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Chapter 307
Arsha, crying and trying to rush into my arms, had to be stopped.
“Brother?”
“Sorry, Arsha. If you hug right now, you might get really hurt. I’m okay. Could you stay away for just a bit?”
The pure white energy inside my body kept colliding with the massive poison that had taken root in .
Maybe because I pushed her away, she sat down on the spot, mumbling tearfully in confusion.
“Brother… brother’s hurt. Hic! Oh… brother! Brother’s hurt!”
She kept repeating the sa words, unable to do anything else.
I felt guilty seeing her like that.
But regardless of my mories, my body itself wasn’t used to this—this clash between a new poison and the white power inside .
It felt just like the first ti I learned Thanatos, when I had to isolate myself.
Another such crisis was looming.
‘Hey, Librarian. Can’t you fix this quickly?’
[Your body’s compatibility with the powers you carry is high, which is why these dissonances occur.]
[In the Hall of Ten Thousand Poisons, such a situation was never considered.]
[Warning: your body is repeating collapse and recovery. Please employ every possible asure at once.]
So, this kind of thing could happen.
The white power was pushing back because the power I gained in the Hall of Ten Thousand Poisons was so lethal to both my other powers and my physical body that it was trying to suppress it.
If I didn’t have this white power inside right now… things would be much worse.
This side effect was completely unexpected.
From now on, I’d need to be far more cautious whenever transferring mories from the Halls.
I imdiately moved myself sowhere no one else would wander.
“Waaaaah!! Brother! Don’t be sick! Brotheeeeer!!”
Arsha cried harder, calling for as if an infant sobbing desperately, when I hurriedly slipped out the window.
To Arsha, seeing family in pain could only trigger deep trauma.
lissa and I were all she had left.
Even though she had been slowly healing, a scene like this was the most terrifying thing she could imagine. Newest update provided by novel※fire
I wanted nothing more than to hug her and comfort her—but just being near her could put her life at risk.
“Leon?! What’s going on—what the hell is this? What’s wrong with you?”
“Calm Arsha down. And seal this place off—nobody is to co near.”
lissa’s eyes widened at my words.
“You’re doing it again… like last ti…”
“I’ll finish it quickly and co back.”
lissa knew by now that I could suddenly draw upon trendous power from sowhere.
She looked at with troubled eyes, but quickly ordered the servants following her, then sprang up onto the building’s roof.
“Leon, this ti co back quickly.”
“I will.”
“Arsha! It’s okay. Brother’s fine, don’t cry.”
lissa soothed the sobbing Arsha, and I took a sharp breath before twisting space.
That’s when it happened.
Ssshhhhhkkk…
The space I tore open shimred—then collapsed.
“What the hell…?”
What kind of insane poison could corrode magic itself?
I’d never seen anything like this.
Then—soone placed a hand on my back, without fear.
“Luna?”
A wave of exhaustion swept over .
My body was adapting with terrifying speed, but that very process was draining .
Luna’s voice reached .
“Just what… were you doing?”
“It’s nothing. But it’s dangerous, so step back.”
“What could you have done to create a monstrosity of poison like this inside your body?”
Her healing power surged through , but all it could do was aid in patching up the body that kept collapsing.
After all, the mass of poison from the Hall had beco one with my body.
Maybe the only reason I’d lasted this long was thanks to adaptation.
But now, perhaps, I’d reached the point where my body couldn’t handle absorbing multiple Halls’ powers so rapidly.
‘Hey, Librarian. If this is already happening, how did you expect to handle all the powers of the Labyrinth at once?’
[Had your mories been sealed and willpower not dispersed, such problems would not exist.]
So, in the Hall, I must have entered without sealing away other mories.
Well… fair enough.
Then Luna gasped.
“Why… why won’t it heal…?”
Apparently, this wasn’t a wound at all.
The mass of poison inside was tearing apart a body unready for it, faster than Luna’s healing could help.
And for so reason, her healing wasn’t taking effect properly at all.
With movent becoming difficult, I erected a mana barrier around to block others from approaching.
“….”
Luna, confused, then spread her wings and lifted off.
“Where are you going?”
“To fetch sothing that can help.”
As she soared, a placard planted nearby was ripped away by the gust.
—No Pigeon Thieves Allowed.
One of Luna’s angry warnings hamred around the mansion.
“Unbelievable! My help was needed so soon after all!”
About 30 minutes later, Luna returned—bringing an unwelco guest.
Approaching with the brightest smile in the world:
“Don’t worry. I’ll help fix this. My, this poison is fierce! Should we start with a barrier to contain it?”
Even in a crisis, she was smiling radiantly.
Lispa Elde was back.
* * *
It felt like my guts were about to burst after being held back too long.
I grimaced under the foul sensation, like I’d spread poison everywhere just by moving.
[Your body is already overloaded with the Halls’ powers. Until you adapt, further transfers are impossible.]
So that was why there’d been no progress for two years.
The rate of gaining power far exceeded the rate of adapting.
