He felt it!
He could distinctly feel the surge of power coursing through his entire body, roaring like a wild beast!
The potion was like a wild, sultry woman dancing seductively inside him, every vein in his body bursting with fiery vigor!
"Roar—"
He threw his head back and let out a triumphant howl.
With a loud crash, his armor shattered into pieces, his hair flying as his pale, muscular form was revealed.
He threw a punch at the air.
Boom—
The air exploded with a sonic boom.
He was stunned by his own strength, feeling as if every attack could deal devastating critical damage to his enemies, an overwhelming force beyond belief.
"What a powerful potion!" He sucked in a breath, saying:
"I’ve roamed through hell for years and never encountered a potion that boosted my combat power like this! It’s incredible!"
[Ding! Danger level reduced to 0.]
He abruptly turned his head, staring intensely at Lynn:
"What kind of potion is this? The effects are unbelievable?!"
Lynn smiled faintly, giving a thumbs up, and said:
"Our shop’s specialty! Critical Strike Potion!"
"Critical Strike Potion..."
The Black Knight murmured the name of the potion, his gaze growing more and more fanatic.
"Impressive… I never thought this desolate place would have such a high-intensity potion. With this, I should be able to crush that Demon Hunter, right?"
He swore.
This was definitely the most explosive potion he had ever taken.
The tangible increase in combat strength was the ultimate pursuit for a warrior like him.
Lynn’s expression turned serious as he hesitated:
"Sir, although the potion’s effects are indeed explosive, I must remind you, in the interest of responsibility, that it may have some minor side effects..."
"But what type of side effects, exactly, still needs to be determined."
Lynn decided to give the Black Knight a heads-up.
"Side effects?"
The Black Knight snapped out of his trance, then sneered, saying:
"Heh, of course, a potion that nearly doubles my combat power must come with some negative effects. But it’s nothing!"
"Is there anything worse than death?"
He smirked.
Just then, a gust of wind howled through the door.
His incredibly sexy long hair instantly flew wild in the wind.
Then…
It smoothly and effortlessly flew away from his head.
"..."
"..."
Lynn’s gaze turned blank, and he said:
"Sir, I think the side effects may have already kicked in..."
The Black Knight raised an eyebrow:
"Oh?"
Lynn widened his eyes:
"Why don’t you touch your head?"
The Black Knight raised an eyebrow, instinctively reaching up to touch the smooth, bone-white hair on his head.
Swoosh—
A smooth, sleek sensation.
The Black Knight’s pupils contracted.
A huge wave of unease rose in his heart.
Could it be…
He instinctively glanced towards the nearby mirror.
Buzz—
His gaze went vacant.
In the mirror, a gleaming, shiny bald head appeared in his view.
It was perfectly round, smooth, and bright.
Ding—
A dazzling halo flashed above the bald head.
"..."
"..."
An eerie silence spread unnervingly around them.
"My hair?" The Black Knight muttered in a daze.
Lynn stared wide-eyed:
"On the floor..."
"This is what you meant by side effects?" The Black Knight murmured.
Lynn stared wide-eyed:
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"Looks like it..."
"..."
A brief silence.
"I’m going to kill you!!" The Black Knight instantly grabbed Lynn by the collar, furious, his rage rising.
Ding ding ding—
His smooth, shiny bald head gleamed with flashes of light with every movement.
Lynn panicked, saying:
"Didn’t you say you were not afraid of death? What about these minor side effects?!"
The Black Knight’s eyes widened in fury:
"You never mentioned I’d go bald!!"
Lynn widened his eyes:
"Well, you’re bald now, but you’ve also gotten stronger! It’s just a small price to pay for power!"
The Black Knight gritted his teeth, releasing Lynn’s collar and panting heavily.
His gaze flickered wildly, his mind battling with itself.
Indeed.
As a warrior who sought strength, being bald wasn’t that hard to accept.
Ding—
And the potion’s effects were truly astounding. A near-doubling of power was an amazing boost.
Ding ding—
And so what if he was bald? As a Black Knight, did he care about such things?
Ding ding ding—
Exactly! It’s just hair loss. What does that matter compared to true power?
Ding ding ding ding—
But...
He pointed furiously at the shiny bald head in the mirror, screaming:
"I can handle the baldness! But why is it still flashing?! A lightbulb?! Who’s ever seen a head that keeps flashing like that?!"
On his perfectly smooth, shiny forehead,
There was a peculiar effect.
Every few seconds, a bright flash would appear.
It was so painfully obvious.
This was truly messing with his mind!
Lynn wiped the cold sweat from his brow, staying calm:
"Sir, please calm down. This might be another side effect. But hey, isn’t the flash a special effect? Doesn’t it just make you stand out more?"
The Black Knight gritted his teeth, his fists clenched tightly, his gaze flashing furiously.
Meanwhile, his shiny bald head continued to flash every few seconds.
"How much is a bottle?" He ground out.
Lynn immediately raised one finger, replying seriously:
"1000 Skull Coins, absolutely worth it."
"How many do you have left?"
"Counting the one you’ve already consumed, there are ten left."
"I’ll take them all!"
The Black Knight slammed the counter, his expression dark.
Lynn froze.
"Aren’t you upset about the side effects?"
The Black Knight grabbed Lynn’s collar in a flash, his eyes burning with rage as he snarled:
"I’ve gone bald like this. Do you think I care if I lose a little more hair?! Pack it up! If you hesitate, I’ll kill you!"
...
A few minutes later.
[Ding! You’ve completed the task and earned the following rewards: 200 Skull Coins, +200 base experience, +1 Black Knight repeat business rate.]
Lynn stood at the door of the potion shop, waving at the Black Knight who was galloping away on horseback, shouting:
"Sir, welcome back anytime! If you need more potions like this, I can give you a 10% discount!"
Through the black mist, the sound of hooves grew faint.
But every second or two, a flash of light would gleam in the distance.
It was agonizingly obvious.
...
Minutes later, in the dark, desolate wasteland of hell,
The Demon Hunter, wearing a top hat, slowly emerged from the shadows, tipping his hat slightly.
The howling wind stirred his cloak.
"I’ve been waiting for you for a long time, Black Knight."
The Demon Hunter smiled slightly, saying deeply:
"I thought you’d run from the fight and not dare to show up."