Counterattack

Dave felt as if he had stopped breathing.

A normal acolyte…There was no reason for them to stand outside someone else's door and not make a sound, right?

He stopped and waited for half a minute, but the shadow still did not move.

Dave's muscles were all tensed up, so stiff that he could barely move.

Who could it be?

As expected, that organization was not completely eradicated. Was it the remaining remnants that came looking for him?

Or was it just another apprentice?

If it was the latter, it was impossible for him to remain silent until now. They should at least knock on the door, right?

Dave put his hand on his chest and felt something familiar.

At the very least, he was not unprepared.

"Is there anyone outside?"

Dave carefully walked toward the door and tried to ask a question.

It was still quiet outside. There was no response.

But the shadow was still on the ground, not even moving.

It was currently afternoon, and most of the level 3 acolytes were working in various laboratories and posts.

There were very few acolytes on the 32nd floor. Even if there were, most of them were still in their rooms.

Dave knew that he was about to face the first real danger he had ever faced since he stepped into this world.

The last time he was in the market, he had run away decisively after realizing that something was wrong. In fact, he had not encountered danger head-on.

But now, it was different.

The porthole in the room could barely allow him to stuff his head out.

The only door leading to the outside world was this door.

It was impossible to escape.

And if he continued to stay stiff, even though the door was made of thick metal, it could only block ordinary people.

However, it was impossible to expect a mage apprentice.

It was still quiet outside. Even the small noises made by the acolytes in the other rooms seemed to have disappeared.

If it weren't for the shadow standing there, Dave would have thought that he was hallucinating.

Suddenly, a creaking sound came from the door. The keyhole in the door handle began to turn with something.

Even though the door was locked from the inside, Dave felt like someone would break in at any moment.

"I can't continue being passive like this!"

Dave gritted his teeth and decided to strike first.

After knowing that he was being targeted, he did his best to prepare.

He reached out and took out a cloth bag from his pocket. There were twenty tubes of red medicine inside.

Each tube was only as thick as a finger, and they didn't look like much, but Dave knew that they were powerful.

The famous Explosive Potion was popular among acolytes because of its good effects, convenience, and low cost.

These 20 were all the results of his potion refinement in the past few days.

And now, it was time for them to show their power!

Dave tore off a few strips of cloth from the hem of his clothes and tied the tubes into a bundle, making four grenades.

He weighed the grenade in his hand and held it with his right hand. Dave put his left hand on the doorknob, took a deep breath, and adjusted his body to the best condition.

He might retreat in the face of danger, but there was no way to avoid it. What else could he do other than risk his life?

Dave counted down from five to one. He pressed his foot against the door and opened the door a little.

The man outside didn't expect Dave to open the door, so he didn't react in time.

Dave took the chance and threw the potion out. Then he leaned forward and blocked the door.

A moment later, a bundle of explosive potions smashed into the opposite wall.

"Boom!"

A deafening explosion sounded in his ears, and a scorching heat wave instantly surged through the gap in the door.

The violent shockwave shook Dave, who was leaning against the iron door as if a giant elephant had hit the door.

Fortunately, the iron door was still strong. Although it was deformed, Dave was only dizzy from the impact.

Dave took out another bundle of potions.

The pungent smell of the Explosive Potion filled Dave's nostrils. The shadow on the ground had disappeared, but Dave was not sure if the guy outside had really been killed.

Although his heart ached, it was obvious that his life was more important.

He twisted the door handle and realized that the lock seemed to have been blown up. The door could not be opened at all.

However, the deformed part of the door revealed a large gap.

Without hesitation, Dave threw the potion out through the crack.

"Boom!"

This time, the door was completely deformed. The shockwave from the explosion had knocked it out of the door frame.

"Cough cough!"

Dave took a few steps back from the shock wave and removed the door that was in a sorry state.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of the medicine, and the scene outside the door had completely changed.

The corridor and walls within a radius of several meters were scorched black by the high temperature released in an instant. The oil lamp on the wall was blown up.

The materials used to build the tower were very special. In the face of such an explosion that could destroy ordinary buildings, it was actually unscathed.

In the corridor, not far from him, a figure was lying down.

Although it was said to be a human figure, in reality, the other party was already not in human form.

Its entire body was charred black. One could only roughly guess that it was a human.

Explosive Potions were no joke. Dave would have been killed by the potion even if he was not prepared for it.

".. Who told you to block my door?"

Dave was worried about using more explosive potions, but he didn't let his guard down.

He aimed at the figure and raised his right hand forward, opening his palm slightly.

He had practiced acid splashing countless times and was quite familiar with it.

As he willed it, a ball of dark green acid condensed in the air and splashed onto the figure.

It was definitely a good habit to finish off the opponent.

"Buzz…"

Noxious white smoke rose. The figure's body was corroded with several holes, but it still stood motionless.

He should be completely dead.

Dave was relieved. He covered his nose and stepped on the scorched floor to the figure.

From the charred parts on the outside, one could no longer see what he was wearing. One could only roughly tell that he was a man.

After a moment of hesitation, Dave took out a stick and poked it on the body.

The front of the corpse was not too badly damaged, probably because the other party reacted quickly and had already started running.

Dave fished out a few things from the inner layer of his clothes.

There were a few tubes of shattered potions, a small book that was half-burnt, and a stack of cards.

That card was the one that Millie had given him before.

"It really is someone from the Grey Table…"

Dave sighed deeply.

He knew that the people from the academy weren't reliable. They said that they had wiped them out, but wasn't there still a fish that had escaped the net?

If he had not been careful and lucky, he would have been ambushed when he opened the door. Now, his corpse would have turned cold…

Fortunately, he was one step ahead!