Chapter 629: Building Immunity - 629
It was the most advanced thing he could think of, spinning a small tube of blood with a rope.
It seemed simple, and it was, but there was no other method for him to achieve this. He didn't have access to whatever fancy method that the few who had ever successfully used this method had access to.
He found two small ropes and tied them to a tube of blood. Using some exposed rafters on the ceiling, he tied the two ropes.
With the tube hanging down, Skymender began to twist it so that the ropes wrapped around each other.
He then let go. It began to spin fast, but there was no obvious change. Thinking about it, even if it was spinning fast enough, how would he gather the separated antibodies?
Skymender sighed. This method… was impossible for him.
Whatever sort of advanced tech was used at the Imperial Capital rarely worked, much less any method he could try.
After all, the discovery of antibodies was just about as old as himself, and there had actually been no proven success, just rumors.
Perhaps the method to get them had been theorized, but the required technology hadn't.
In other words, Skymender would need to come up with his own method.
He could not simply blindly attempt to copy what he had heard about.
However, at least he already had the blood.
This would definitely be the involved, even if he failed to extract the antibodies.
It may take a while to create antidotes from blood, but he had plenty of time to study. He was just a child after all.
Just as Skymender was about to begin experimenting in an attempt to further his own understanding of blood, he suddenly had an idea.
"Diseases have been widespread since the dawn of humanity, yet each time, humans survive. This is because humans build up an immunity as they get infected, and eventually, the disease has no more effect. Perhaps the key to this is the body producing antibodies until the antibodies naturally become a part of the body."
He had no idea if this logic was true, it was just a theory. However, in the infinite universe, what idea did not have a possibility of becoming true, even if it initially wasn't?
"Instead of creating an antidote, I can become the antidote."
There was only one way to test this theory. On himself.
He would have tested it on other animals, but he was convinced that this theory must be true.
Therefore, he blocked all of the windows and locked all of the doors.
He took a drop out of the vial and dropped it on a piece of paper. He then took off his mask. He held the paper to his nose and the mist entered.
He felt an acute pain shoot through his body. His throat began to close, and his body began to tingle. Even a large horse would be affected by a drop, much less the human body.
Eventually, the effects began to lessen, and Skymenders body returned to how it had been, save for a drop of blood falling from his nose.
He did not go up as fast as he had with the horse. He used one more drop, and experienced similar effects. For around thirty minutes, he continued this process. It hurt, it hurt a lot, but Skymender had no sympathy.
To be cruel to oneself, and to be cruel to others.
He felt justified in his cruelness to others, such as the horses, simply because he could be equally cruel to himself.
He was taught to treat others how he wanted to be treated, so here it was.
At the end of the thirty minutes, Skymender noticed that at the end, a drop of blood did not fall.
It was slight, but he also noticed that the effects seemed lessened.
His theory seemed true, and he felt a sense of victory.
He took two drops of the poison and inhaled the mist.
He felt the pain again, worse than thirty minutes ago.
What Skymender could not see was the faint Qi in the surroundings. This world's Qi was low, so low it should not be naturally possible. It was on the verge of being a world with no Qi, but if it was, it would have no life on it, and everything would be a shell.
However, it did exist, and as the mist entered Skymender's body, a faint green Qi traveled with it, dispersing into his body as the poison did.
This would have no effect on cultivation at all, but it slightly changed his body each time, attuning to the poison that had entered. Slowly, Skymender's body would gain more and more resistance to this poison.
It was the human body's natural functions combining with Qi to enhance its effects.
Skymender inhaled two drops worth of mist at a time, slowly moving to three, before three hours passed.
It was time to leave. If he did not do so, he would get in trouble.
He cleaned up and left the room, bringing the half empty vial with him.
He felt the same as when he got here, meaning he had no more permanent injuries. However, he was now resistant to his own poison, even if he still needed to gain further immunity.
He soon found Melly, who let out a breath of relief.
Skymender gestured to her and they entered the carriage, soon arriving at his house just before curfew.
Baron Sky stared out of his window, relieved that Skymender had returned alive.
He shook his head and turned around.
Skymender entered the house and walked to his room, soon having dinner.
As night came, he entered the library. It had been a while. He entered the secret room and found Skymerge inside. Melly had not come.
Skymender looked at Skymerge.
"It's been a while."
"All summer." Skymerge said.
"Did you get lonely?" Skymender asked.
"Surrounded by books, of course not." Skymerge said calmly.
Chapter 630: Immunity - 630
Looking at Skymerge, Skymender had a feeling that he was similar to him in a way, the only difference being their pursuits in life.
