Curse Pathway: Magic Curse

For the 5th part of the magical potion of the Titan's ritual, he chooses the curse path.

The main ingredient, was none other than that 3rd rank Necrotic Flower.

This dark magic plant that was said to only be irrigated with transcendent flesh and blood.

In the dimly lit lab, Eleazar prepares the ingredients for mixing the magic potion.

Taking out the small silver knife that cuts the material, he gently slits his wrist and bleeds into the container on the scale.

"One hundred milliliters, hmm... That's about right."

Get everything ready and start boiling the medicine.

"100 ml of pure water, boiled..."

"Add 100 milliliters of fresh blood..."

"Stir it to prevent it from solidifying."

"Add one eyeball of the Spiteful Spellbinder..."

"Join the werewolf nails..."

"Add the hair of the Berserker..."

"Add one vampire fang..."

Slowly stirring the potion, Eleazar glanced at the warlock beside him who had provided the ingredients.

"Is it all this dark material on your end?"

"Uh-huh." Fina nodded softly.

The witch turned back, "I've also drunk this magic potion, so you can put curses on people from now on too!"

"It's hard for you guys to drink this stuff..."

Eleazar sighs and throws in the Necrotic Flower.

Finally, alchemy powder is added to infuse spirituality and activate the awakening.

3rd level curse path: magic spell, blending complete!

A pot of alchemical potion filled with dark winds, the surface of which was covered with dense writing that looked like tiny wriggling worms.

3rd order magic potion, just drink it directly, no need for a specific occasion or opportunity.

Eleazar poured the potion into a cup, then turned his head to look at the two men.

"For the few days I'm taking the magic potion, you guys have to be good and not fight..."

Fina tidied the herbs lightly.

"We're busy, and you'd better wake up soon and help with this."

Another table in the lab was covered with various herbs.

The two women are picking, baking, grinding, bottling...

Looking at the way they were working in earnest, Eleazar had to swallow the rest of his words.

Tilting his head back and pouring down the magic potion, feeling the toxicity blast through his body, he covered his chest and slowly fell to his knees, looking down he saw the backs of his hands, the exposed skin, all crawling with tiny runes like worms, and finally his consciousness slowly died out.

Feeling the link to her destiny disconnected once again, Evelea silently turned back to the herbs and continued to work on them.

It was an uncomfortable feeling that she could never get used to, no matter how many times she experienced it...

Fina stifled a yawn as she looked at the pile of herbs in front of her that she had no idea how long it would take to bake.

"I'm going to bed, I'll get it tomorrow."

Releasing a 4th ranked legendary spell, she had been very depleted today, and now she finally couldn't hold out any longer.

With that, she got up and walked upstairs to her bedroom to rest.

The witch bristled, and after finishing grinding the herbs in her hands, she stood up as well.

Day 1; peaceful slumber.

The next day; peaceful slumber.

The third day; still sleeping peacefully.

Witcher, who was covered in magic spells, passed through the mutation period very calmly without a single movement for 3 consecutive days.

There was no more of the violent movements that he had experienced the first time he took the Air Island Magic Pill, which proved that his body seemed to have gradually adapted to the toxicity of the high-grade magic pills.

This was a very amazing change, meaning that high level magic potions were no longer a life threat to him.

On the fourth day, Fina, who was baking herbs, suddenly whipped her head around and saw him sitting up from the floor.

The black runes that covered the entire body all crawled into the center of his eyebrows like worms and hid, followed by a pair of pitch black eyes without whites that opened.

[Magic Potion: 1000/1000]

Eleazar covers his severed head for a long while, waiting for the transcendental activity in his body to calm down before turning his head to look around.

Not much changed from before the coma, the lab was dimly lit and silent, and Fina, sitting on a high stool, cast a concerned glance.

"Is it just you, where did that guy go?"

"She went to rest."

Seeing him questioning another woman as soon as he woke up, Fina silently withdrew her gaze and continued baking herbs.

"I didn't mean that!"

Eleazar snapped out of it and gave a quick explanation, walking over to rub her shoulders again.

Fina closed her eyes and grunted a few times, then crossed her footstool and leaned back her upper body, raising her head to meet the gentle eyes above her.

"Are you hungry?"

"Kind of..."

Eleazar returned honestly.

It wasn't true that they were Transcendents, but it wasn't like they were gods, they still needed to take in outside nutrition to maintain their survival instincts.

Fina got up and pulled him, "Go up then, I'll make you dinner."

Back on the ground, Eleazar waited expectantly for a moment.

It wasn't long before Aomame, wearing a white apron with her hair pulled back and full of virtuous looks, came out with a midnight snack.

Mixed soups, casserole of lamb, hot white bread, the aroma of meat mixed with the aroma of flour.

He puffed out his cheeks and feasted painfully.

"Had enough?" Fina held her chin.

Wiping the gravy from his dinner plate with the last piece of bread and putting it in his mouth with intent to swallow, Eleazar picked up his handkerchief and wiped his mouth.

"No!"

...

Evelea walks into the basement at dawn with a bad look in her eyes.

"Are you guys doing something bad behind my back again!?"

The two men who were working on the herbs looked up.

Eleazar glared at her in dismay.

"All you do is sleep all day long, come over here and do something!"

"Oooh, you liar!"

...

There were just too many low-ranked herbs collected from the druids, and they had to rush to make finished products, or semi-finished products to store before the magic plants completely withered.

Either made into a potion or ground into a powder.

Eleazar thought for a moment and stood up to set up the crucible.

"Forget it, make some potions."

Fina looked up at him.

"We have a collection of space crystals, you don't have anything like that, be careful of being sensed by others with transcendent powers on you."

That's the bad thing about surviving in the Holy Light Kingdom, potions, equipment, spell props, the more of these things you prepare, the easier it is for people to find them.

"Just for you guys." Eleazar glanced at the two.

"Aiya, there's no need to waste herbs, we'll just go straight to death if we're hit with an abnormal status~"

"Doesn't it hurt you guys to die every day?"

Witch: "Get used to it~"

Warlock: "It's okay..."

Eleazar had no choice but to say, "Make some recovery potion then."

[Potent Recovery Potion] x20

[Multi-resistant Combination] x10

The witch stared blankly at the supposedly all-powerful concoction, "The toxicity of some concoctions is close to catching up with magic potions, if this potion's effect is really that strong, are you sure that we'll drink this when we're hit with an abnormal state... We won't be poisoned to death?"

Eleazar glanced at her, "The toxicity won't be very high, don't worry, I think it's better if you guys try to avoid death in the future."

"Don't keep cheating Death, people have tempers too."