Chapter 143-142- Metamorphosis
After a tube of blood was drawn, Rant's life returned to the bottom again and nothing changed.
He still tried his best, but he could only barely reach a level of improvement. The harder he tried, the more depressed he felt.
Seeing how desperate he was, the divine servant who also served as his magic guide no longer had the same harsh attitude as at the beginning. However, she often spoke with pity about him, calling him a "poor fellow who was powerless to change his fate."
Obviously, she had foreseen a future in which he would be unable to change the outcome due to his limited talent.
Lant always endured these taunts silently, almost never refutating them. Only when Abela's words occasionally involved his deceased parents would he stiffen his neck and whisper a few words of defense.
At other times, he would even agree with the words of the divine servant lady in his heart.
He really wasn't worthy of being the Witch-sama's student, and he himself thought so.
Just like the favor of the previous Demon King, it was just a ray of accidental light to the demon clan. For an ordinary demon boy like him who came from a grassroots background, becoming a student of the Silver Witch might be an unattainable dream.
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Just as Lant was drowning in self-pity and shrouded in the shadow of "the coming judgment" all day long, Yvette found new things to do in her experiment with rune medicine.
Her soul brain carries the scientifically advanced AI model, the "Sage's Core." As a cutting-edge model from Black Tower Pharmaceuticals, the Sage's Core not only specializes in pharmaceuticals, but its vast database also contains a vast array of rune maps of genetic sequences, making it an excellent tool for studying the underlying laws of life.
With the help of the Sage's Core analysis, Yvette quickly confirmed that there were indeed abnormalities in Lant's blood - or the genes of the demon race. Some rune sequences that were obviously embedded externally were wrapped around the original gene chain like ropes, like invisible shackles, locking the normal expression of large areas of genes, making these gene sequences abandoned.
Is this the so-called "Demon's Curse"?
If these embedded sequences are released, can the sealed talents of the demon race be released again?
She was immediately interested. After all, the study of rune medicine required extensive practical experience, but in reality, it often suffered from a lack of suitable "topics." It was like aspiring to be a master puzzle solver but unable to find sufficiently complex puzzles to hone your skills.
These mysterious embedded rune sequences in the demon race's genes are simply an excellent subject for scientific research.
With a strong interest in exploration and the purpose of practicing, Yvette began to deeply analyze the genetic sequence of the demon race and began to look for ways to crack and remove it.
In the repeated research and attempts, a year has passed in the blink of an eye.
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Yvette has set a three-year probation period for Rand, at the end of which there will be an assessment to determine whether he can successfully become a regular employee.
With only five months left before the end of the probation period, Lant's increasingly severe anxiety made it almost impossible for him to meditate. He took the initiative to move out and built himself a simple iron shed using picked up discarded metal sheets beside a roaring waterfall in the dense forest of the Ish Mountains.
The environment here was not comfortable, nor was it safe, but the deafening sound of the waterfall brought a strange tranquility that barely suppressed his inner anxiety.
Moreover, he has some combat capability now. As long as he doesn't encounter a very strong second-order deformer, keeping his life will not be a problem.
That night, after finishing his meditation practice under the waterfall, Lant, who was soaked all over, just climbed onto the shore and saw the figure of the servant girl standing quietly not far away.
His heart tightened, but he still stepped forward respectfully and whispered in a humble tone: "Sister Abella, what can I do for you?"
The divine servant handed him a glass bottle with an expressionless face. The bottle contained a strange and sticky green liquid.
"Master gave you this medicine," she said coldly. "Drink it. I'll come over in a couple of days to draw a tube of blood. Be prepared."
Lant looked at the bottle of strange liquid that exuded an ominous aura and was easily reminiscent of poison. Without the slightest hesitation, he tilted his head back and drank the green potion in one gulp. Then he said hoarsely, "I understand."
The noble and cold divine servant lady nodded slightly, turned around and disappeared into the night.
Over the next few days, Lant felt some subtle changes in his body, though he couldn't quite describe what they were. A few days later, the divine servant arrived as promised, drew a tube of his blood, and then left.
A few days later, she showed up again and the process was exactly the same, which was to hand over new medicine and come back for blood draw a few days later.
However, the colors of the medicines brought each time were all strange, and the body's reactions after taking them were also different. Sometimes it was a tearing pain, and sometimes it was an unbearable itch. The feeling was stronger each time, which was a double torture from the physical to the mental. It was hard not to wonder if he was being used as a guinea pig for some kind of experiment, and the assessment had ended early.
