Lumian's first reaction after waking up in the grey fog was not to check his physical condition, but to sit up suddenly and look at the table in front of the window.

The three red chestnut flowers and glass bottles containing poplar leaves powder were quietly placed there, carrying a little light that penetrated the thick fog at high altitude.

"She really brought the auxiliary materials in..." Lumian breathed a sigh of relief, turned over and got out of bed, and moved her body.

He was delighted to find that the pain in his neck and back had completely disappeared, and the discomfort in his body was the same.

"Sure enough, the reality has improved, and the dream has recovered, although the injuries on both sides are not equal at all..." Lumian quickly walked to the closet with a full-length mirror, took off his upper body clothes, and looked at himself comprehensively.

The five blood-colored fingerprints, the swollen blue and black and pieces of blood stasis were all gone.

This made Lumian unable to help but suspect that hunting extraordinary monsters last night was just a dream he had.

Fortunately, the crimson thing contained in the cloth bag had a few more copper coins than before and the hunting rifle that was placed aside at the same time proved the reality of the experience.

Lumian calmed down, and with a cloth bag containing crimson things and a large amount of coins, he left the bedroom, headed straight to the first floor, carried a bottle of red wine, flipped through a beer mug, and took a can of basil back

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Of course, he did not forget to bring the measuring cylinder and small balance teaching instruments he bought when he taught his homework.

Looking at the desk full of items, he was a little excited for a moment, and a little nervousness appeared uncontrollably.

Everything is ready, only the potion is left!

Potions are not drinks, they are more dangerous than alcohol. If there is a slight problem, it will cause the person taking the food to die or become a monster.

Lumian took a breath and spit it out slowly, then poured 80 ml of red wine into the beer glass using a measuring cylinder.

He added 10 grams of basil, 5 grams of poplar leaf powder and a red chestnut flower in turn.

There was no abnormality in the whole process. The red liquid in the beer mug had only a little more dregs and a flower floated.

Immediately afterwards, Lumian lifted the cloth bag beside his hand and watched the crimson thing slide into the beer mug.

Silently, the dark red ball seemed to dissolve quickly, but it seemed that all the liquid around it was sucked into its body.

Gulugu bubbles emerged, and the blood color rendered the entire cup. The red chestnut flower had melted at some point.

"Is this the 'hunter' potion?" Lumian swallowed and picked up the beer glass.

The extraordinary power he was pursuing was near.

Without hesitation, Lumian adjusted his breathing, calmed down his emotions, raised his head slightly, and drank the potion directly.

Tons, there seemed to be a pungent smell of blood at the end of his nose, and there was a little auditory hallucination next to his ears.

As soon as he finished drinking the potion and put down the cup, he immediately felt the stinging pain, from every part of his body.

It was so intense that Lumian wondered if what he had drunk was a ball of fire, which was burning his esophagus, stomach bag, heart, lungs, small intestine, large intestine and all blood vessels.

At the same time, a strong smell of rust spread out from his throat.

Keeping in mind the woman's words, he tried his best to control his spirit and prevent himself from fainting directly. In that case, it would probably mean that he was defeated by the potion, and the result could be imagined.

In a daze, Lumian lowered his head and saw that all the blood vessels on the back of his hand were prominent, crisscrossing, dense, and dazzling red.

The sting and burning came and went quickly, and in just two or three seconds, Lumian felt like they were about to disappear.

At this moment, his head buzzed, and a mysterious voice sounded in his ears that seemed to come from infinite heights and seemed to be close to him.

The sound was like steel thorns, inserted into his head and stirred hard.

The near-death experience hit Lumian again, and the burning and stinging that were about to disappear became stronger.

At this moment, Lumian's eyes widened and his hands were clenched. He felt something was about to open his skin and emerge from the flesh and blood.

The grey mist around him seemed to be a little thicker.

The terrifying voice that could not be heard clearly subsided, and the flesh and blood in Lumian's body disappeared like hallucinations.

The terrible sting and burning, the strong smell of rust and blood also disappeared.

