Chapter 30 of 100
Chapter 30
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Lumian's first reaction upon waking in the gray mist was not to check his physical condition, but to sit up abruptly and look toward the table by the window.
The three red chestnut flowers and the vial of white poplar leaf powder were quietly placed there, receiving the faint light that penetrated the thick mist high above.
"She really brought the auxiliary materials in..." Lumian let out a sigh of relief, got out of bed, and stretched his body.
He was delighted to find that the pain in his neck and back had completely disappeared, as had the discomfort in his body.
"Sure enough, when reality is good, the dream recovers as well, even though the injuries on both sides are not at all equal..." Lumian quickly walked to the full-length mirror by the wardrobe, took off his upper body clothing, and thoroughly examined himself.
The five bloody finger marks, the swollen black and blue bruises, and the patches of bruising had all vanished.
This made Lumian unable to help but doubt that last night's hunt of the extraordinary monster was just a dream.
Fortunately, the deep red object in the cloth bag, the increased number of copper coins, and the hunting rifle lying nearby all proved the reality of the experience.
Lumian's heart settled, and he took the cloth bag containing the deep red object, a large amount of coins, and left the bedroom, heading straight to the first floor. He picked up a bottle of red wine, a beer glass, and a jar of basil.
Of course, he did not forget to bring the measuring cylinder and small balance scale that his sister Orol taught him to use for his lessons.
Looking at the items laid out on the desk, he felt a bit excited and a little nervous.
Everything was ready, and all that was left was to mix the potion!
A potion is not a drink; it is more dangerous than alcohol. Any problem could lead to the death or monstrous transformation of the person who consumes it.
Lumian took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, then used the measuring cylinder to pour 80 milliliters of red wine into the beer glass.
He then added 10 grams of basil, 5 grams of white poplar leaf powder, and one red chestnut flower in sequence.
The entire process went smoothly, and the red liquid in the beer glass only had a bit more sediment and a floating flower.
Next, Lumian picked up the cloth bag beside him and watched intently as the deep red object slid into the beer glass.
Silently, the deep red object seemed to dissolve rapidly, but it also appeared as if the surrounding liquid was being absorbed into it.
Bubbles emerged, and the blood-red color spread throughout the glass. The red chestnut flower had somehow dissolved.
"This is the Hunter potion?" Lumian swallowed, picked up the beer glass.
The extraordinary power he had been pursuing was right before his eyes.
Without hesitation, Lumian adjusted his breathing, calmed his emotions, tilted his head back, and drank the potion directly.
Gulp, the pungent smell of blood seemed to enter his nose, and he heard a bit of auditory hallucination.
As soon as he finished the potion and put down the glass, he immediately felt a sharp pain, a pain that came from every part of his body.
It was so intense that Lumian suspected he had drunk a ball of fire, and that the fire was burning his esophagus, stomach, heart, lungs, small intestine, large intestine, and all his blood vessels.
At the same time, a strong taste of iron rust spread in his throat.
Remembering the lady's words, he struggled to control his mind and not pass out, as that would likely mean he had been defeated by the potion, with unimaginable consequences.
In a daze, Lumian lowered his head and saw that the veins on the back of his hand were all prominent, crisscrossing and densely packed, vividly red.
The sharp pain and burning came and went quickly, and after just a few seconds, Lumian felt they were about to disappear.
At that moment, his head buzzed, and a mysterious voice, seemingly from an infinitely high place yet close by, echoed in his ears.
The voice was like steel needles piercing his head, stirring it forcefully.
The near-death experience struck Lumian again, and the burning and sharp pain, which had almost disappeared, intensified.
At that moment, Lumian's eyes widened, and his hands clenched tightly, feeling something trying to break through his skin and emerge from his flesh.
The surrounding gray mist seemed to thicken.
The terrifying voice, which he could not hear clearly, subsided, and the writhing of his flesh and blood disappeared like an illusion.
The terrible sharp pain and burning, the strong taste of iron rust and blood, also vanished.
Lumian finally breathed in the cool air again and regained control of his body.
