After doing it to one vial, he repeated the process many tis. 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 so chests with him and stored most of the vials inside of them.
He also kept so 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 mont, the wall began to corrode and let off a gas.
Skynder watched with a smile as it slowly settled down.
However, as he watched it, he couldn't help but feel the desire to beco immune to it. It seed 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 Skynder 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 ti to go. Skynder left the room and returned to the carriage.
lly sat nearby, reading a book.
She looked up and saw Skynder. 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 ti, she got used to it. Of course, worry was still present.
However, she couldn't help but notice the glove on his hand.
"Did sothing happen, Skynder?"
Skynder shook his head. "Nothing unusual. It's just a bit cold today."
lly nodded, though she felt sothing was off. It was still technically sumr after all, even if it was nearing the end.
As they rode in the carriage, Skynder 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, Skynder 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 sowhat 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 seed 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 sothing so painful in their entire lives.
He stayed like that for an hour before hearing a knock on his door.
"Skynder. Are you coming for dinner or not? Are you okay?"
It was his mother's voice.
Skynder 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.
Skynder took a few monts to gather his breath.
"Skynder? Is sothing wrong?"
Skynder finally stood up and opened the door.
Rubbing his eyes, he looked at his mother.
"Oh. I'm sorry. Did I wake you up?"
Skynder nodded.
"Sorry. Dinner is done."
Skynder 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 lly, sat at the table.
Skynder, Skyrge, Skytear, and Skyhue, who was hardly a child. In fact, she had recently beco 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 beca the one he treated like most fathers treated their daughters.
In fact, he had invited her to co back.
As they began to eat, Baron Sky noticed Skynder'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.
Skynder thanked her.
Naturally, Skynder 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.
Skynder began to walk back to his room, but his father t him in the hallway.
"Let see your hand." He said sternly.
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