Lumian finally breathed a little cool air and regained control of his body.

He couldn't help but bent down, supported his hands on his knees, and gasped heavily.

He understood the danger of pursuing extraordinary powers even more deeply as his sister said.

Just the potion of Sequence 9 almost killed him!

Of course, it was impossible to reach this level, so it can only be said that it was indeed quite dangerous, but at the critical moment, the mysterious sound brought by the special symbol on his chest almost collapsed.

Every breath seemed to have helped Lumian regain some of his strength, and not long after, he felt that he had completely recovered.

Lumian tried to clench his fists, aimed at the air, and waved it hard.

Bang!

He actually made a sound of the airflow bursting.

He had never expected such a power before!

Lumian became more and more excited. He moved his footsteps in the small bedroom and practiced some fighting skills taught by his sister.

Bang bang bang bang!

Every punch could make a crisp sound, and under such a huge movement and in such a cramped environment, he took every step just right and did not touch anything.

After finishing the game, Lumian not only did not feel tired, but was energetic.

He then evaluated his status:

"Nothing worse than Orol...

"No matter the strength, speed, reaction, or control ability of the body, it has been greatly enhanced, and it has a bit of an inhuman taste...

"The strength of bears and the lightness of cats are slightly equal to the complex of the two...

"Without a potion, I may not have reached this level in my life..."

Before he could finish his examination, Lumian suddenly smelled a bloody smell.

He couldn't help but feel tighter and sniffed instinctively.

The next second, he found that he could tell where the source of the bloody smell was.

It comes from his body!

Lumian lowered his head and saw a bloody red back of his hand, as if there were multiple bleeding spots.

He came to the full-body mirror again and found that his face was covered with blood.

Lumian reached out to touch his face, wiped off some blood, but did not see half of the wound.

After thinking for a while, he had some guesses:

"After taking the potion, all the capillaries that Orol said were broken? After absorbing the potion, the wound healed quickly?"

Only the influence of extraordinary factors can explain the current situation.

Since there was no injury, Lumian no longer paid attention to this matter and focused on the sense of smell that seemed to have obvious changes.

As he concentrated, the smell in the air was instantly "decomposed" and penetrated into his nose in different forms.

"The smell of blood, the residual smell of wine, the fragrance of flowers, the smell of dust..." Lumian distinguished it one by one, not even the rather subtle kind.

At the same time, he "sees" the footprints that are not normally visible on the ground, "sees" the different distribution of dust in the bedroom, "hears" the beating of his own heart, "hears" the scraping outside the house.

The breeze...

"The second change is that sensory ability is linearly improved, and the grasp of traces exceeds the level of normal humans... No wonder that monster is so good at tracking..." Lumian was quite happy about this.

Moreover, more importantly, this improvement does not affect his daily life. It requires him to concentrate and present it. It usually exists in a weakened state.

After repeated experiments and self-examination, Lumian found two other changes brought by the "Hunter" potion:

"The third change is to accurately and intuitively find certain key points under the premise of careful observation of the environment, such as how to collapse a wall more easily, which allows me to set traps better and faster

...This can also act on humans, beasts and monsters, allowing me to complete hunting more effectively...

"The fourth change is that there is a little more knowledge of wild plants and animal organs in my mind. This can help me survive better in the wild. After being injured, I can quickly find qualified 'hemostatic medicine', and make and apply it more conveniently when needed.

Poison on weapons…”

After initial confirmation, Lumian couldn't help but feel a little ridiculous:

"Can I actually kill that hunting rifle monster?

"I am much stronger now than I was before, but it is not much weaker than I am now..."

After thinking about it carefully for a while, he summarized two key points:

“Ability is important, mind is equally important!

"Making good use of the environment can effectively enhance one's own strength!"

After thinking about it, Lumian added another sentence in his heart:

"Also, you must not be careless or lose patience at any time..."

He walked to the window and looked at the ruins of dreams again.

An indescribable sense of oppression, fear, and danger immediately surged into his heart, which had never appeared or had not been so strong in the past.
To be continued...