It was like a nightmare, no, it was more terrifying than a nightmare, because Roy was awake and keenly aware of all the pain every second.
The virus raged through his body, destroying his immune system in a big way. His lymph nodes swelled, and a huge heat spread throughout his body. He developed a high fever, and his dry, white lips were quickly blistered, but he couldn't pass out or fall asleep.
It was like a poisonous snake drilled out of lava, burrowing into his body, twisting and twisting from head to toe and from bottom to top.
He was lying on the operating table, rolling and rolling, his body twisting like an earthworm, his facial features shriveled into a ball, but he gritted his teeth, no groaning or complaining, only a chilling "hiss" the sound of.
The degree of pain is no less than the first time the pro-drug is taken.
But it was still within his tolerance.
Coral, who was watching, unconsciously twisted her ten fingers, and her pretty face was full of worry.
In her nearly 100-year wizarding career, she has seen many scenes that are many times crueler than those before her, active or forced - the vivisection of the Black Sun Girl, the grafting of monsters' limbs, and the forbidden necromancy experiment.
She hadn't been moved by an experiment for a long time, and now there was a wave in her heart.
Sorceresses are calculating and knowledgeable, but Rita Ned at least counts—she promises nothing but surprises.
Seeing the young man in front of her tumbling in pain, a faint thought took root in her mind—casting a spell to ease his pain.
"Calm down, Rita Ned... The extra magic can cause unpredictable mutations." Then in a breath, the sentimental thoughts were drowned out by the sorceress.
"All steps must be strictly followed the procedure!"
Her face quickly returned to calm, her ten fingers flexibly outlined a duplex formation in mid-air, her red lips chanted words, and colorful light projected from the boy's body, onto the opened blank page, row after row of detailed body data It is constantly transcribed by invisible hands.
With a sullen face, she turned her eyes to this precious test material, but did not move.
…
"Let it go, even if I don't die, I'll go crazy, right?"
Roy, who had been struggling in the quagmire of pain, suddenly became enlightened. He understood why many apprentices had successfully passed the green grass trial but had mental problems.
He understood why Nannick asked him to defuse his anger.
because of pain.
During the trial, the pain was like maggots on the tarsus, tormenting his nerves and tearing their wills at all times.
Especially for testers with higher perception, the pain will be more "clear".
The cat witcher also has excellent perception, so this situation occurs - the body survives the trial, but the will is broken, and the mind is polluted by negative emotions.
In the end, the spirit and will became distorted and incomplete.
"I have to do something!" The extraordinary will gave him room to think.
Although his body was writhing like a madman, his spirit remained a little clear, but it was too fast, and his reason was gradually swallowed by ill-will.
"Meditation—" This is the only way he can think of to relieve it. Spirit escapes into the void of the elements, the pain will no longer exist, and naturally there will be no mental problems.
So he tried to relax his body, following a method he had seen before.
Start with the head, imagine a gentle hand brushing the hair, gently massage the scalp with the belly of the fingers, and relax.
Then the eyes, close the eyelids, turn the eyeballs, then nose, mouth, inhale, exhale, relax... facial muscles, neck, shoulders, chest, abdomen, lumbar spine, thighs...
Roy split his body into parts and relaxed them one by one.
If not once, then twice, three times... ten times...
Pain interrupted this process countless times.
It seemed like a few minutes, it seemed like a few days, he tried persistently - the originally rigid body began to soften, relax... completely relaxed, it was the turn of the spirit...
Take a slow and deep breath, imagine being in a canoe on the lake with thousands of expanses of blue water, under the warm sunshine, the spring breeze blowing from the green shore, brushing the water surface, brushing the cheeks, bringing the moist soil and the fragrance of the grass along the coast.
A sudden change in front of him, he broke free from the heavy shackles of his body, and entered the bizarre world of meditation again—
A vast expanse of starry sky, colorful elements around him like fish, touch him playfully with his mouth, conveying intimacy and dependence.
Roy indulged in it, forgetting the physical and mental pain...
time flies.
"what?"
Coral's pretty face showed a look of shock—a night passed, the boy who was struggling with all his might fell into a strange state of stillness, sitting cross-legged on the operating table, motionless like a stone sculpture.
His skin was red, his sweat had already dried up, and his expression was calmer than ever.
The sorceress observed for a moment and found him in a meditative state.
Meditation, for wizards and witchers alike, is an extremely delicate task that must be fully emptied to begin.
How did he do such an almost impossible thing under the torture of the virus
Coral began to look through the crystal's video record - seeing a complete process, after more than five hours of struggle, Roy's body gradually relaxed from movement to stillness, mechanically and slowly.
"No wonder Leto values him so much."
The will of this kid definitely exceeds that of most adults.
She didn't make a sound to disturb her. If she was forcibly awakened in a state of deep meditation, she would be easily injured, and the teenager was in good condition.
She began to mix the second stock solution, which was taken from crab spiders, giant centipedes, and screaming monsters. Compared with the furnace virus, it had a different taste—
cold!
Under the piercing cold, Roy lay in front of the burning fireplace, curled up like a baby, shivering.
A week has passed since he survived the melting pot virus, and he has a certain degree of resistance, but it is still not enough to face the second virus called "glaciers" by corals.
The surrounding environment seems to have transitioned from volcanic lava to ice and snow, his skin turned blue-blue, his pores shrunk and tightened, and it was as cold and hard as a popsicle to the touch.
His internal organs barely retained enough heat to survive, but his skin, toes, the ends of his fingers, and his facial features were all devastated by the low temperature.
His pupils were out of focus and faintly blue-blue, and his auricles were so stiff that they seemed to fall off at the slightest touch.
To make matters worse, the meditation of staying calm is effective against searing heat, but not for freezing cold.
The icy cold that freezes all things has made him fall into a state similar to hibernation, his breathing slows down, and his heartbeat is faint.
If he enters the silent meditation at this time, perhaps his soul will fall into eternal sleep.
"Roy, wake up, don't sleep! I promise you... Teach magic when you wake up! Immediately, immediately!"
"aenye... eigean... deithwen..." Coral shouted the spell, fingers dazzlingly dancing in mid-air.
A blazing hot light emerged.
Then she let go again, letting go of the magic interference.
The boy's eyelids moved, but it was like an old man who was about to die. He just stretched out his hand and lowered it weakly!
"Damn!" Coral cursed in a low voice. She felt a frenzy choked her heart, and she was faintly irritable, "Is the virus concentration too high? I have to do something to prevent him from having an accident!"
Blue eyes glanced at Roy's flickering face that was illuminated by the fire - the young man lying on the ground was about to freeze, he vaguely heard a rustling sound, and then he felt immersed in a fiery heat. embrace.
Warm and selfless, sharing the bone-chilling cold and relieving his bad state.
Out of instinct, he fell into it completely, and hugged him unconsciously and greedily... Crushed, rubbed into his body.