Chapter 1323 - Dropped (1/2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

By concentrating harder, Jiang Fei tried his best to understand the particles and the foreign energy. He dared not simply alter the membranes’ vibrating strings; even though it would not be his first time as he had spent a good amount of time experimenting on himself. Still, he was a novice in quantum physics. Altering a string’s vibration led to a change in the particles’ behavior. He might cause more harm than good to himself if he were not careful.

He was planning on removing the poison in his body by altering the foreign objects’ string frequency. With just one string affected, the cascading effect would take place and change the nature of the poison itself. The gambit here was the effect. Jiang Fei did not know whether he would be changing the poison into something harmless or something far deadlier than the Reaper’s Potion. Killing himself was a probability with that one action.

“F*ck it. I have no time to worry about that! I do not believe my luck is that bad!” Jiang Fei thought. Determined, he focused his thoughts onto the string and reduced its vibration frequency.

“That ought to do it,” he said to himself. At the very least, he was still alive. In Hyper Concentration, Jiang Fei’s perception was from outside of his body thus, it removed all of his senses. As soon as he stopped concentrating, he returned to his normal self and quickly examined his leg.

His entire calf was on the verge of sliding off his bones while the other mildly affected regions had an oddly, sickly, blue hue. Whatever it was, it was not causing Jiang Fei any pain nor was it spreading further.

“The heck did it turn into…?” Jiang Fei mumbled as he gulped down several bottles of healing potions.

After several potions, his calf started healing. The blue liquid that was still in his legs remained in his body. At the very least, it was not damaging. He would have to wait until the trials were over to let 0541 thoroughly analyze it.

The bottom of his left foot had it worse. Almost all muscle tissues had rotten away, revealing all of his bones. However, with a couple more potions, muscles grew and healed his foot entirely. It was fortunate that only the muscles on the sole of his foot were affected. If he had lost his calf, he might have to indulge in specialized training just to have his calf muscles resume its previous glory.

A few minutes was all it took for his muscles to regrow and with one or two more bottles, his skin regrew, restoring his legs to how it was before the fight.

“I shouldn’t have been too hasty in trying to end the fight. I would never have stepped on the damn blood if I had just simply resorted to the kiting technique!” Jiang Fei scolded himself for being too impatient.

“At least the mission is over now…” He had paid the price for accomplishing the mission objective.

“Eh?” Jiang Fei barked as his heart sank when he could not feel anything in his right pocket. The dagger that he had purposely kept there was gone!

“Dammit!” Jiang Fei roared. He could only assume that the dagger must have slipped and got disintegrated by the Grundel’s blood when it fell to the ground.

“F*ck! F*ck! F*ck! Just how unlucky can I be?!” Jiang Fei barked again and again as he regretted not putting the dagger in the ring’s inventory when he had the chance. Despite being nervous and angry, he had to remain stationary as his legs were healing and not yet combat-ready. He had to wait until he regained his feeling in his left leg.

After an hour of proper rest, Jiang Fei got to his now fully-healed feet. Consuming so many bottles of healing potions had granted him energy like how Redbull gave you wings.

“Where could it possibly have dropped?” He attempted to find the dagger around the altar, all the while hoping that it had not been eroded by the Grundel’s poisonous blood.

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“Screw you!” Jiang Fei bellowed from the top of his lungs after wasting twenty minutes searching for the dagger. He had covered every nook and cranny of the altar and each of the corroded craters that the Grundel’s blood had made, but there was no sign of the dagger.