As a result, the mories of the Halls hadn’t fully settled into .
anwhile—
[Hall of Ten Thousand Poisons. The Deadly Poison of the Heaven-Slayer has entered your body.]
Another tenant had just taken up residence.
Aura.
Elental mana.
Necro mana.
The heart of the Machine God.
The power of Thanatos.
The white power.
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My body, already overcrowded with residents, had welcod one more.
And this one was like a lunatic blasting rock music 24/7 in a thin-walled apartnt.
The other energies tried to suppress the toxic invader, but it resisted violently, screaming “This is my turf, get lost!”
Its strength was undeniable…
But little by little, it was being pressed down.
The white power in particular, and the others like aura and mana, were no small forces either.
Lispa began directing Luna and lissa to fetch her materials.
Once she received them, she pounded, kneaded, and combined them skillfully, forming small clumps like herbal pills.
“What a fuss for sothing so simple. Just a ball of herbs.”
“That’s because you’re an idiot.”
What Lispa had made looked like nothing more than mashed herbs rolled into a lump.
No ferntation, no refinent—just raw ingredients.
But when she drew out her lyra, the ordinary beca irrelevant.
Lispa’s power was strange indeed.
Luna’s healing might be nearly absolute against wounds, but Lispa excelled at transformations of the inner self through vast knowledge and music.
The herbal lump floated in the air, wrapped in strange lody, and began to shine.
This wasn’t just mana coating it.
Its very structure was being rewritten.
Could I replicate that with the Machine God’s heart?
No—that was divine power, close to authority itself.
Mimicking it would be impossible.
Maybe it was only weaker because she wasn’t a full archangel anymore.
“How… how can a human body suddenly grow a poison gland?”
Lispa examined curiously before eting my eyes.
“Swallow this whole, and suppress the poison as much as possible. For so reason, your body just needs ti right now.”
If I could simply buy ti—then I could adapt to controlling this poison gland.
“Still… fascinating. With all these mutations, your appearance hasn’t changed at all.”
Indeed, my organs looked completely human.
“Can you do it?”
“I don’t know. Doesn’t feel right.”
Once the mory transfer was complete, maybe—but it was taking too long.
Not just because of quantity, but because absorbing such vast knowledge without backlash was never easy.
If only… I could store the poison raging in sowhere else, even for a while…
“Ah.”
My eyes widened.
In a sense, this poison inside was pure enough to be almost elental.
Ridiculous.
How could a mass of countless impurities be this pure?
“Leon. Use the sa thod as when you created the chick spirit—condense the poison.”
“A spirit contract?”
“Hurry! I’ll hold it back and draw the boundary once it starts leaving you!”
As Lispa shouted, I pondered.
Could it work?
Just then, I felt sothing approach—drawn to the purity of the elent.
A frail, incomplete being.
Empty, rejected even among spirits for lacking a core identity.
A twisted spirit.
Identical in type to Sur, the spirit of heat, and Grivy, the spirit of earth.
[Contract with .]
At my voice, the warped spirit flickered faintly.
It couldn’t speak or think properly, but was drawn to the pure elent I gave off.
And it devoured it greedily—just like Sur had fed on Ctugha’s fire at its birth.
It didn’t resist, and I recited the words of the contract imbued with spirit mana.
I grant to this artificial elent your na and will.
Your flickering fla is your will.
Your searing heat is your heartbeat.
Your na is Serqet.
If I rembered right, that was once a god of poison.
The details escaped , but I’d heard of it.
‘Your mark is Venom.’
I had never seen a more vicious condensation of poison than this.
Beyond harming flesh, it could warp natural laws themselves.
Your essence is harmony—or discord.
Like Sur and Grivy, I nad it, gave it a nature, and defined its essence.
The new spirit was born, feeding on the poison gland’s toxins.
Even this poison, which could lt space itself, could not erase the empty being.
Normally, a twisted spirit couldn’t devour power this way.
But I had devised my own thods, since ordinary spirits rejected .
This was the result.
Twisted spirits weren’t supposed to be born strong.
Yet by chance, this one carried imnse power from birth.
After I swallowed Lispa’s pill and transferred the poison to the spirit, my body began to change rapidly.
Lispa’s lody sank into , resonating with the pill’s power, isolating the poison that had been destroying .
Then the white power took over, swiftly restoring , while adaptation reshaped my body to endure the toxins.
It was like undergoing continuous rebirth in real ti.
As my inner chaos turned to harmony, the new lifeform appeared before .
It had devoured the poison and taken form—a small, brown-furred otter.
My existing spirits appeared too: the calm girl Grivy and the fiery chick Sur.
Both eyed the newborn curiously and stepped closer.
The otter stared blankly at them, then suddenly jolted like a broken cat and flopped over.
“What the—what’s wrong with it?”
“Broken? Is it a cat?”
Everyone stared dumbfounded.
Then the otter abruptly jumped up and began convulsing.
Gulp-gulp-gulp-gulp!
After a long fit, it spat out a violet bead.
“Holy crap. An energy core?”
lissa muttered in shock.
“Like… coughing up a hairball?”
I was stunned too.
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