Lumian's first reaction after waking up in the gray fog was not to check his physical condition, but to sit up suddenly and look at the table in front of the window.
The three red chestnut flowers and the glass bottle filled with poplar leaf powder were quietly placed there, receiving a little light that penetrated the thick fog in the sky.
“She really brought in the auxiliary materials…” Lumian breathed a sigh of relief, got out of bed and stretched his body.
He was delighted to find that the pain in his neck and back had completely disappeared, as well as the discomfort in his body.
“Sure enough, the dream recovered as reality recovered, although the injuries on both sides are not equal at all…” Lumian walked quickly to the wardrobe with a full-length mirror, took off his upper body clothes, and examined himself thoroughly.
The five bloody fingerprints, the high, dark swellings, and the bruises were all gone.
This made Lumian doubt that hunting the extraordinary monster last night was just a dream.
Fortunately, the crimson object in the cloth bag, the wealth of a few more copper coins than before, and the hunting rifle placed next to it all proved the authenticity of the experience.
Lumian calmed down, and with a cloth bag filled with crimson things and a large amount of coins in his pocket, he left the bedroom and ran straight to the first floor, where he picked up a bottle of red wine, turned over a beer glass, and brought back a can of basil.
Of course, he did not forget to bring the measuring cylinder, small balance and other teaching instruments that his sister Auror bought when she taught him.
Looking at the desk filled with things, he was a little excited for a moment, and couldn't help feeling a little nervous.
Everything is ready, all that's left is to mix the potion!
But potions are not drinks and are more dangerous than alcohol. Any problem can lead to the death of the person taking them or their transformation into a monster.
Lumian took a breath and exhaled slowly, then used a measuring cylinder to pour 80 ml of red wine into the beer glass.
He then added 10 grams of basil, 5 grams of poplar leaf powder and a red chestnut flower.
There was nothing abnormal during the whole process. The red liquid in the beer glass only had a few more residues and a floating flower compared to before.
Then, Lumian picked up the cloth bag beside him and watched intently as the crimson substance slid into the beer glass.
Silently, the deep red mass seemed to dissolve rapidly, but it also seemed as if all the surrounding liquid was absorbed into its body.
Bubbles gurgled out, dyeing the entire cup blood red, and the red chestnut flower had melted away at some point.
"Is this the 'Hunter' potion?" Lumian swallowed and picked up the beer glass.
The extraordinary power he had been pursuing was within reach.
Without hesitation, Lumian adjusted his breathing, calmed his emotions, tilted his head slightly, and drank the potion directly.
Tun tun tun. He seemed to smell a pungent smell of blood and heard some auditory hallucinations.
As soon as he finished drinking the potion and put down the cup, he immediately felt a tingling pain, a tingling pain coming from every part of his body.
It was so strong that Lumian wondered if what he had drunk was a ball of fire, and that fire was burning his esophagus, stomach, heart, lungs, small intestine, large intestine, and all blood vessels.
At the same time, a strong smell of rust spread from his throat.
Keeping the lady's words in mind, he tried his best to control his mind and not let himself faint, as that would most likely mean that he would be defeated by the potion, with predictable consequences.
In a daze, Lumian lowered his head and saw that the blood vessels on the back of his hand were all exposed, crisscrossing, densely packed, and bright red.
The stinging and burning came and went quickly, but after two or three seconds, Lumian had a feeling that they were about to disappear.
At this moment, his head buzzed and the mysterious voice, which seemed to come from an infinite height and yet seemed to be close to him, rang in his ears again.
The sounds were like steel spikes piercing his head and stirring it violently.
The near-death experience struck Lumian again, and the burning and stinging pain that had almost disappeared became more intense.
At this moment, Lumian's eyes widened and his hands clenched, as if something was about to break through his skin and drill out of his flesh.
The gray fog around him seemed to grow thicker.
The horrifying sound that could not be heard clearly subsided, and the movement of Lumian's flesh and blood disappeared like an illusion.
The terrible stinging and burning pain, the strong smell of rust and blood also disappeared.
Lumian finally breathed in the cool air again and regained control of his body.
He couldn't help but bend his back, put his hands on his knees, and breathe heavily.
He had a deeper understanding of what his sister had said about the dangers of pursuing supernatural powers.
It was just a sequence 9 potion, but it almost cost him his life!
Of course, it had not reached this point. It was indeed quite dangerous. However, at the critical moment, the mysterious sound brought by the special symbol on his chest almost made him collapse.
Every breath he took seemed to give Lumian back some strength, and before long he felt completely recovered.
