Mistbound Chronicles: Lumian's Legacy Novel Chapter 27

Lumian's first reaction after waking up in the gray fog was not to check his physical condition. Instead, he sat up suddenly and looked at the table in front of the window.

The three red chestnut flowers and the glass bottle containing poplar leaf powder were quietly placed there, receiving a little light that penetrated the dense fog in the sky.

"She really sent in the supporting materials..." Lumian breathed a sigh of relief, got out of bed, and moved around.

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, the reality has improved, and the dream has also recovered. Although the injuries on both sides are not equal at all..." Lumian quickly came to the wardrobe with a full-length mirror, took off his upper body clothes, and took a comprehensive look. Own.

The five bloody fingerprints, the swollen bruises, and the bruises were all missing.

This made Lumian couldn't help but suspect that hunting the extraordinary monster last night was just a dream he had.

Fortunately, the crimson mass in the bag, the wealth that was a few more copper coins than before, and the shotgun placed aside all proved the reality of that experience.

Lumian's heart settled down. He left the bedroom with a bag containing crimson things and a large amount of coins, went straight to the first floor, picked up a bottle of red wine, flipped through a beer glass, and came back with a can of basil. .

Of course, he did not forget to bring the measuring cylinder, small scale and other teaching instruments that his sister Aurore bought when she taught him homework.

Looking at the desk filled with items, he was a little excited for a moment, but also uncontrollably a little nervous.

Everything is ready, all that's left is to mix the potion!

Magic potion is not a drink, it is more dangerous than alcohol. The slightest problem will cause the person who takes it to die or mutate into a monster.

Lumian took a breath and exhaled it slowly, then used a measuring cylinder to pour 80 ml of red wine into the beer glass.

He successively added 10 croles, 5 grams of poplar leaf powder and a red chestnut flower.

There was no abnormality in the whole process. Compared with before, the red liquid in the beer glass only had a little more dregs and a flower on it.

Immediately afterwards, Lumian lifted the cloth bag next to him and watched intently as the crimson mass slid into the beer glass.

Silently, the crimson mass seemed to dissolve quickly, but it also seemed that all the surrounding liquid was sucked into its body.

Bubbles bubbled up, blood filled the cup, and the red chestnut flower melted away at some point.

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

The extraordinary power he had been seeking was within reach.

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

Tons, tons, tons, there seemed to be a pungent smell of blood entering his nose, and he had some auditory hallucinations in his ears.

As soon as he finished drinking the potion and put down the cup, he immediately felt a tingling sensation coming from every part of his body.

This was so intense that Lumian wondered if what he drank was a ball of fire, and that fire was burning his esophagus, stomach pouch, heart, lungs, small intestine, large intestine, and all blood vessels.

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

Remembering the lady's words, he tried his best to control his spirit and prevent himself from fainting. That 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 highlighted, crisscrossed, densely packed, and bright red.

The stinging and burning went away as quickly as they came, but after two or three seconds, Lumian had a feeling that they were about to disappear.

At this moment, his head buzzed, and the mysterious voice that seemed to come from an infinite height and seemed to be close to him sounded in his ears again.

The sound was like steel thorns inserted into his head, stirring vigorously.

The near-death experience struck Lumian again, and the burning and stinging that had almost disappeared became stronger.

At this moment, Lumian's eyes widened and he clenched his hands, feeling that something was about to open his skin and come out of his flesh.

The gray fog around him seemed to be thicker.

The horrifying sound that could not be heard clearly subsided, and the wriggling of flesh and blood in Lumian's body disappeared like an hallucination.

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

Lumian finally breathed in the cool air again and regained control of his body.

He couldn't help but bend his back, put his hands on his knees, and gasped for air.

He understood more deeply what his sister had said about the dangers of pursuing extraordinary powers.

Just the Sequence 9 potion almost killed him!

Of course, originally it was not possible to reach this level, and it can only be said that it was indeed more dangerous, but at the critical moment, the mysterious sound brought by the special symbol on his chest made him almost collapse.

