Nero’s Sorrow And The Inhuman Greed Of The Cult

I slit the man's throat and moved deeper inside. With a single strike, I broke the cage's lock and freed the men, children, and women held inside.

That's right, the lab was not only filled with endless poisonous tools, texts, plants, bugs, and the sort but also cages filled with beasts and humans.

"Run, i've taken care of the guards already," their eyes were filled a distinct fear. A fear of other humans that should never exist within the hearts of man.

They ran like startled animals with no care for anything.

"These venom cult bastards, experimenting on humans is a diffrent kind of low!" I felt angry just at the memory of the children's terrified faces.

I scanned the room after a deep breath and looked through a few of the instruments all around in the room.

Instantly several notifications pertaining to [Devour] appeared to me:

[Devour: [Poison Pendant] = ORIGIN+100

[Devour: [Ancient Poison Text] = Poison Knowledge +50]