"Hey, he looks pretty energetic. Looks like he can get another injection, hehe."

Halus wore a white demon mask and a black robe.

On his chest was an embroidered black dragon, behind which lay a black coffin, slumbering amidst the blood on the ground.

It is the emblem of the Dragon's Tomb, a branch of the Doomsday Cult.

There is a gold thread on Herus's hood.

This means that his rank in the Dragon's Rest Tomb is "Young Dragon," and he can command fifty followers.

Seeing the tears in Monica's eyes, Harus smiled: "What a strong child. You didn't turn into a monster even after twenty injections. Among all the test subjects, you are the best quality one."

After a month apart, Halus now looked rather horrifying—beneath his robes was a withered torso, with two rows of black spider legs growing from his ribs, swaying gently with his breathing, and between his eyebrows were a pair of spider-like compound eyes.

It resembles a combination of a human and a demon, exuding an eerie aura.

The most important function of the Dragon's Tomb branch is to develop potions. By mixing them with dragon blood and injecting them into adventurers, they can unleash powerful abilities.

However, the cost was too high, and the organization's higher-ups hoped that they could develop a harmless magic potion, and if possible, use the magic potion to mass-produce witches.

The witches' power is undeniable; their only drawback is that they are too few in number.

Even if a contract is signed, it will still consume a portion of the Demon King's power.

The purpose of the Dragon's Tomb is to relieve the Demon King's worries by creating artificial witches that are one level below witches, but can be mass-produced in a systematic and large-scale manner.

Monica was the perfect experimental subject captured by Halus.

She has a high tolerance for potions; in just over twenty days, any other girl would have turned into a twisted, fleshy monster several times over.

But Monica just seemed a little dazed, remaining in human form the whole time.

Furthermore, it broke through from level 28 to level 29, and is almost at the Star Rank.

This phenomenon greatly excited Herus.

The two rows of spider legs on his ribs swayed and throbbed, just like a real black spider climbing.

"Hehehe, I'm going to train the strongest artificial witch and climb to the top of the organization in one fell swoop!"

If this succeeds, it will be a huge achievement, and the higher-ups at Dragon's Rest Tomb will definitely promote him. He will have a chance to advance to the Moon Rank or even the Light Rank in the future.

"Good child, you must hold on for Grandpa's sake."

Halus chuckled as he grabbed Monica's thin arm with the syringe.

Without even looking for a vein, he plunged the large needle all the way into Monica's forearm.

Knowing Monica as Linda does, this little girl would definitely cry her eyes out in pain and develop a phobia of injections.

But Monica now seemed oblivious to the pain, as if her arm wasn't even hers, staring blankly as Halus injected the potion.