He couldn't help but bend over, placing his hands on his knees, and took deep breaths.
He understood the danger of pursuing extraordinary power, as his sister had warned him, even more deeply.
Just a Sequence 9 potion had almost cost him his life!
Of course, it wouldn't have reached this level normally; it was just very dangerous. But at the critical moment, the mysterious voice brought by the special symbol on his chest almost made him collapse.
Each breath seemed to restore a part of his strength, and before long, he felt completely recovered.
Lumian tried to clench his fist, aimed at the air, and swung it forcefully.
Bang!
He actually produced a sound of air bursting.
He had never dared to hope for such power before!
Lumian became even more excited and began practicing a certain combat technique his sister had taught him in the small bedroom.
Bang, bang, bang!
Each punch produced a crisp sound, and despite the loud noise and the confined space, each step he took was precise, not touching anything.
After finishing the set, Lumian felt not tired but invigorated.
He then assessed his condition:
"Not worse than Orol...
"Whether in strength, speed, reaction, or control of the body, I have greatly improved, almost to a superhuman level...
"Both the strength of a bear and the agility of a cat, a combination of both...
"Without the potion, I might never have reached this level in my life..."
Before he finished his assessment, Lumian suddenly smelled a bloody odor.
He couldn't help but feel a bit tense and instinctively sniffed the air.
The next second, he realized he could identify the source of the bloody odor.
It came from his body!
Lumian lowered his head and saw that the back of his hand was covered in blood, as if there were multiple bleeding points.
He went to the full-length mirror and found that his face was also covered in blood.
Lumian wiped his face with his hand, removing some of the blood, but saw no wounds.
After some thought, he had a guess:
"Did the potion I just took cause all the capillaries to break, as Orol said? And did the wounds heal quickly after absorbing the potion?"
Only the influence of the extraordinary factor could explain the current situation.
Since there were no wounds, Lumian no longer paid attention to this and focused on his apparently enhanced sense of smell.
As he concentrated, the various scents in the air were instantly "decomposed" and entered his nose in different forms.
"Blood, residual alcohol, flower fragrance, the smell of dust..." Lumian identified each one, not missing even the subtlest.
At the same time, he "saw" the footprints on the ground that were normally invisible, "saw" the distribution of dust in the bedroom, "heard" his own heartbeat, and "heard" the breeze outside the house...
"The second change is a significant enhancement of sensory abilities, surpassing the normal human level in terms of trace detection... No wonder that monster was so good at tracking..." Lumian was quite pleased.
Moreover, the most important thing was that this enhancement did not affect his daily life and only manifested when he concentrated, existing in a weakened form otherwise.
After repeated experiments and self-assessment, Lumian found two more changes brought by the Hunter potion:
"The third change is that, under detailed observation of the environment, I can accurately and intuitively find certain key points, such as how to more easily collapse a wall. This will help me set traps better and faster... It can also be applied to humans, beasts, and monsters, making me more effective in hunting...
"The fourth change is that I have gained some knowledge of wild plants and animal organs, which will help me survive better in the wild, quickly find qualified 'hemostatic medicine' when injured, and more conveniently make poison to apply to weapons when needed..."
After the initial confirmation, Lumian couldn't help but feel a bit absurd:
"I actually managed to defeat that hunting rifle monster?
"The current me is much stronger than the previous me, and it is not much weaker than the current me..."
After serious reflection, he summarized two key points:
"Ability is important, but the mind is equally important!
"Utilizing the environment can effectively enhance one's strength!"
After some thought, Lumian added in his mind:
"Also, never be careless or lose patience at any time..."
He walked to the window and looked at the dream ruins again.
An indescribable sense of oppression, fear, and danger surged in his heart, something he had never felt before or not so strongly.
"Ah, the fifth change is an enhanced intuition..." Lumian nodded lightly.
He went to the bathroom, washed his body with clear water, changed into another set of clothes, and took the money, lying back on the bed.
He wanted to return to reality as soon as possible to see if the Hunter ability he had obtained had been brought out and whether it had weakened.
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