Chapter 224: Extraordinary Ability

In the palace at the top of the Nine Towers.

This should have been the palace that the Magisters of Pentos jointly gifted to Drogo, but now it belongs to Viserys.

With the young king being targeted for assassination, the entire palace has fallen into turmoil.

"Release the Beggar Prince."

"The assassin merely disguised himself as him."

Viserys, lying on his sickbed, issued this order to free the just-captured Beggar Prince.

The Beggar Prince, genuinely terrified, wished to see Viserys and continue his explanation, but he was refused.

Viserys knew that the Beggar Prince wasn't trying to explain anything. He wanted to gauge Viserys' current state, to see if his life was in danger.

If Viserys fell, the good days for the Beggar Prince would also end.

If he was wise enough, he might choose to abandon the city and flee, taking his Windblown and some of the wealth he had looted, and continue his mercenary work in the disputed lands.

Viserys, lying on the sickbed, subsequently dismissed all the physicians, as well as Illyrio and Jon Connington, leaving only two guards outside the door.

Crrrr—

Viserys directly tore off the bandage that had just been applied and threw it on the ground.

At this moment, the silver-haired young man was bare-chested, his abs clearly defined, and the place that had just been stabbed by the dagger now only had a faint scar.

His thick long hair, unrestrained, hung freely down his back. Viserys then sat up from the bed, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled.

"Whew~"

Due to his status, Viserys had indeed suffered quite a bit of 'care'.

After escaping King's Landing, assassinations and poisonings were a daily occurrence. He couldn't even remember how many times he had been targeted for assassination.

Even not long after entering Pentos, a man disguised as a wine seller tried to poison him.

But this also indirectly indicated that his enemies were now helpless against him, unable to curb the rise of House Targaryen, and could only resort to despicable methods like poisoning and assassination in an attempt to eliminate him.

And this time was the most dangerous assassination attempt Viserys had ever faced.

Neither he nor Illyrio recognized that the Beggar Prince in front of them was a disguise, and the impostor got close to him and suddenly attacked, catching him off guard.

Viserys then reached under his pillow and retrieved the dagger that had stabbed him in the stomach.

The texture of the dagger was clear, the black handle felt like obsidian, but slightly different.

The blade was smooth as water, Viserys held it in his hands and played with it a bit, gently reflecting the light and casting Viserys' image back at him.

His silvery-gold hair was disheveled, covering part of his forehead, his handsome features reflected differently in the blade's gentle sway.

Then, black fog gradually filled the room.

Viserys was currently using the dagger to examine his current state.

[Viserys Targaryen]

Strength (Solar): 18

Constitution (Earth): 20

Dexterity (Water): 20

Spirit (Lunar): 26

After a long time, Viserys had actually accumulated a lot of black fog, but, maintaining a cautious attitude, he had always retained a part and had not actively absorbed it into his body.

..."

"Yet this time, Viserys was suddenly faced with an assassination, and the wound had been infected with a deadly poison. He was forced to inhale all the accumulated shadowmist into his body in one breath.

And it all added up to his constitution and agility. Both attributes broke through to twenty and entered a qualitative change, evolving supernatural abilities from the mortal body.

From nineteen to twenty, it seems to be just an enhancement of a level, but it brings about earth-shaking changes.

For instance, the excruciating pain when breaking through, like some mystical force was shattering every bone and flesh in his body bit by bit, losing sensation all over.

Then life was reborn from this shattering, bit by bit regaining his senses, and with it, the poison and wounds on his body were erased, as if he had undergone a rebirth.

But Viserys passed out at that time, causing a commotion in his quarters.

His wounds had already been bandaged, so neither the maester nor anyone else saw the miraculous healing of the wound on Viserys's abdomen.

They all thought the young king fainted because of the poison, so they wanted to use bloodletting as a treatment.

For the medical technology of this world, there is no better way after being poisoned.

If the cause of the poison is known and a curable herb can be found, it would be okay. But if the cause of the poison is unknown, bloodletting is the only method.

The maesters believed that the poison was in the blood, and as long as the poisoned blood was let out, life could be saved.

Fortunately, Viserys didn't stay unconscious for long. He woke up just as the maester, his hair turning white, was preparing to bleed him.

"Stop!"

"Stop stop..."

Viserys felt a bit of a headache, quickly stopped his actions, and told him he was alright.

He then ordered the release of the innocent ragged prince who had been detained, and then drove everyone out.

When his constitution broke through to the supernatural, Viserys felt as if his whole body had been shattered.

But after calming down, Viserys then boosted his agility to twenty in one fell swoop.

Facing assassins, no matter how guarded, there will always be flaws. Improving one's strength is the best guarantee when facing such situations in the future.

Therefore, Viserys didn't maintain a cautious attitude and kept some of the shadowmist, but absorbed it all in one breath.

And this time, when agility broke through to the supernatural, he didn't experience any pain, feeling cool as if he was in an endless sea.

His body completely merged with the sea, becoming a drop of water, separating and going through many twists and turns. Eventually, Viserys gradually regained control of his body.

Like when his lunar nature broke through to the supernatural realm, Viserys's constitution and agility both broke through to the supernatural, gaining two special supernatural abilities.

The supernatural ability of his constitution made his body harder. Ordinary swords found it even more difficult to pierce his body, and he became immune to all poisons. It seemed to have drastically amplified his bloodline ability on some special existence.

Viserys didn't know if he, whose constitution had broken through to the supernatural, could be considered having the true blood of the dragon...

Or say, a Valyrian noble with a very pure bloodline.

He sat on the sickbed with his upper body bare. His silvery-golden hair became purer, even a bit shiny.

The lines of his face became more handsome. His pair of light purple eyes were clearer and brighter. His skin became tougher and smoother, and the veins beneath were full of power.

Then Viserys lit a candle.

At this moment, his finger was placed on the burning flame of the candle.

The flickering flame was gently enveloping his finger, reflected in the young man's light purple eyes.

Yet there was no pain of being burned. The flame was like a warm embrace, enveloping him.

This was the special ability from his constitution breaking through to the supernatural.

As for the supernatural ability of agility, it was even more peculiar. Viserys even felt it was somewhat like magic.