Chapter 634: Unbearable Pain - 634
After doing it to one vial, he repeated the process many times. Eventually, every bit of the two mixtures he made were gone, placed into the two sided vials.
There was actually more than he could carry on him. Luckily, he had brought some chests with him and stored most of the vials inside of them.
He also kept some of the vials on him. Naturally, it was quite risky to have a dangerous poison kept in a glass vial, especially since he was not immune to this poison.
Luckily, he had made sure that the glass it was stored in was strong.
After storing them, he took out one and looked at the wall in front of him. He took the vial and launched it at the wall.
The glass broke, and the mixtures mixed instantly. After just a moment, the wall began to corrode and let off a gas.
Skymender watched with a smile as it slowly settled down.
However, as he watched it, he couldn't help but feel the desire to become immune to it. It seemed much less logical than becoming immune to his other poison. After all, this was less of a poison and more of a corrosive substance.
But he really wanted to try.
He watched on silently as the poisonous substance slowly stopped corroding the wall and the floor.
Finally, he gritted his teeth, reciting a reference from a book.
"Scared money don't make money."
He took out a poison vial, and before he could think or hesitate, he threw it at the wall and stepped forward. As the mixtures mixed, he placed his hand on the wall. A gas slowly started the float as Skymender felt it.
He gritted his teeth, but he could not resist letting out an unintentional roar of pain.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"
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A few hours later, it was time to go. Skymender left the room and returned to the carriage.
Melly sat nearby, reading a book.
She looked up and saw Skymender. The first thing he saw was his pale face and bloodshot eyes, but besides that, he looked fine.
She had worried long ago, but after seeing him leave tired and weak every time, she got used to it. Of course, worry was still present.
However, she couldn't help but notice the glove on his hand.
"Did something happen, Skymender?"
Skymender shook his head. "Nothing unusual. It's just a bit cold today."
Melly nodded, though she felt something was off. It was still technically summer after all, even if it was nearing the end.
As they rode in the carriage, Skymender did his best to hide his hand, which was shaking beyond his control.
He also did his best to hide the pain constantly assaulting him.
When they arrived at his house, Skymender walked to his room and locked his door behind him without greeting anyone.
As soon as the door was closed behind him, he hurriedly took off the glove and held his forearm while staring at his shaking hand.
It was completely devoid of outer skin. Only the layers underneath were somewhat intact.
He would have been bleeding, but the poison had corroded the blood as well.
In addition to all of this, dark green, almost black, veins were present on his hand and traveling up his arm.
He should have expected this and tested it on a living being first, but it seemed that the corrosive poison also indeed contained a poison beyond its corrosive properties.
It was obvious, but he had overlooked it.
He gritted his teeth in pain. He did not move, only focusing all of his attention on resisting the pain.
He was not a cultivator, he was a mortal. A young mortal. It was ridiculous to expect him to be able to completely ignore or resist such intense pain. The vast majority of mortals would not experience something so painful in their entire lives.
He stayed like that for an hour before hearing a knock on his door.
"Skymender. Are you coming for dinner or not? Are you okay?"
It was his mother's voice.
Skymender gritted his teeth and slid the glove back on. It hurt a lot as he did so, but once it was on, the pain lessened. Of course, it was just as bad as it had been earlier.
Skymender took a few moments to gather his breath.
"Skymender? Is something wrong?"
Skymender finally stood up and opened the door.
Rubbing his eyes, he looked at his mother.
"Oh. I'm sorry. Did I wake you up?"
Skymender nodded.
"Sorry. Dinner is done."
Skymender nodded again and walked outside of his room. He followed his mother as they walked towards the dining room.
Soon, they arrived. Everyone still living in the house was gathered, but it was quite empty compared to the past. Only four children, plus Melly, sat at the table.
Skymender, Skymerge, Skytear, and Skyhue, who was hardly a child. In fact, she had recently become an adult, turning 18.
She was also the only adult living with her parents.
Everyone knew she was doted on by their father the most.
His oldest daughter could beat him up easily, so his second daughter became the one he treated like most fathers treated their daughters.
In fact, he had invited her to come back.
As they began to eat, Baron Sky noticed Skymender's glove. "What happened there?"
"Nothing much. Just a little cold."
Baron Sky did not believe him for a second. However, he would not question him further in front of everyone else.
"I like your new mask." Skyhue said.
Skymender thanked her.
Naturally, Skymender had to pull down his mask to eat. He was lucky to be able to even take off his mask. If he had breathed in just a few more breaths of the poison, he would have either died or been forced to constantly wear the mask just to survive.
Dinner proceeded smoothly and amicably.