Skymerge buried himself into books, while Skymender had found an interest in science.
"I heard that you've begun to study science." Skymerge mentioned.
Skymender nodded as he walked around and looked for books to read.
"Did you know there is another name for science?" Skymerge asked.
Skymender shook his head.
"It is also known as comprehending the Universe."
Skymender stopped looking for books and turned to Skymerge.
"Don't be confused by its current name. It is not limited by the world, but by imagination. If you fully understand science, then it means you have fully understood the universe."
Skymender sighed. "Your thoughts are still deeper than mine, brother."
"You can fool others, but you can't fool me." Skymerge said without looking up from his book.
Skymender laughed and picked out a book. For around an hour, he read it. However, he had school tomorrow and soon put it down.
Skymerge did not leave. Whether he was going to sleep in here or just stay later, Skymender did not know.
The next morning, Skymender once again got up and rode in a carriage to school. Like always, school went by without surprises, and the fun part came after. Once again sending Melly out of the room, Skymender began to increase his immunity to his poison.
He continued to go up in doses, slowly reaching incredible amounts.
The day passed, and the one after that, and the one after that.
Finally, a week passed since he first started to increase his immunity.
Today, he stood in front of a cauldron. He heated it up and added the corpse of a poisonous mosquito species, the corpse of a poisonous butterfly species, and the blood of a poisonous frog.
Everything began to mix into each other, releasing a mist.
Skymender looked down, acting as if the mist wasn't there. He inhaled the mist, but no matter how much time passed, nothing happened to him.
He had become immune to his poison.
As the mixture continued to heat up and mix, the mist became darker and darker. At some point Skymender began to feel a tingle.
Skymender smiled. His poison had been deadly before, but in actuality, it had not even been finished.
Eventually, as he finished, a drop of blood came out from his nose.
His throat started to hurt a little, but he had long gotten used to the pain.
He collected the poison in the cauldron, which amounted to a total of two vials. As the process had gone on, the amount of poison continued to lessen.
When he spilled the cauldron the first time, there was about ten vials worth of poison in total. But now, the complete poison amounted to only 2 vials.
Skymender put them in a tightly closed box and kept them on his person.
No matter what happened, he now felt as if he had an absolute defense.
However, this was not the end of his poison creating experiments. This merely marked the beginning.
One only needed to make a single successful poison to be considered a master, but to become the absolute greatest, far more than that was necessary.
Skymender had plenty of materials, and after experimenting so much, he felt that his understanding of poison was deeper.
After all, it had taken multiple attempts to create his first poison.
With his new knowledge, he had a new combination in mind.
Bark from the rot tree, the withered corpse of a non-poisonous swamp animal that had been killed by poison after entering, in this case the common grey bird, and finally the mud of the poisonous swamp itself.
For some reason, he felt as if this combination would be successful.
He put all of it into the cauldron and began to mix it. He first added the mud of the poisonous swamp. It would be hard to make the other stuff a liquid otherwise.
Next, after the mud was boiling, he added the bark from the rot tree, a tree which, after existing in the poisonous swamp for several years, had corroded to the point of near death. Yet somehow, this species of tree had evolved to survive in this near death state for as long as normal trees outside of the poisonous swamp.
He crushed the bark into pieces and let it fall into the mud. Naturally, as he did this, he took notes of the amounts added.
Before he added the withered corpse of the grey bird, he noticed something was off. Before, he wouldn't have noticed it, but after successfully creating a poison, he was able to at least have a feeling that something was wrong.
He waited a few more moments, and the mixture suddenly started to turn dark.
Anyone would be able to tell that this attempt had failed. The amounts he had put in were not right.
If he had to make a guess, he would add more of the bark.
So he did just that. Luckily, the bark from the rot tree was one of the cheaper materials. However, he did not have an infinite amount.
Skymender added 1.5 times the amount of bark this time.
The mixture seemed stable, though it had changed color a bit. This was expected.
Finally, Skymender threw in the entire withered corpse of a grey bird, which had died after entering the poisonous swamp.
As it entered, the mixture turned black, but not the black of failure. It was the black of death.
A horrible smell was released as the withered corpse mixed into the bark and the mud.
Skymender had taken out the bones and the beak before, which allowed everything to dissolve.
After a while, Skymender took the cauldron off of the heat and began to study the concoction while it was still hot.
He first smelled it, but it did not seem to have any effect. He wasn't sure if it was even successful, but he began to scoop some up into a glass vial.
As the glass vial entered the concoction, Skymender heard a distinct sizzling sound.
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