Chapter 8: Plan to solve poison

Zarok sat cross-legged, focusing on the factors of divine power. Being a transmigrator, he knew the fundamentals of light. His consciousness drifted away as he focused deeply, thinking only about light. He was trying to feel the energy by using meditation. Zarok had been a businessman in his previous life, accustomed to trial and error. But his resolve was so firm that he never agreed to give up.

He sensed something—a strand of light. He tried to connect with it. "Success!" Zarok stood, satisfied with his accomplishment. He opened his palm, revealing a faint golden light; it was divine energy. It was little, but if he wanted more, he needed to practice and train.

"It's evening, and I am hungry." The original owner of this body barely received food, and even when it was received, it was poisoned. Rale... all she does is shout at Zarok to vent her frustration.

In three days, I'm going to my allotted territory, a small town with 300 people. I will be free from unnecessary surveillance.

'Haa,' Zarok sighed. 'There are many things to plan. I have to grow stronger so that when the hero arrives, I can still defeat Lyanna for the throne.'

He then placed his palm on his chest and used the divine light. The organs in Zarok's body, damaged due to poison, regained some vitality after the baptism of divine energy. This small amount of holy light could not completely heal him, but it could repair some damage. The black spots on his chest disappeared, and he felt refreshed, but he was also tired. His face still looked gloomy.

Time passed; it was the next day, and it was the same routine—breakfast with poison. I still ate because if I showed a different attitude, it might startle the snakes, and Isola might become cautious of me. In the afternoon, the herbs arrived, and at that time, Rale wasn't around.

Zarok sat at his desk. On the table were the herbs. Hmm... To some people, these are just random herbs and weeds. In the original plot of the game, the Demon Lord of Poison created a deadly and lethal poison using these herbs. The quest was to save Princess Lyanna from the poison. The Demon Lord of Poison created the poison and fed it to Lyanna in some way. The characteristics of the poison were that in seven days, at midnight, the victim would die. It wouldn't be an easy death—the person would be paralyzed and start hallucinating. Even if that person wanted to scream, it would be impossible due to the paralysis. The hero and his party went on an adventure to defeat the Demon Lord of Poison and obtain the recipe for the poison so that they could create an antidote with the help of an alchemist. And it was a time-limited quest.

Now Zarok had those herbs, as well as the formula. This poison is colorless and odorless. It requires sugar, or else it is harmless.

This will help me get rid of my poisoning. And by that, I mean the root of my poisoning—Isola Ravenscar.

In this game, I am not the protagonist who is weak and spouts nonsense like, 'Isola is evil, so I won't give her an easy death. I will reveal her true face to the public and make her lose her reputation.' That type of bull****.

I am the villain, so I do what villains do. She is a thorn in my side, so it's better to get rid of her. With this poison, Isola Ravenscar will be known as 'late' Isola Ravenscar in just seven days.

Zarok couldn't help but smirk. He started creating the poison according to the formula. He was focused. He wasn't afraid of the poison since it was harmless without sugar.

After some time, he arrived at the kitchen. At that moment, a maid was walking with a tray of tea. She was startled by the sudden appearance of the prince.

"I'm hungry. Bring me something to eat," Zarok ordered the maid before she could ask anything.

"But, Your Highness, isn't your personal maid—"

"ARE YOU QUESTIONING ME?" Zarok roared.

"Eep. Sorry, Your Highness." The maid bowed and quickly rushed inside. She was about to go serve tea to the Empress, Isola.

Zarok's mind was racing. In the game, there are cut scenes where Isola drinks tea on her balcony every evening. And based on the maid's behavior, she is right-handed and would pick up the teacup at the right bottom of the tray. I need to be quick before the maid comes back. Zarok picked up the right bottom teacup. He took the poison, which was a white powder, and scooped it using his finger, applying it to the inner surface of the teacup. He then placed the cup back on the tray. He was quick with his actions and took a step back.

After some time, the maid returned with a loaf of bread in her hand. If the maid were smart, she would have noticed that Zarok received the loaf of bread using his left hand, but she was just a maid, and she was in a hurry.

The maid departed with the tray, and seeing this, Zarok grinned.