Blacksmith of the Apocalypse Chapter 1461. Unaging and Everlasting

Strapped to the gurney was a malford creature, covered in overflowing tumors. It was roaring and struggling as waves of pain washed over the deford body, the tumors rapidly pulsing and growing until- The beast turned into dust.

Another adventurer had died. Another drug failed. Another step closer to his goal. It didn't matter; adventurers would keep coming, and there were always more subjects to experint on. Working as a dungeon boss was simply perfect for his goals.

There were so many disposable test subjects, and all he had to do was use the failed experints to collect them for him. There had been fewer recently, but he could wait. He had ti. In the dungeon, he wouldn't die, and he wouldn't age.

It was almost a perfect eternal life, so close to his dream. However, he couldn't leave the dungeon. To experience this eternal existence, he was confined to this small, cramped place. However, if his experints finally succeeded, he could turn himself into an undying being, without giving up his fleshly body and becoming an undead.

Progress was slow, but what did speed an compared to eternity? If he could endure this, there was no point in becoming immortal in the first place. At so point, sowhere in the future-

“I will beco an undying being! Unaging, everlasting!” he exclaid with an insane cackle.

BOOM!

His manic laughter was rudely interrupted by the doors of the boss room flying open and crashing into the walls. Did another subject deliver itself to his doorsteps? or was it a strong one, here to steal his subjects again?

He looked to the entrance and blinked in confusion. Nobody. The entrance was empty. Who had kicked open his doors? There was NO way this was the wind. Maybe his opponent was invisible- The mont the thought ca to his mind, he cast a barrier around himself, but he was too late. As the mbrane rose, he felt a cold touch on his throat.

“Fucking trash, wasting my ti with this crappy dungeon. You want to be unaging and everlasting? Don't worry, I will make sure you will,” he heard a whisper. It was the last thing he ever heard in this life. It was a curse, but it also sounded like a promise.

Sound vanished. Light vanished. All senses vanished. He was embraced by a freezing cold darkness, and all he felt was a soul-chilling emptiness. In the mont of his death, the manic smile on his lips finally softened.

...

With this, the boss of “The Dark Mage's Laboratory” was gone, once and for all. Although it was the only soul he had gotten in this place, it made the trip almost worth it.

The lv.80 boss actually gave him an epic-rated, massive soul. The first and only one he had gotten today. That it contained his ego was sub-optimal, but that could be fixed later. Having finished checking his loot, he turned to the room.

Looking at the room full of gurneys with mutated adventurers strapped to them and various alchemical setups, Seth realized that the dark elf wizard was like a low-tier trash version of a Maestro.

The kind of untalented quack a demonic Maestro would not even use for errands. Blinded by dangerous half-knowledge and twisted beliefs, carrying out experints and research far away from sense or the scientific thod.

He glanced at the monstrosities strapped to the gurneys. With a wave of his hand, all the captured adventurers turned to ashes, to be revived at the adventurer guild, without these horrid deformations. However, no one would be able to take away their knowledge of what happened to them here.

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