Level 1 to Infinity: My Bloodline Is the Ultimate Cheat! Chapter 713: Pain Amplification Elixir

The one currently controlling the avatar was Morzan.

How else would Leo know who it was the second he spoke?

Before this, Morzan had dragged him to the SK Tavern day after day.

It had nearly driven the guy insane...

You could look, you could even touch a little, but you couldn’t go for the ho run.

Once or twice was fine, but over a week straight? How was a red-blooded young man like him supposed to handle that?

Eventually, he started avoiding Morzan.

Besides, Celeste was back now.

If she found out he was spending all his ti in a place like that, he’d be signing his own death warrant.

Luckily, it seed Morzan had let him off the hook these last few days.

Otherwise... he didn’t know what was up with the boss’s avatar, but it could even use skills inside the city’s safe zone. Every ti Leo refused to go, Morzan would beat him down in three moves flat. Then he’d pull out that little dagger and wave it right in front of Leo’s crotch.

He didn’t know if getting chopped in that area would have any real-world effects, but that kind of fear wasn’t sothing he ever wanted to experience.

Now that the old fiend was here, Leo felt a pang of schadenfreude. The old man had a bottomless bag of tricks for tornting people.

Leo watched Morzan intently.

Morzan walked up to the ten pinned-down n and crouched. He pulled a vial of purple liquid from his pocket.

"Tsk, tsk. This stuff is expensive. Now be a good boy... open wide," Morzan said, staring at the man in front of him.

The guy on the ground wasn’t about to obey. But Morzan’s hands were faster than his words. He reached out, squeezed the man’s cheeks, and...

Thump...

...shoved the entire vial into his mouth.

Then, he slamd the man’s jaw shut.

CRUNCH.

The glass vial shattered between his teeth.

"Aghhh! You people are inhuman!" a blood-curdling scream tore from the man’s throat.

The scream made everyone freeze. What was that potion? The man’s face was turning the color of raw liver.

Normally, potion vials were designed to dissolve on contact. They shouldn’t make a shattering sound.

What they didn’t know was that Morzan had bought the potion, emptied it, and refilled it with a real, solid glass bottle.

"Go on. Feed it to the others," Morzan waved a hand. Nine more vials flew into the hands of the Renegade Alliance elites holding the other n down.

They caught them on reflex, but the mont the vials touched their palms, their expressions changed drastically.

"Holy shit, it’s the Pain Amplification Elixir! The stuff that costs 100 gold a bottle!"

Everyone had seen it in the system shop. Nobody ever bought it. You’d have to be an idiot.

Not only could nobody afford the price, but the na alone told you what it did. Amplify pain? That was just asking for suffering.

A few of the elites fumbled, nearly dropping the vials. 100 Gold... that was over 100 grand in cash. Just sitting in their palms...

"What are you waiting for? Feed it to them. Or were you planning to drink it yourselves?" Morzan urged.

"Uh... right."

The nine n bent down, mimicking Morzan’s technique, and forced the mouths of their captors open.

...

"I’ll talk! I’ll talk! What do you want to know?" one of the nine n, who had been moaning after seeing the first guy’s fate, turned pale as a ghost when he heard the potion’s na.

The Renegade Alliance warriors holding the vials paused, looking down at the pleas coming from under their boots.

Even Morzan glanced over at Ethan.

"You didn’t want to talk when we asked. You don’t get to decide when you feel like talking now. Shove it in," Ethan’s voice was cold, his face stern.

With the boss’s order given, the Renegade Alliance n didn’t hesitate. They cramd the vials into the screaming n’s mouths.

"AGHHH... OW.."

A chorus of agonized screams erupted.

"Heh heh..." Morzan showed no sympathy. He pulled out a small hamr—a blacksmith’s forging hamr—from his inventory.

He grinned at the Reynolds Trading Company man in front of him, who stared back with wide, terrified eyes.

"What are you... going to do? ...No, don’t!"

SMACK.

As the man pleaded, Morzan grabbed one of his hands, placed his pinky finger on the ground, and brought the hamr down.

SQUELCH.

The finger was pulverized into a bloody paste.

The power of Ethereal’s 100% full-imrsion virtual reality was on full, grueso display.

"AGHHHH!" the man shrieked, the shattered bone of his finger poking through the burst skin. The visual impact of the spurting blood was imnse.

Celia, who had been watching the entire ti, flinched. Her face paled, and a cold sweat broke out. Her hands trembled involuntarily. The empathetic feeling was terrifying.

The several dozen other Reynolds Trading Company mbers watching also turned as white as sheets. A few of them began to shake, clearly terrified. If this weren’t Ethereal, they’d likely have wet themselves.

Even the hundreds of elite Renegade Alliance players felt a collective shudder. Among them were many won, who averted their eyes.

"Your turn," Morzan said cheerfully to the other nine warriors once he was done.

"Uh..." The nine guys looked at each other.

Gritting his teeth, one of them grabbed the hair of the man beneath his boot, yanked his head up, and then slamd it down into the cobblestones.

CRUNCH.

The Reynolds man’s nose exploded in a shower of blood and tears.

This guy was a Berserker. The strength of a warrior class was imnse, far beyond what a non-combatant crafter could endure.

The others followed suit, so adding their own creative flourishes. They went for maximum pain and brutality.

After the ordeal, the ten n were half-dead, completely devoid of the strength to struggle.

"Honey, what is Ethan trying to find out?" Celia asked, a touch of pity in her voice as she tugged gently on Victor’s sleeve.

Victor shook his head slowly. He couldn’t figure out Ethan’s angle either.

Seeing that the n had been sufficiently softened up—and that the ten-minute duration of the potion was likely over—Ethan finally stepped forward. He stepped over one of the groaning bodies and faced the remaining few dozen Reynolds mbers.

The group flinched as he approached. A chill of dread ran from the soles of their feet to the crowns of their heads. This man was terrifying. The others had called him ’Boss.’

Was he the Druid God?

These crafters spent their days in workshops, repeating the sa tasks over and over. They didn’t follow ga news or dynamics; they had no ti. They had never seen the videos on the official forums showing Ethan’s real face.

"I’m going to ask questions. You will answer. If no one answers, I’ll pull out ten more of you. Understood?" Ethan’s voice was quiet, his face sporting a kind, amiable smile.

"Y-yes... Understood..." the group chorused, their voices uneven but unanimous in their compliance.

"Good." Ethan pointed at the two specialists—the bald blacksmith under Williams’s foot and the engineer serving as Leo’s chair. "My first question: Among the people you sent here, besides those two, were there any others at the Expert tier?"

In that mont, everyone was taken aback—Celia, Victor, and the others included.

They hadn’t expected that to be his question.

However, after a mont of stunned silence, Celia’s expression shifted dramatically. A flash of understanding dawned in her eyes.

She finally got it. Now she understood why these guys had been so enraged when she announced the work stoppage.