Prompts rose and fell, ringing incessantly in Lynn's ears.
In less than two hours, following the potion manual, Lynn had brewed more than a dozen terrifying, bizarre concoctions.
And to make the taste a little better, Lynn dug up the old liquor his teacher had treasured for years from underground.
Everything was ready.
Lynn dragged out his rocking chair, set it in the backyard, then lay back on it.
One mouthful of the virus potion, one mouthful of old wine, face (*￣︶￣), rocking back and forth, a look of utter satisfaction.
[Ping! You have been poisoned! Current HP is dropping rapidly; expected to die within twenty minutes.]
Gulp—
[Ping! You took a restorative potion; HP recovered briefly.]
[Ping! The virus is ruthlessly destroying your major organs. You are expected to die of various complications within fifteen minutes!]Gulp—
[Ping! You took two potions; HP recovered briefly.]
Just minutes later.
Lynn sneered, spreading his hands to feel the countless indescribable complications assaulting his body.
There were more than a dozen distinct kinds of pain alone, not to mention itching, burning, melting, freezing, high fever—like countless ants crawling inside his body, like someone forcefully pumping his chest with a bellows.
Every adverse reaction you could imagine, he had.
“Heh heh heh—if this were on a normal person, they'd split open ten times over!”
Lynn ground his teeth and sneered.
Now it was a test of willpower.
Lynn checked his stopwatch.
Set for twenty minutes.
If nothing happened in twenty minutes, do another twenty!
…
Quickly.
The first twenty minutes were nearly up.
Lynn still felt nothing in his body besides those complications.
He grit his teeth (gritted face) and grabbed bottle after bottle of restorative and antidote potions, shoving them into his mouth.
He slapped the table, snatched up various vicious poisons placed nearby.
“Again!”
…
Time flew.
The second twenty minutes approached.
You could faintly see his left hand twitch a few times, but Lynn didn't notice, because not only was his left hand shaking, his whole body was trembling.
And it wasn't just trembling—his complexion kept shifting through red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple.
“Again… again!”
Lynn weakly reached out and swallowed an antidote.
…
The third twenty minutes.
Lynn lay utterly rigid in the rocking chair, ((((;꒪ꈊ꒪;))))—all sorts of horrific complications erupting together, somewhat comparable to the Ten Great Tortures of the Qing Dynasty.
His left hand had started twitching constantly.
You could faintly see some yellowish fluid seeping from his hand.
But in his ((((;꒪ꈊ꒪;)))) state, Lynn couldn't notice the abnormality in his left hand—there was nowhere on his body that wasn't acting up.
He had nearly drugged himself to pieces.
“More… more…”
Lynn couldn't form words anymore.
Yet he still stubbornly grabbed a bottle of agricultural pesticide and, gulping, was about to pour it into his mouth.
…
It was finally, as the fourth twenty-minute mark neared,
that a noticeably trembling System prompt sounded in Lynn's ear.
[Ping…??? Fear level +… +10…]
His left hand was already turned palm-up, a wound on the palm foaming profusely and twitching from time to time.
But in his ((((;꒪ꈊ꒪;)))) state, Lynn didn't hear it.
He had almost, probably, drugged himself to death.
“Again… again… I can… still… do…”
Lynn, ((((;꒪ꈊ꒪;)))), shakily reached out to grab the pesticide bottle placed farther away.
Can't take it anymore!
0ДQ yamete!
Finally, that trembling left hand thrust forward, stretching the wrist and managing to reach the antidote bottle. It opened it hard, o(╥﹏╥)o and began gulping the liquid directly into the palm wound.
Halfway through,
it instinctively turned and looked at the rest of Lynn's wicked body.
Left hand: “Waaaah beautiful! (ΩДΩ)!!”
It instantly freaked out.
While it was drinking half a bottle of antidote on this side, on the other side Lynn was already gulping pesticide into his mouth.
Gulp— gulp—
And judging by the speed, he was even faster than the hand.
This is screwed up!
Its whole hand was about to split open.
[Ping! ??? Fear level +10]
At this moment, time was life!
The left hand snatched the antidote bottle and shakily forced it into its mouth.
Normally it wasn't so afraid of poisons, but even it couldn't withstand the host forcing more poison into his body!
Huge doses forced down until even a healthy person would fall ill!
Finally.
After finishing a bottle of antidote,
the left hand o(x﹏x)o slumped there like a ruined tongue, wanting to properly recover.
But in the next instant, it suddenly felt that the wretched body behind it had started moving again.
“Huh?”
It trembled and turned.
Then it saw, to its shock, the ((((;꒪ꈊ꒪;)))) Lynn—already numbed by drugs—struggling to wriggle on the ground, stretching toward an unopened bottle of poison sitting among the many jars and vials.
That stubborn will to drug himself to death was enough to make anyone who saw it tear up.
Left hand: “Waaahhh (ΩДΩ)!!”
[Ping! ??? Fear level +20]
At that moment, the left hand finally mustered strength and grabbed a nearby pillar.
It screamed in a collapsing voice:
“No! No! No!!!”
…