The notifications echoed incessantly in Lin En's ears.
In less than two hours, Lin En had concocted over a dozen terrifyingly strange potions according to the alchemy book.
To improve the taste, he even dug up his teacher's decades-old treasured wine from the cellar.
Everything was ready.
Lin En brought out a rocking chair, placed it in the backyard, and lay down on it.
A sip of virus potion, a sip of old wine, his expression (*￣︶￣), swaying up and down, feeling quite at ease.
[Ding! You are poisoned! Current health is rapidly declining, expected to depart this world in 20 minutes.]
Gulp—
[Ding! You took a recovery potion, health has been temporarily restored.]
[Ding! The virus is wreaking havoc on your major organs, you are expected to die from various complications within 15 minutes!]
Gulp—
[Ding! You took two bottles of potion, health has been temporarily restored.]
Just a few minutes later.
Lin En coldly smiled, spreading his arms, feeling the impact of countless indescribable complications within his body.
There were over a dozen different types of pain alone, not to mention itching, burning, melting, cold, high fever, as if countless ants were crawling inside his body, or someone was using a pump to pressurize his chest cavity.
Every adverse reaction you could think of, he had them all.
"Hehehe—if this were a normal person, they'd have split open ten times over!"
Lin En gritted his teeth with a cold smile.
And now was the time to test his willpower.
Lin En started the stopwatch.
Set for twenty minutes.
If nothing happens in twenty minutes, then another twenty minutes!
...
Quickly.
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The first twenty minutes were about to end.
Lin En still hadn't noticed anything unusual in his body besides these complications.
Grinding his teeth (〝▼皿▼), Lin En picked up bottle after bottle of recovery and antidote potions and poured them into his mouth.
Bang—
He slapped the table, grabbing the various potent poison potions beside him.
"Again!"
...
Time flew by.
The second twenty minutes were nearing.
His left hand twitched slightly, but Lin En didn't notice, because not only was his left hand shaking, his whole body was trembling.
And it wasn't just shaking, his complexion was constantly shifting through red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet.
"Again... again!"
Lin En weakly reached out, shakily taking another antidote potion.
...
The third twenty minutes.
Lin En was already (((;꒪ꈊ꒪;))) lying stiffly on the rocking chair, all sorts of terrifying complications erupting simultaneously, comparable to the ten tortures of the Qing Dynasty.
And his left hand had started twitching continuously.
It seemed a yellowish liquid was seeping from his hand.
But in his (((;꒪ꈊ꒪;))) state, Lin En was completely unaware of the anomaly in his left hand, as there was no part of his body that wasn't abnormal.
He had nearly torn himself apart with the potions.
"Again... again... again..."
Lin En could no longer speak.
But he still stubbornly picked up a bottle of pesticide, ready to pour it into his mouth.
...
Finally, as the fourth twenty minutes approached.
A noticeably trembling system notification finally sounded in Lin En's ear.
[Ding...??? Your Fear Level +...+10...]
His left hand had already turned palm-up, with a cut in the palm bubbling with white foam, twitching occasionally.
But in his (((;꒪ꈊ꒪;))) state, Lin En could no longer hear it.
He had almost, probably, overdosed himself.
"Again... again... I can still... do..."
Lin En (((;꒪ꈊ꒪;))) shakily reached out, trying to grab the pesticide bottle placed far away.
And the system notifications in his ear suddenly became urgent.
[Ding! ??? Your Fear Level +10]
[Ding! ??? Your Fear Level +11]
[Ding! ??? Your Fear Level +12]
Almost uncontrollably, his left hand trembled, grabbing the rocking chair's arm, wrapping around it twice, and a cut opened in the palm.
Gag—
Countless bubbles spewed from the hand's o(x﹏x)o mouth.
Clearly, it was no longer viable.
Overdosed! Overdosed!
But in his (((;꒪ꈊ꒪;))) state, Lin En was completely short-circuited, dragging the chair, crawling forward to grab that bottle of pesticide.
This showed just how immense his obsession was.
"I... I... can still..."
System: "!!!"
Left hand: "Waaaah (ΩДΩ)!!!"
[Ding! ??? Your Fear Level +15]
[Ding! ??? Your Fear Level +20]
As Lin En was about to reach for the pesticide, his left hand finally panicked, crawling in the opposite direction in terror, constantly bubbling white foam from its palm, leaving a long, sticky white trail on the ground.
Overdosed! Overdosed!
Is this host a pervert?!
It had never seen a source trying to off itself so hard before.
Antidote! Antidote!
Can't take it anymore!
0ДQ No!
Finally, the trembling left hand stretched forward, extending the wrist to reach the antidote bottle, opening it forcefully, o(╥﹏╥)o pouring it into the mouth in the palm.
Halfway through.
It instinctively turned, looking at Lin En on the other side.
Left hand: "Waaah no! (ΩДΩ)!!"
It instantly freaked out.
While it was taking half the antidote, Lin En on the other side was already gulping down the pesticide.
Gulp—gulp—
And at a much faster rate than it was taking the antidote.
This was a disaster!
The whole hand was about to split open.
[Ding! ??? Your Fear Level +10]
[Ding! ??? Your Fear Level +10]
At this moment, time was life!
The left hand quickly grabbed the antidote bottle, trembling as it poured it into its mouth.
It wasn't too afraid of these poisons, but no matter how fearless, it couldn't withstand the host forcefully pouring them into the body!
Pouring large doses to the point of death, even without illness, would create one!
Finally.
After finishing a bottle of antidote.
The left hand o(x﹏x)o drooped its tongue, hanging limply in place, wanting to recover.
But the next moment, it suddenly felt the wicked body behind it start moving again.
"Huh?"
It instinctively trembled, turning the hand.
Then it saw, the (((;꒪ꈊ꒪;))) Lin En, who had overdosed himself, was struggling to crawl on the ground, reaching for an unopened bottle of poison among a pile of bottles and jars.
Such determination to overdose himself would make anyone tear up.
Left hand: "Waaah no! (ΩДΩ)!!"
[Ding! ??? Your Fear Level +20]
[Ding! ??? Your Fear Level +20]
At this moment, the left hand finally grabbed a nearby post with all its might.
Desperately shouting:
"No! No! No!!!"
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