thefictionvixens Chapter 129 Advancement to the Painful Witch
Chapter 129 Advancement to the Painful Witch
Chapter 129 Advancement to the Painful Witch
As He spoke, He seemed to recall something sad and began to cry.
It's as if she's constantly thinking of someone.
But all of this has little to do with Altair himself.
Um... maybe, maybe a little.
Because the act of playing a witch will inevitably bring disaster to people.
But even if she racked her brains, she would never have imagined that she would indirectly "trap" him once.
"Poor fellow villager."
When the scene returns to Backlund, Queens, Sheffield Manor side gate, at the entrance.
Meanwhile, the circus members, who had just left the manor, were discussing how to use the money—whether to divide it immediately or save it for emergencies.
"Be - n"
A quick-witted member of the circus, after some thought, suggested to the rest of the circus, "Rider, everyone, I feel we shouldn't divide this money immediately. We should use it all together as a 'good luck bonus.' We can publish an ad in Backlund's largest newspaper, reporting that we amused a sophisticated noblewoman who loved our performance and rewarded us with 200 gold pounds. Then, other nobles will surely become curious, and their curiosity will lead them to invite us to their manors to perform. Wouldn't that allow us to compound our profits—"
As he spoke, the group member seemed to have thought of some good day, and then started giggling incessantly.
After listening to the member's suggestion, the circus ringmaster nodded slightly, looked at the crowd, and asked, "Do you agree with her suggestion?"
Once no one objected, everyone went to the "Backland Tasok Report" work site and spent 50 gold pounds to buy a month's GG slot.
After stepping out the gate, the commander couldn't help but sigh, "Backlund is really not a place for ordinary people to live."
The people around nodded in agreement.
Those who had made a fortune naturally wanted to splurge. They flagged down a carriage on the street and headed to a restaurant they had never dared to go to before, where they had a lavish meal.
In the evening, they slowly returned to Backlund, East District, and rested in a relatively secluded guesthouse.
After dinner, Altair took Vivian to the underground laboratory and said to her, "My dear, this afternoon while watching the circus performance, I successfully performed the potion's properties as the Witch of Pleasure."
"I'm about to advance to Sequence Five, the Witch of Pain, so please light the fire for me."
No sooner had Altair finished speaking than Vivian, standing opposite her, was already contemplating setting Altair on fire, hoping it would allow her to complete her role-playing.
However, this thought had barely formed in her mind when Vivian's body began to tremble uncontrollably, as if she were afraid or terrified of something. Her body instinctively wanted to refuse, while her mind reminded her that she should do it, as it was her master's order.
As these two completely opposite concepts collided, Vivian was now like an epileptic patient having a seizure, trembling, convulsing, and gradually experiencing hallucinations.
Upon seeing this scene, Altair quickly stepped forward and inquired...
"Vivian, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
Before she finished speaking, Vivian had returned to normal.
"It's nothing." Vivian forced herself to steady herself after suppressing the fear in her body, and then accepted the influence of "It must be the effect of your Blood Servant" transformation ability, which made her instinctively resist and refuse this request.
Altair nodded in confusion, and whispered in a voice only he could hear, "But I remember that blood servants are not allowed to disobey their master's orders, are they? Could it be that I've stitched together some strange ability?"
Shaking his head, and once his thoughts returned to normal, Altair said to Vivian, "Can you do it? I mean, help me ignite the flame and advance."
Vivian took a deep breath and casually said, "Okay, I'm ready."
Altair chuckled softly, "Then let's get ready to begin."
"Perhaps this is karma. Last time you advanced, I burned you. Now that I'm advancing, you're burning me."
Without responding to Vivian, Altair quickly turned around, walked to the experimental table, took out the various materials that had been prepared in advance, and methodically prepared the potion for the "Sequence Five Pain Witch".
The main ingredient is a beautiful eye.
It is so fresh and beautiful, full of allure, that people can't help but want to possess and eat it the moment they see it. As for the side ingredients, they are quite ordinary: 30 ml of blood from a flower-faced bat, 50 ml of blood from a seriously ill human, the tip of the tail of a two-tailed black snake, and 10 drops of Blue Zhen Eucalyptus essential oil.
The potion for the "Witch of Pain" has been prepared.
Altair looked at it curiously. It was the second time she had seen this kind of potion. It was a cup of dark red, almost black blood that quickly turned pitch black, with disgusting green foam rising from it from time to time. It was a black and greenish potion that looked like a collection of pathogens.
Altair glanced at Vivian, then took the potion, walked to his stake, and locked himself up.
Once Altair had regained his composure, he no longer hesitated and drank the black potion in the glass in one gulp. The liquid felt like swallowing a red-hot iron needle as it went down his throat, burning into his internal organs. Every inch of his blood vessels felt as if they had been slashed by a sharp blade and then forcibly stitched back together by a cold, evil force.
Vivian, who was standing not far away, rushed forward upon seeing this scene and lit the stake.
At this moment, Altair did not use a substitute or conceal anything. He used his own flesh and blood to endure the burning flames and relied on his own will to withstand the dual erosion of pain and his special characteristics.
Because this is a necessary ritual for the "Witch of Pain" to ascend to the rank of "Witch of Pain," an inviolable ironclad rule, and if she fails, going insane will be her best fate.
After the orange-red flames roared and engulfed the stake.
The scorching heatwave, carrying the smell of sulfur, suddenly exploded, scorching her temples until they curled up, turned black, carbonized, and fell off.
The skin quickly blistered and was scalded by the high temperature. The blood that seeped out dripped into the flames, making a sizzling sound. But strangely, the fire did not lessen; instead, it continued to swell and became even stronger.
The potion's power erupted completely in the flames. The madness of the flower-faced bat, the venom of the two-tailed black serpent, and countless painful obsessions surged into her mental world along with her extraordinary properties, and layers upon layers of illusions began to appear before her eyes:
At times, she seemed to be listening to and enjoying the constant screams of agony from a village engulfed by plague; at other times, she was like a witch being pushed out and forced to take the place of the burning flames, watching the joy of the crowd below while she could only feel anger, pain, and a desire for revenge.
These extreme pains intertwined, forming countless, indescribable words in my ears.
At this moment, Altair knew perfectly well that it was a curse from the witch's path, tearing at her own self-awareness and tempting her to wallow in pain—
She kept reminding herself, examining her will, that she was simply herself.
But upon returning to reality, she had to endure the agony of being burned by flames, listening to the faint cracking sounds of her bones in the fire, and watching her skin gradually turn black and peel off.
The potion continuously reshaped her body, only to be scorched by the flames, and this cycle repeated itself endlessly. Although Altair didn't know how much time had passed, she had persevered, holding on tightly, gritting her teeth.
As soon as the burning sensation subsided, Vivian rushed forward and rescued Altair.
Once her condition stabilized, Vivian took out the medical medicine and poured it into Altair's clenched jaw.
As the potion entered his mouth, Altair's charred eyelids abruptly opened, revealing a pair of eyes shrouded in a faint black mist.
His eyes, with an eerie red tinge at the corners, were visibly shedding their charcoal-black color, revealing new, fair, jade-like skin.
When everything returned to normal, Vivian glanced around and noticed that Altair, whom she was holding, had long hair hanging down, and the gentleness in his eyes had faded, replaced by a cold and eerie beauty. A faint, almost imperceptible gray mist swirled around him.
But this scene did not frighten her, because she knew that it was the Pain Witch's ability, the Disease Aura. If Altair wanted to, she could cause disease and pain within a radius of 100 meters at any time.
This also marks the successful advancement of "Altair Sequence Five Pain Witch".