heal because he hadn't removed the dagger yet, which now he had.
Through the whole process, he never showed a reaction that a clown wouldn't have shown.
And all this led to the potion being digested.
But it was not done yet; the whole endeavor was fairly silent and so quick that Jace believed that only less than 30 seconds had passed since he started walking up the stairs, so he didn't have to worry about people coming here.
He walked to the ground floor and brought the three bodies up.
By now, the corpse that was burning had extinguished, leaving behind a burnt-to-a-crisp body that smelled really bad.
By now his wounds were healed completely, so he removed the prisoner's knuckle and put it away as it wasn't needed.
The Beyonder characteristic hadn't appeared yet, so he looked around and started to loot the money on the table and the corpses.
And seeing the amount of money here, he believed he was going to be fairly rich man.
He finally reached the man he had strangled and looked to the body's right, where an ordinary-looking matte black revolver lay.
That gun was a mystic artifact and a good one at that; Jace had an idea about from which pathway it belonged to.
He wrapped a cloth around his hand and carefully picked up the gun, and safely put it in the bag of money he had just looted.
He looked at the corpses; the Beyonder characteristics had just started appearing.
He wondered if he should make the corpses smile permanently.
Before, he thought that he would almost digest the potion in this act, and he would prepare the corpses in a way that when discovered, the people's reactions would help him fully digest the potion.
But that was unnecessary now that the act was enough to digest it fully.
So Jace stood there for a moment.
He shrugged and decided it would be better to put on a show, as it would fully secure his identity as a clown and gain further acceptance from the potion.
So with a knife he got to work; he added some last touches and it was done.
He collected the Beyonder characteristics.
After that, he brought out all the drugs outside the building and put them right in front of the house.
He lit the fire to burn them; this would also serve as an attraction that patrolling police officers won't ignore.
With that he got out of the area, making his way to his apartment.
Jace wasn't worried about all this being tracked back to him, as he hadn't left any kind of evidence or a medium which could be used against him through divinations.
Aside from that, as a Seer, he had a certain level of resistance to divinations from the opposing side—anti-divination if you will.
At most they would see a clown.
But of course this is only valid if the other party is of the same or lower sequence than Jace.
When he entered his apartment, he removed his attire and took a bath and burnt his clothes of the clown and other props.
Finally he looked at the bag of his spoils, but he was too tired.
Instead he slumped on his bed and used cogitation to fall asleep quickly.