Free Web NovelChapter 105: Chapter 72: Offline
A High-Potency Magic Potion with a 91% concentration. The "high-potency" part of its name wasn’t just for show.
The moment the viscous, syrup-like Magic Potion entered his mouth, Sean felt as if he was about to burst into flames.
"So hot..."
It was as if a ball of fire had suddenly erupted inside Sean, giving him the strange sensation of soaking in the Saintess’s bathtub.
Driven by the potion’s effects, the blood in his veins began to boil, searing his skin crimson. The faint smell of roasting meat even seemed to hang in the air.
Charles sniffed the air and couldn’t help but say, "Bro, you smell amazing."
Lante promptly kicked him out of the room.
Sean was their most respected client, and he was at a critical juncture. Was this really the time for jokes?
Charles felt incredibly wronged. ’Didn’t you tell me to build a good rapport with Sean?’ he thought. freёwebnovel.com
’This is just how us young people talk!’
However, Lante gave him no chance to explain, directly ordering him to stand guard at the door and forbid anyone except Elvire and Elise from approaching.
Sean wanted to put in a good word for Charles. He wasn’t a very serious person himself and didn’t mind a harmless joke. Unfortunately, he couldn’t speak. The High-Potency Potion, more potent than last night’s three bottles of "poison" combined, left him unable to spare a single thought. He could clearly feel the cells inside him rapidly expanding, as if he were about to burst.
"Mr. Sean, can you still hear me?" Lante asked, keeping a close eye on Sean’s condition.
Sean managed a pained nod. "Yes."
Lante immediately encouraged him. "I know you’re suffering right now. You might feel like you can’t bear it, but you have to believe in yourself."
"The effects of the High-Potency Magic Potion are intense, but in terms of sheer destructiveness, it’s far less damaging than the three Magic Potions you downed last night. The pain you feel is just your body struggling to adapt to your newly enhanced cells. If you can just get through the next few minutes, the pain will stop."
Of course, Sean could handle it.
He just hadn’t expected this Magic Potion to be so much more powerful than the last batch; the searing heat had caught him completely off guard. Still, he had been mentally prepared for something like this ever since he’d agreed to Lante’s new formula. He had dared to take a punch from a Tier Five Puppet head-on and survived. What was a little burning pain in comparison?
’No big deal. A walk in the park.’
It just made him thrash and roll around on the bed. That’s all.
Lante hadn’t been lying.
After about five minutes of agony, his body seemed to acclimate to the pain. Sean felt the internal heat and swelling pressure begin to slowly subside. It was replaced by a satisfying ache, like soaking in a hot bath after dragging an exhausted body home from intense exercise. To his surprise, it even felt... a little pleasant. frёeωebɳovel.com
The thought left Sean feeling startled and a little disturbed.
’Theoretically, swelling is swelling and pain is pain. A normal body should never enjoy such things.’
’This was supposed to be an agonizing process, yet I’m starting to find it pleasant.’
’Have I awakened some kind of weird trait?’
Meanwhile, Lante watched as the pained expression on Sean’s face gradually eased, replaced by one of enjoyment. He finally let out a long sigh, his heart at ease.
In reality, those few minutes hadn’t been that difficult to get through. Although Sean had been writhing in pain on the bed, from Lante’s perspective, this clinical reaction wasn’t severe. Those who truly couldn’t withstand the potion’s potency never got the chance to writhe—their bodies would simply explode before anyone had a chance to save them. Besides, the results from the dozen or so previous Magic Potions had already told him that Sean would be fine.
It was just that until he saw Sean adapt to the potion with his own eyes, he couldn’t help but worry.
After all, it was his first time concocting a Magic Potion with a 91% concentration.
And it was Sean’s first time drinking one.
It was a first for both of them. A little nervousness was only natural and quite unavoidable.
Seeing Sean settle into the process, his body beginning to absorb the Magic Potion’s properties and his abnormally flushed skin returning to its natural color, Lante fell silent, not wanting to disturb him.
Based on the results from the previous tests, Lante estimated that the absorption process would take two to three days, though the exact duration depended on Sean himself. It was like an IV drip; some patients feel pain if the drip is too fast, while others feel nothing. The only difference was that Sean had no "doctor" to give him advice—he had to rely on his own judgment.
Lante planned to stay in the room and watch over Sean during this time.
If anything went wrong, he would take immediate action to ensure Sean’s survival.
This meant he was in for another two to three days of anxiety.
In truth, this was already incredibly fast. According to strict theoretical calculations, absorbing a 100ml, 91% concentration High-Potency Magic Potion should have taken one or two months. Lante had already thrown out the fundamental principles of Alchemy and human physiology. He was trying his best to evaluate Sean’s physical condition based on actual performance, whether it aligned with the principles of Mysticism or not.
But what Lante didn’t expect was that even then, he was still underestimating Sean.
Forget two to three days—Sean didn’t even take half a day. The entire process took him only two to three hours.
At that moment, Elvire had just received a call from the hospital. They told her that Witch Lante had come to see Sean again, but this time, he’d entered the room and hadn’t come out for a long while. He even had his apprentice guarding the door, preventing anyone from getting near.
Elvire flew into a rage. "Why didn’t you tell me sooner?!" she roared.
She didn’t need to guess to know what was happening. ’Sean must be trying to get himself killed again.’