But he said nothing, remaining silent throughout, silently enduring it all. Deep down, he even hoped that one day he would die as a test subject under these potions. This would not only repay the witch for saving his life, but also escape the despair brought by the failure of the expedition, which would be a kind of relief.
Another three months.
During this period, as a drug test guinea pig, Rant's body did not undergo any drastic changes. Those drugs seemed to be simply meant to make him feel pain, sometimes even suffocating to the point of death.
One month before the final assessment, an accident happened one night at the place where Lant was practicing.
It was an uninvited intruder, a two-stage deformed dog monster. Having dealt with the demons frequently in recent times, Lant immediately tensed up and entered combat mode. In the pitch-black forest, he engaged the dog monster, repeatedly counterattacking with his fragile techniques.
For Lant, the second-stage deformed monsters had already reached the limit of what he could handle. Unfortunately, this dog monster was a particularly ferocious one. In addition, he had little magic power, poor control, and some spells could not be cast instantly. He was soon chased by the dog monster and fled.
But the dog monster quickly caught up with him and bit him. Lant condensed the flames, forcing the dog monster to close its mouth again, and then pushed hard, knocking him out. He rolled twice on the ground and let out several screams.
Although this attack avoided the risk of infection from the canine bite, the huge impact also broke his ribs. What was even more fatal was that his magic power was exhausted. In this dark forest, no one would come to save him. This was the consequence he was destined to bear when he decided to move here.
Lant gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and stood up again. He stared at the dog monster before him, using all his strength to squeeze out the last bit of magic power in his body, growling. He couldn't die here. He still had a great revenge to avenge. He had to hold on until the day of the assessment, to see the outcome of that beautiful dream, even if it was ultimately a pipe dream.
The dog monster pounced again. In an instant, it seemed as if he heard the sound of something breaking. Lant felt a cool power surging in his body, supporting his body again and dodging flexibly to the side.
Under the influence of that power, his body seemed to have turned into a huge black hole, and began to absorb all the elements in the surrounding area, gathering them around him. The consumed magic power also recovered at an unimaginable speed.
Suddenly, spells that had previously been impossible to control became instantly available, and those difficult-to-control magics became effortless. Lant had no idea what was happening, but he knew he couldn't afford to lose focus during a life-or-death battle. A fierce wind gathered around his fist, and he launched a powerful punch forward, sending the ferocious dog flying!
The dog monster's massive body slammed into the tree, knocking it sideways. It clearly didn't understand how the young man, who had just been so fragile, could suddenly become so ferocious. With a wail, it turned and fled into the darkness, disappearing without a trace.
Lant stood there in a daze, and it was not until a long time later that he came to his senses and realized that he had actually driven away the evil demon in one go.
But is this me?
He lowered his head and saw some white light on his hands. Judging from the patterns, they seemed to be magic patterns unique to the demon race, but usually those magic patterns were dark purple and were just decorations. They had never shown such abnormal glowing properties as they did now.
He walked back to the pool under the waterfall and lowered his head. His current appearance was reflected on the water. His dark purple hair, magic patterns and pupils had all turned white, emitting a striking fluorescence in the dark night. His aura had also become completely different. Although his face was as childish as before, under the reflection of the hair, magic patterns and eyes, he actually showed a bit of majesty, which could even be described as domineering.
The most important thing is that in this special form, he will crazily absorb external elemental energy, and the magic power in his body is endless. At the same time, his control and magic pressure have also risen to a higher level. The same technique, but the power is incomparable!
This is... me?
Lant stretched out his hand in a daze and scratched his face. At this moment, he noticed something belatedly. He raised his head and looked at the cliff above the waterfall. He found that the witch with silver hair like a waterfall and the servant lady with black hair like ink seemed to have been standing there for a long time. He didn't know how long they had been looking at him.
He was stunned for a moment, and immediately thought of those medicines, those medicines that tortured him for many days and made him suffer.
Was it the effect of those drugs? Was it the witch who took pity on me and gave me those potions, which led to such a huge transformation?
In an instant, like a runaway child who, after days of wandering, suddenly realizes his parents have been quietly following him nearby, Lant burst into tears, his vision blurred by tears. He had always believed that the witch didn't care about him, that she had long been disappointed in him, and that asking the divine servant to test the medicine on him was just a small way to make use of the waste.
He suddenly fell to his knees and kowtowed towards the waterfall, and even the glowing lines on his forehead were smashed into a bloody mess.
(End of this chapter)
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