Lumian tried to clench his fist, pointed it at the air, and swung it hard.
boom!
He actually made a sound of air bursting.
He had never dreamed of possessing such power before!
Lumian became more and more excited. In the small bedroom, he moved around and practiced some fighting techniques that his sister had taught him.
Bang bang bang!
Each of his punches made a crisp sound, and despite such a loud noise and in such a cramped environment, each of his steps was just right and he didn't touch anything.
After finishing a set of moves, Lumian not only did not feel tired, but was full of energy.
He then assessed his own condition:
“No worse than Aurore…
"Whether it's strength, speed, reaction, or control over the body, they have all been greatly enhanced, a bit inhuman...
"It has both the strength of a bear and the agility of a cat, which is roughly a combination of the two...
"Without the potion, I may never reach this level in my life..."
Before he finished examining it, Lumian suddenly smelled blood.
He couldn't help but feel his heart tighten and he sniffed instinctively.
The next second, he found that he could actually tell where the source of the bloody smell was.
It comes from his body!
Lumian lowered his head and saw that the back of his hand was bloody red, as if there were multiple bleeding spots.
He went to the full-length mirror again and found that his face was also covered in blood.
Lumian reached out and wiped off some of the blood, but didn't see any wounds.
After thinking for a while, he came up with some guesses:
"Did the potion you took just now cause all the capillaries that Aurore mentioned to break? And after absorbing the potion, the wounds healed quickly?"
Only the influence of extraordinary factors can explain the current situation.
Since there was no injury, Lumian stopped paying attention to the matter and focused on his sense of smell, which seemed to have changed significantly.
As he concentrated, the smell in the air was instantly "decomposed" and entered his nose in different forms.
“The smell of blood, the lingering smell of alcohol, the scent of flowers, the smell of dust…” Lumian distinguished them one by one, not even missing the most subtle ones.
At the same time, he "saw" the footprints on the ground that were normally invisible, "saw" the different distributions of dust in the bedroom, "heard" the beating of his own heart, and "heard" the breeze blowing outside the house...
“The second change is that his sensory abilities have skyrocketed, and his grasp of traces has surpassed the level of normal humans... No wonder that monster is so good at tracking..." Lumian was quite pleased with this.
Moreover, more importantly, this enhancement does not affect his daily life. It requires him to concentrate to appear, and usually exists only in a weakened version.
After repeated experiments and self-examination, Lumian found two other changes brought about by the "Hunter" potion:
“The third change is that I can accurately and intuitively find certain key points based on careful observation of the environment, such as how to collapse a wall more easily, which allows me to set traps better and faster... This can also be applied to humans, beasts and monsters, allowing me to hunt more effectively...
"The fourth change is that I have gained more knowledge about wild plants and animal organs. This can help me survive in the wild better. After being injured, I can quickly find qualified 'hemostatic drugs' and more conveniently make poison to apply to weapons when needed..."
After initially confirming this, Lumian couldn’t help but feel a little absurd:
“I was able to take out that shotgun monster
"I am much stronger now than I was before, and it is not much weaker than I am now..."
After thinking carefully for a while, he summed up two key points:
“Ability is important, but brains are equally important!
"Making good use of the environment can effectively enhance your own strength!"
After thinking for a while, Lumian added in his mind:
"Also, never be careless or lose patience..."
He walked to the window and looked out at the ruins of his dream once again.
An indescribable feeling of oppression, fear, and danger immediately surged into his heart, which had never appeared before or was not so strong.
“Well, the fifth change is a certain enhanced intuition…” Lumian nodded slightly.
He went to the bathroom, washed his body with clean water, changed into another set of clothes, took the money, and lay back on the bed.
He wanted to return to reality as soon as possible to see if the "Hunter" ability he had acquired had been taken away, and if so, whether it had decayed.
… …
The village of Cordu was very quiet in the middle of the night. The high clouds obscured the red moon and the stars, leaving deep darkness as the ruler of the area.
Lumian felt extremely happy looking at the night scene.
In reality, he also became a Extraordinary Person, and compared to the dream, his abilities had not diminished at all!
Guided by his instinct, Lumian unbuttoned his shirt and looked down at his chest.
The black symbol that looked like a chain of thorns was slowly fading.
“It also appeared in reality…” Lumian felt a little uneasy for some reason.
And the blue-black symbol that was supposed to be pressing on the thorny chain seemed to exist only in dreams.
Suddenly, Lumian raised his head.
On the elm tree not far away, the owl in the wizard legend was looking at him quietly.