Skymender began to walk back to his room, but his father met him in the hallway.
"Let me see your hand." He said sternly.
Chapter 635: Proving - 635
His tone did not give Skymender any room to refuse.
"Are you sure? Sometimes, it is better not to see."
This just strengthened Baron Sky's resolve. "If I'm going to let you continue this, I need transparency."
Skymender sighed.
He did not hesitate. He began to pull off his glove, gritting his teeth as he did so.
His fathers face slowly turned from anger and worry to horror as he saw Skymender's hand.
He was stunned, unable to speak.
Skymender looked at him while panting.
"Are you happy?"
His father stared at his hand for a while longer before looking at him in the eyes.
"Skymender. This cannot go on."
"We've already been over this." Skymender said.
His father shook his head. "I'm not ordering you or forcing you to stop. I've come as a father, not Baron Sky. This is harmful, and you could die. Accidents like this could easily kill you. Look at your hand. Notice your breathing. What has this path brought you besides pain?"
Skymender listened to his father before speaking. "You want to see what this has brought me. Then come along. I'll show you clearly and let you decide if my efforts have been wasted or not."
He led his father out of the house. He naturally would not tell him that only one of his injuries had been caused by an accident. This one had been on purpose.
It had exceeded even his expectations, but it would heal nonetheless.
His father and him quickly arrived at a quiet location. In front of Skymender was a tree. He felt bad using it as a testing target, but it wasn't special or anything.
He took out a vial and threw it at the tree. His father watched on silently.
The vial broke, and the tree began to corrode. In mere moments, it began to creak, and slowly collapsed on itself.
Skymender turned around and looked at his father, who was staring at the fallen tree in silence.
"Indeed. It is powerful, an incredible invention."
He paused for a moment.
"But what use exactly does it have? What are you planning to do that would require that?"
Skymender spoke. "Beyond self protection, I don't know. What I do know is that if anyone has intentions to harm me or my family, they won't be able to as long as I have these."
Skymender handed his father one.
"What do you think?"
Baron Sky sighed, and he seemed to age a bit.
"I cannot stop you regardless. Just be safe."
He pocketed the vial. Even he knew of its value. He would not sell it or research it. Perhaps, as Skymender had said, it would save someone's life one day.
However, it may also take another.
Skymender wasn't sure how his father was feeling, but it seemed he was a bit disappointed in Skymender's decision to continue researching poison.
Skymender knew far more about the dangers and risks than his father did, but he had no plans to stop regardless. With great danger comes great opportunity.
Skymender put the glove back on his hand and walked to his room.
He spent the next few days going to school, but not staying after. His hand was so messed up that even if he tried to research, it would be impossible. He needed steady hands, or at least hands in general. Just one would not work.
He continued to not stay after school until the 10 cauldrons finally came in.
At that point, the pain had lessened a lot. He wasn't sure if he had gained resistance to the poison, but he had definitely gained some resistance to pain.
He planned to test out the corrosive poison again, but he wanted to get some research in before he did so.
Skymender began to once again perform basic research. He did not intend to create any poisons, but instead gain a greater understanding of different materials and how they interact with each other.
He did this for a while, spanning a month of time.
Finally, he found himself back in the room with a vial of corrosive poison in his hand. Looking at his empty hand, it had somewhat healed.
It was very clearly messed up. In its entirety, it was scarred and deformed. It was as if it was the hand of a 200 year old mummy.
In addition to that were the veins of dark green, which neared blackness, that had remained present. Luckily, there didn't seem to be any negative effects from them.
He had already experienced the pain once, over a long period of time, and he was no longer scared of it. It would still hurt, and he was dreading it, but it was going to happen. He needed to see the changes the last round had brought.
Now that it had fully healed, if his guess was right, he should have some immunity to the corrosive poison.
He looked at his hand, which had stopped hurting, and threw the vial at the wall. He stepped forward and pushed his hand forward.
He instantly felt the same pain. It hadn't lessened in the slightest. He forcefully kept his hand there until the corrosion stopped by itself.
He panted as he nearly fell, but he didn't scream out this time. After all, he had been experiencing similar pain for more than a month.
Although the pain itself hadn't lessened, Skymender looked down at his hand.
Through his pain, he saw a pleasant surprise. His skin was not corroded as much as it had been the last time. It was barely noticeable, but it was still proof that he hadn't been suffering for nothing.
Skymender stayed in the room, waiting for the initial pain to die down, before slipping on the glove and leaving.
Melly saw his pale face and bloodshot eyes, a sight she had not seen in a while, and instantly felt worried.
But seeing as Skymender did not say anything, she did not either.
Skymender returned home, and his father, noticing his current state, sighed.
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