Chapter 107: A journey to the past[1]
Noah's POV:
"Agghh!"— I groaned, slowly opening my eyes.
But as my vision returned, I was confronted by 'it'—a sight of pure terror—a pair of vacant white voids stared back at me, instead of eyes.
Instantly, my heart skipped a beat, consumed by fear.
I could see it.
'It' was tall, skinny, and pure black with white eyes and with long hands and nails.
I was petrified.
'What is this thing?!'
Time seemed to stand still as panic consumed me. But before I could react or make an attempt to flee, 'it' cruelly flung me to the ground, the impact causing immense pain that escaped my lips in agonizing groans.
I tried, but was unable to rise, as if bound by unseen restraints.
Vulnerable and defenseless, I only watched in horror as 'it' extended one of its long, sharp nails and ruthlessly thrust it into my stomach—piercing flesh!
"Gah!"— I cried out, tears welling up in my eyes, the world around me blurred into a haze of-
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"Gah!"— I let out a pained groan, my eyes shooting wide open—I was jolted awake.
BUDUMP! BUDUMP! —My heart raced, and my back was damp with sweat.
"That dream again..." I muttered in a low voice, furrowing my brow.
Why do I keep seeing that damn dream?
"Ugh... I hate dreams," I exhaled my disgust.
I glanced down at my left hand, my gaze fixed on the Amber I had taken from Master Seraphina.
Nestled within the Amber were two fragments, fashioned in the shape of fangs— body parts from a mythical creature, a Basilisk.
I was back in my workshop, and everything was prepared.
To be exact, I was currently seated in the lab.
While I was in my thoughts, a random guy approached me.
His name 'Rayan' flashed on his name plate badge.
He was both a Gemologist and a Biochemist.
Handing him the precious Amber, I spoke in a low tone, "Extract one of the fangs and infuse it into the ink, while the other should be given to the Shaman." The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))
He acknowledged my instructions with a nod of understanding, immediately immersing himself in the task at hand.
With my muscles gradually relaxing, I decided to take a leisurely stroll through the bustling area.
Chemists, Biochemists, Biotechnologists, Tattoo Artists—there were numerous experts diligently preparing for the task.
It was an impressive team—a team masterfully assembled by Nathan Rivers.
It was only now that he noticed her rising body temperature.
"What? "—Noah asked.
"I-I am supposed to do the runic tattoo on your face as well?" Anna stammered.
"Of course," Noah replied nonchalantly, completely ignoring her emotions. "But only near the eyes."
"It will be more painful," she said, her voice filled with concern. Her face glistened with sweat, but her eyes remained fixated on his body, quickly refocusing when they drifted away.
"Just do it," he instructed.
She nodded in agreement. The process took over ten minutes before it was completed.
Finally, after two hours, the procedure came to an end.
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Noah's POV:
"Damn it, I didn't even realize she was becoming heated," I muttered.
I haven't checked my status in days, but I'm sure the Solaris Amulet has been steadily increasing my charm.
If I remember correctly, it said that the Solaris Amulet would continuously boost my charm...and there was no limitations.
Does that mean my charm will become infinite?
This is not good... I don't want to draw unnecessary attention to myself.
With a groan, I facepalmed.
Taking a moment to gather my thoughts, I examined the runic tattoos etched across my body. Fortunately, once the ink is dry, the tattoo marks will become invisible. They will only emit a faint glow when I channel mana through them.
"Drink this," the old shaman suddenly approached me, interruping my thoughts, and gestured towards a bowl.
I glanced at the bowl, noticing the strange liquid it contained.
[It appears to be a concoction of ayahuasca, ganja, and other sedatives]— Nano's voice echoed in my head.
I had instructed Nano not to disturb me during this process and to remain on guard while I am unconscious.
Currently, we were in a separate room, filled with the smoke of agarbati.
Turning to the old man, I asked, "Should I drink it all at once?"
He replied with a nonchalant shrug, "Do as you wish."
He then proceeded to walk towards a yoga mat, settling himself upon it.
I watched intently as he retrieved the basilisk fang, chanting incantations in a foreign tongue while grinding something in a stone mortar pestle.
"Hnfff", I took a deep breath and swallowed the concoction.
Making my way to the adjacent mat, I positioned myself and closed my eyes, focusing on slowing down my breath.
'The real process starts now..'
'The spirit world huh... Never thought I would see it.'
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