Every gasp seemed to allow Lumian to regain some of his strength, and it didn't take long before he felt like he had completely recovered.

Lumian tried to clench his fist, pointed it at the air, and swung it hard.

boom!

He actually made the sound of air bursting.

He had never dreamed of possessing such power before!

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

Bang bang bang!

Each of his punches could make a crisp sound, and under such a big movement and in such a cramped environment, every step he took was just right, without touching anything.

After playing one set, Lumian not only did not feel tired, but was in high spirits.

He immediately assessed his own situation:

"No worse than Aurore...

"No matter the strength, speed, reaction, or ability to control the body, they have all been greatly enhanced, and it feels a bit inhuman...

"It has the strength of a bear and the agility of a cat, which is roughly a combination of the two..."

"Without the magic potion, I might never reach this level in my life..."

Before he finished examining it, Lumian suddenly smelled the smell of blood.

He couldn't help but feel tight in his heart and sniffed instinctively.

The next second, he found that he could actually identify the source of the smell of blood.

It comes from his body!

Lumian lowered his head and saw that the back of his hand was red, as if there were multiple bleeding spots.

He came to the full-length mirror again and found that his face was also covered in blood.

Lumian reached out to his face and wiped away some of the blood, but he didn't see half of the wound.

After thinking for a while, he had a certain guess:

"After taking the magic potion just now, all the capillaries that Aurore said were broken? After absorbing the magic potion, the wound healed quickly?"

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

Since there was no injury, Lumian stopped paying attention to this matter and focused on his sense of smell, which seemed to have changed significantly.

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

"The smell of blood, residual alcohol, flowers, dust..." Lumian identified them one by one, even the subtle ones.

At the same time, he "saw" the normally invisible footprints on the ground, "saw" the different distribution of dust in the bedroom, "heard" the beating of his own heart, and "heard" the wind blowing outside the house. The breeze...

"The second change is that the sensory abilities have improved sharply, and the grasp of traces has surpassed the level of normal humans... No wonder the monster is so good at tracking..." Lumian was quite pleased with this.

And, more importantly, this improvement does not affect his daily life. It requires his concentration to appear. It usually only exists in a weakened version.

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

"The third change is that under the premise of careful observation of the environment, I can accurately and intuitively find certain key points, such as how to collapse a wall more easily. This allows me to set traps better and faster. …This also works on humans, beasts, and monsters, allowing me to hunt more efficiently…

"The fourth change is that I have more knowledge about 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 it more convenient to apply it when needed." Poison on weapons..."

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

"I was able to kill that shotgun monster?

"The me now is much, much stronger than the me before, and it is not much weaker than the me now..."

After thinking carefully for a while, he concluded two key points:

"Ability is important, but brains are equally important!

"Using the environment well can effectively enhance your own strength!"

After thinking about it, Lumian added in his mind:

"Also, never be careless or lose patience at any time..."

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

An indescribable sense of oppression, fear, and danger immediately surged into his heart. This was something he had never seen before or was not so strong.

"Well, the fifth change is that some kind of intuition has been enhanced..." Lumian nodded slightly.

He went to the bathroom, washed his body with clean water, changed into another set of clothes, took the money, and lay down on the bed again.

He wanted to return to reality quickly to see if the "Hunter" ability he had acquired had been taken out, and if so, whether it had decayed.

The village of Kordu was very quiet in the middle of the night. The high-altitude clouds covered the red moon and stars, making the deep darkness the ruler of this area.

Lumian felt extremely comfortable looking at this night scene.

In reality, he has become an extraordinary person, and compared with the dream, his ability is not weakened at all!

Guided by intuition, Lumian unbuttoned his shirt and looked down at his chest.

The black symbol that looked like a chain of thorns was slowly fading.

"It also appeared in reality..." Lumian felt a little uneasy for no reason.

And the blue-black symbol that should have been pressed on the thorn chain seems to only exist in dreams.

Suddenly, Lumian's head moved and he raised his head.

On the elm tree not far away, the owl from wizard legend was looking at him quietly.