"If treating Joshua's serpent poison requires a purer Serpentkin ancient god bloodline, why do I have a 50% success rate?" Charles wondered, perplexed.
This was the treatment method suggested by the system, so he had no reason to doubt it. But the process... it was definitely unconventional.
Charles glanced at Emma, lying on the bed. The thought of having such "close contact" with this beautiful woman made his throat tighten slightly.
He retrieved a small needle from his storage space and gently pricked his finger. A faint sting followed, and a small drop of blood emerged.
Strangely, as the blood oozed out, his fingertip became surrounded by a faint purple mist. Even more surprising, when he brought his finger closer to Emma's body, the previously rampant black mist around her began to scatter as if trying to flee.
"It's actually working!" Charles thought in amazement.