Chapter 81: Willing to Become a Sharp Sword, Vowing to Follow Until Death
The Demon God Potion, as the name suggests, is a potion created using the blood of Lin Yang's Demon God Body as a base.
Lin Yang's original intention in developing the Demon God Potion was to allow Grandma Su Xi to gain longevity, or even immortality.
But after later research, he found his blood was simply too domineering.
When ordinary people or beasts without Soul Power were infected by the blood, they would either self-detonate or turn into irrational malicious demon.
Only Soul Beasts or Soul Masters could withstand the power of his blood and maintain their sanity.
After the second Awakening, the Demon God Body Martial Soul's Origin received a massive boost; consequently, the effects of his blood became even stronger and more domineering.
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The Demon God Potion was essentially Demon God Body blood that had its effects continuously weakened and neutralized using various rare medicinal herbs.
Up until now, not a single person had been able to withstand its power.
Lin Yang gave the Demon God Potion to Kains not because he wanted him to die, but because he knew Kains needed a Heaven-Defying chance to change his fate.
Even if that chance was extremely slim...
His only remaining left hand tightly gripped that tube of crimson potion. Kains looked at Lin Yang with a forced smile. "Physician Lin, if I die, Catherine... I leave her to you."
Lin Yang gave no promises, only saying solemnly, "She is my disciple!"
"That's good then."
"Brother..."
Catherine's face was covered in tears. She wanted to say something, but Lin Yang pulled her out. "Let's step outside first... the rest depends on the will of Heaven."
Once Kains was alone in the room, he looked at the Demon God Potion in his hand. The crimson liquid swayed slightly in the glass bottle like some kind of living creature.
"If this is my fate..."
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A ferocious look appeared on his face—a madness born from the depths of despair. "I insist on trying to defy heaven and change my fate."
He bit off the cork, tilted his head back, and downed the potion in one gulp.
Bang!
The potion bottle fell to the floor and shattered into pieces.
In the next second, Kains's skin instantly turned bright red, as if he had been thrown into boiling water.
This was only the beginning.
The muscles all over his body began to spasm, and lumps of flesh like living mice scurried frantically beneath his skin.
Veins bulged one by one, a mix of green and purple, covering his body like countless twisting earthworms.
Imagine countless earthworms treating your body as soil, burrowing into every narrow passage, constantly wriggling and gnawing.
They burrowed into his flesh first, then into his internal organs, into his bone marrow, and finally into his brain.
They would bore a few times when happy, and bore a few more times when unhappy.
Moreover, those countless earthworms were constantly dividing and multiplying, becoming more numerous and more crowded.
They were occupying his body and eroding his brain, as if they wanted to fill his entire being from the inside out and then burst him open.
Simultaneously, at the cross-sections of his severed limbs, clumps of flesh began to wriggle and coalesce like living things.
They tried to grow into something, but collapsed and failed time and time again.
Kains's consciousness gradually began to blur, and his vision slowly faded.
He felt as if his head was being eaten away bit by bit by something.
Suddenly, a familiar face appeared in the darkness. "Sister..."
He wanted to shout, but could make no sound.
Following that, more and more people emerged—familiar neighbors, relatives, friends, and his mercenary comrades.
These familiar faces flashed through the darkness one by one.
Finally, the scene was stained with the color of blood.
He saw the people from that Soul Hunting Group, laughing arrogantly and wantonly.
A flash of a blade!
His right arm was gone, his left leg was gone; they surrounded him as if looking at a dead dog.
Anger was brewing; fury was accumulating.
Finally, he saw Lin Yang.
That youth, who always wore a gentle smile, stood before him: "Do you... want power?"
The opportunity had been given to him, yet he hadn't grasped it.
"I... am not willing to give up!!!"
Kains opened his mouth wide and roared, putting all his strength into an "angry howl."
But in reality, his throat could only produce a "he-he" raspy breath, like a candle flame about to be extinguished in a storm.
His vocal cords had spasmed to the point where they could no longer produce any sound.
Bang!
His entire body rolled off the bed and slammed heavily onto the floor.
Swinging his only remaining left arm, he smashed a fist toward the ground.
Debris flew, and a fist print the size of a bowl instantly appeared on the floor.
"Aaaah!"
Another punch!
And another!
Like a madman, he smashed down punch after punch.
The originally smooth and flat floor was thus smashed into a mess of depressions and craters by one punch after another.
What he didn't notice was that the flesh at his severed limbs, which had stopped wriggling, seemed to be infused with life again and began to wriggle incessantly.
It was as if it were accumulating and brewing, until...
Psh!
A perfectly intact arm suddenly grew out of the mass of flesh.
With another "psh," the severed left leg also grew back.
Outside the door.
Hearing the muffled, suppressed roars from within, Catherine covered her mouth tightly to keep herself from crying out loud.
Lin Yang stood beside her; his Transparent World could clearly perceive everything happening inside.
The corners of his mouth curled up slowly as he murmured, "It succeeded. As expected, it really is related to willpower..."
He thought of Upper Moon Three—Akaza—from the Demon Slayer World. Even though he had overcome the weakness of being decapitated, he had actively chosen to give up on survival.
The Demon King's blood could control his flesh, but it could not change his will.
For the sake of Koyuki, Akaza chose release.
But Kains, because of his unwillingness, chose to struggle and resist.
Lin Yang turned to look at Catherine and said softly, "Don't worry, your brother... he made it through."
Catherine was stunned, then her whole body went limp as she knelt on the floor, tears streaming from her eyes.
Ten minutes later, screeech—!
A tooth-gritting sound rang out as the door to the operating room behind them opened, and a figure walked out.
Catherine quickly looked up, and the moment she saw Kains, she was stunned.
Is this her brother?
The original Kains was strong, but he was just an ordinary person.
Now, he was a full head taller than before, his entire body covered in muscles coiled like dragons.
Just standing there, he emitted a powerful and steady Aura, like a mountain.
Kains looked at Lin Yang.
Their eyes met.
Feeling the mysterious connection between the two of them, Kains suddenly smiled.
In that smile, there was ferocity, relief, and an indescribable trace of gratitude.
Bang!
Kains knelt on one knee before Lin Yang and lowered his head. "Kains is willing to follow My Lord. In this life, I am willing to turn into a sharp sword and follow you until death!"
Loyalty!!!
Lin Yang reached out to help him up, his face showing a smile and gratification. "Congratulations, you've crawled back from Hell."
"Yes," Kains said with a flash of severity and a cold glint in his eyes, "it's time some matters were settled."
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