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.
Chapter 631: Corrosive - 631
Skymender held the glass up and was shocked by the sight.
The glass vial was completely missing the part of it that had entered the poison. Cracks ran up the remaining part of the vial. It was close to completely falling apart.
Skymender looked down confused. If the poison could melt the glass, why wasn't the cauldron melting?
As if on cue, a drop of poison fell from the bottom of the cauldron. Skymender jumped back as the bottom of the cauldron began to dissolve as if it was melting.
A few drops splashed onto his arm, instantly corroding his skin. He hit the drops with his other hand, but he felt corrosion on it too. Luckily, the liquid was not unstoppable. The few drops quickly ceased their corrosion properties and were flicked off by Skymender.
His cauldron, the table, and the floor were not so lucky.
The cauldron had become scrap metal, which hurt Skymender's heart. It had been very expensive.
The table had a huge hole through it.
The floor was beginning to corrode as well, though the poison showed signs of stopping. He made sure his papers were okay before studying the situation.
The poison eventually stopped corroding the floor. After all, it was a limited amount and did not have the ability to infinitely corrode.
There was a large hole in the floor, about as deep as Skymenders ankle, but as wide as two of him.
It did not seem like much damage, but the floor was made of pure concrete and even a sledge hammer would have difficulty cracking it.
It seemed that, although making it was possible, storing it was impossible.
However, as he thought, Skymender had an incredible thought. It seemed difficult, but after thinking of it, he couldn't help but try it. Unfortunately, he did not have a cauldron to make it at the moment.
He left the room, surprising Melly. She had become used to him staying as late as possible.
They left and returned home. Skymender immediately found one of the more important servants and requested ten cauldrons exactly like the one he had before.
She smiled, but hesitated.
"Lord Skymender… The materials to create that are exceptionally expensive. Even Baron Sky may take notice."
Skymender waved his hand. "Don't worry about it. He won't mind. Probably."
He mumbled the last part under his breath, but the servant didn't hear him.
"Alright then. If you say so. However, such a creation can only be made in the Imperial Capital. I can send a few servants out immediately in a noble carriage carrying your order, if that is what you want."
Skymender nodded. He had known it would be impossible to create around these parts.
It would also be possible in the Royal Capital, but it would be more expensive there and the wait would still be fairly long.
Skymender could use his fathers money to some extent, but he didn't want to push the limits.
The servant relayed his orders and he had a wait time of around thirty days.
Until then, he sent someone to the nearby city to have a much lower quality cauldron made, but one that looked the same.
It would be done by tomorrow. Just in case, he ordered ten of them.
Hopefully, his father wouldn't notice the expenses.
He went to sleep and woke up the next day, ready as always.
His father did not say anything to him, and Skymender soon found himself in the room after school. It had been cleaned up a little bit from before.
After all, this room was occasionally used in teachings. Skymender found a new table and placed a new cauldron on it.
It was definitely inferior compared to before, but it would do as long as he did not create anything corrosive.
Though, after many uses, it may deteriorate.
Skymender began to use different materials, experimenting with amount and timing.
He did not plan to have any success, just seeing how different materials interacted with each other and their various changes
Most importantly, he continued experimenting with blood. He still felt that it was something with the most potential.
After all, it should logically carry the characteristics of the being it came from.
The Echo Chameleon's blood made a gem change color, so by association, it should work with all animals.
Skymender tried various methods over multiple days, gaining a lot of information over various subjects. Like this, he was able to steadily progress in this field of study.
Thirty days was not a short time, and there was much that he could accomplish in that time.
After a week, he began to write a book recording all of the information he had learned. Scattered papers were getting too messy and hard to organize.
It would not be published or shared, just a record of his studies and findings.
As he wrote, he saw the marks on his hand and arm.
It came from the corrosive poison that he had got on him.
It was slowly starting to heal, but he wasn't sure if it would ever be the same.
Regardless, he already had a permanent mask. Nothing else would likely change his appearance as much.
Speaking of that, it was about time to change how it looked. Since he could customize it, he may as well make it fancy.
The next day, after school, he did not go to his "Club", but entered the city. He was familiar with it, having visited multiple times. To be honest, it was on the verge of being a simple village, barely considered a city.
A Baron having a city in their territory was already rare. After all, most simply did not have enough care to create an entire city, which would take loads of money and effort.
Even if they were planning to live there, making it a city would be too difficult for it to be worth it.
The Sky Barony's city was partially formed through natural migration, and the rest was the pushing of Baron Sky, this one and ones of the past.
They were quite lucky to have it.
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