Chapter 283
Chapter 283 Contract and Death
Greem had to drink three or four antidotes before completely getting rid of the poison within his body.
Even he, with his elementiumized body and powerful resistance to poison, he had to stop breathing in order to not take in any more of house’s air.
However, Alice had a completely different reaction to the smell. She was standing on her toes, trying her best to take in as much of the ‘heavenly smell’ as she could. It was as if she was smelling the most delicious and fragrant delicacy in the world. If it wasn’t for Greem holding her back, Alice would probably already be gorging on the stew in the cauldron.
Greem took a quick look around the cottage.
Several black metal hooks were hanging down from the ceiling. All kinds of jars and bottles of various colors were hanging from the metal hooks. The containers were filled with a dark and murky liquid, with the eyeballs of various magical creatures soaking in the jars.
There were both large and small eyeballs, flat and round ones, and even some with eyeballs dragging their bloody veins behind them as they swam to and fro within their containers…
A large green jar swinging before Greem’s eyes had a giant’s eyeball immersed within the liquid. Greem could tell this was a giant’s eye because of its sheer size. A single eye alone had taken up all the space within the one meter tall jar.
Thicker and heavier mists started to rise from the ground, causing the already dim house to go completely dark.
Greem felt all of the magical eyeballs in the various containers turn and look towards him at this very moment. A suffocating feeling of death hanging above his head rose in his heart.
“Speak! Will you hand over the contract and leave with the Dead Soul’s water, or will you die right here on this very spot? Speak… ” The old witch’s fearsome voice echoed within the small and silent cottage, sending chills all the way to Greem’s bones.
Gegegegege…
Slight sounds of chattering teeth rang out from behind him.
Even the reckelss and fearless Alice was frightened now.
The subtle tremors in the air started to become more and more frequent. Perhaps with only one more second, Alice would be able to open a spatial rift large enough for both of them to escape.
Sadly, there was no such thing as ‘perhaps’ when you were confronted with a Second Grade witch!
The spatial rift disappeared the instant it appeared.
Psst. The spatial rift hadn’t even stabilized before it disappeared in a cloud of green smoke, leaving a bright green mark glowing in the air.
“Now you think of escaping? Kehkehkeh… too late!” The old witch extended a finger, and a ghostly face made of gray smoke instantly appeared beside Greem. The apparition laughed sinisterly as it dove into Greem’s body.
The next second, Greem froze. He could feel his intimate connection with the fire elementium being completely cut off. As if… as if he had suddenly been placed in an anti-magic barrier, and there was no longer any fire elementium around him.
Greem’s tall body stumbled, almost falling to the ground.
Having completed the elementiumization of his body, there was no difference between himself and fire elementium. He was fire elementium, and the fire elementium was himself. Now that his Spiritual connection with fire elementium had been cut, Greem didn’t even have the energy to support his own weight.
Dammit, there was such a flaw to body elementiumization? Why have I never heard of this in any of the books I read? Is this the ability of high-grade adepts? The ability to cut off the connection of lower-grade adepts to their elementium particles?
Greem lost a lot of strength now that his connection to the fire elementium was severed. He pressed his arm against the twisted pillar to support himself. This was the only reason he didn’t collapse to the ground.
Hissssss…
An odd sound came from beneath as a massive black Python thicker than his leg crawled up the pillar and found its way around Greem’s arm. The black python rose its head high, slowly closing in on Greem’s face.
Greem could even feel the pungent breath brushing against his face when the python hissed.
The old witch’s voice rang out once more.
“Last chance to make your decision! Hand over the contract, or…
“Die!”