Chapter 181

Grisha released a profound sigh as she observed the peculiar scene unfolding before her.

“Of course, they would have prepared even for such an operation...”

“Let’s make it simple.”

Lennok immediately harnessed his mana and set his foot in motion.

The shockwave generated from his foot struck the steel door forcefully, causing it to vibrate. As a result of the recoil, the split man’s body was propelled forward.

Simultaneously, Lennok and Grisha maintained their distance from one another and employed distinct techniques.

The two men who were rushing towards them were defenseless against the techniques and disintegrated, but they promptly began regenerating.

Their regenerative ability was truly abnormal.

Considering their distinct lack of intelligence, it was a stretch to even classify them as human anymore.

“If you’re not going to eat... eat this in death...!!”

The man who struggled with stuttering raised his slender arm and threw a punch.

It was a plain punch with no magical aura.

Grisha couldn’t help but chuckle, but her expression quickly shifted when she heard the sonic boom emanating from the man’s fist.

Boom!

The man’s fist unleashed a mighty shockwave that shattered the ceiling of the museum, revealing the sky above.

“Insane, what power...!! It would have been impossible not to notice such strength before!!” Grisha muttered, slightly surprised. But then, she had an epiphany.

“No, someone from the outside is adjusting the output. From the beginning to the end, it’s a creation by someone’s hands...!!”

“That’s correct.” Lennok responded as he watched the man’s clone charging towards him.

The clone’s clenched fists emitted incredible power, causing shockwaves to continuously erupt from the ground, propelling it forward at almost imperceptible speed.

However, instead of dodging, Lennok swiftly reached into his coat.

He retrieved the artifact Compassion of Archangel, which briefly glowed.

At the same moment, Davi, who had revealed itself, manipulated the light and directed it precisely at the man.

In an almost surreal moment, the man’s body vanished and collided with the steel door of the exhibition hall in the opposite direction.

Boom!

As the man’s body crashed into the door, Lennok couldn’t help but smile faintly, seeing the door flung open from the force.Thê source of this content n/o/v/(el)bi((n))

His initial probing had yielded better results than he expected.

Subduing the man and gaining access to the sturdy steel door was like hitting two birds with one stone.

While Lennok used his remaining mana to fully control the man, Grisha swiftly completed her task and approached.

“So, are you going to explain what’s going on now?” Grisha asked impatiently, stomping her foot, causing the man’s head to shake pitifully.

Before they knew it, the man’s limbs were tightly bound by strange green rings, rendering him completely immobile.

Grisha had discerned the man’s extraordinary regenerative ability and found it easier to restrain him rather than to kill him.

“What’s the identity of this monster, and why did that door open so easily?”

Lennok explained that a homunculus was not a genuine living creature and, as a result, virtually lacked the typical resistance to techniques possessed by living beings.

To counteract this issue, one would need to use high-quality materials when creating a homunculus. But from the drug lord’s perspective, there was no need to invest that much effort into a mere warehouse guard.

“Let’s go in. Quickly gather what we need and let’s get out.”

Leaving the convulsing homunculus behind, Lennok promptly entered the exhibition hall.

As he stepped inside, the atmosphere took on a distinctly different feel.

Given that it was a storage facility created by the drug lord, the interior was a stark contrast to the primitive exterior; it was refined and delicate. Instead of various artifacts typically displayed behind glass cases, the space housed devices to control humidity and temperature. The floor was covered with soft soil.

Atop this soil, thousands of different herbs and medicinal ingredients were stacked in piles resembling mountains. Sprinklers attached to the ceiling operated at regular intervals, showering an unknown liquid over the extensive collection of medicinal ingredients.

Grisha, who followed Lennok inside, couldn’t help but marvel at the interior.

“For a psychopath who turns humans into monsters, he sure knows how to store things well. The humidity here is comparable to my hometown... and the temperature is remarkably consistent.”

“He probably poured in all sorts of techniques and money to protect his assets.”

“Thousand-day army, White Lilies, Hori Bottle Liquor, Telebia, Bynas... These are rare herbs that are hard to procure even with money. If I can identify this much with my knowledge, the value of the items gathered here must be unimaginable.”

Considering this was probably just one of many storage facilities scattered throughout the continent, one could hardly estimate the drug lord’s wealth. The concealed assets here alone appeared sufficient to surpass the resources of any average corporation.

“The strange thing is, I don’t see as many ingredients typically used for drugs... Usually, when we think of expensive drug herbs, we consider things like Kangsan Thistle or Call 19. Oddly, I don’t see any of those here.”

As Grisha muttered, Lennok promptly began to sift through the neatly piled medicinal ingredients.

He had received a brief description from Yakson, but it was challenging to confirm Malabest without seeing it firsthand.

Grisha was likely searching for some ledger, leaving Lennok alone to sip a potion while carefully examining the mound of herbs.

“Whew...”

Moving his body rapidly after such a prolonged period of inactivity brought a sudden warmth.

He had initially believed that searching through a pile of herbs was a straightforward task, but delicately sifting through the ingredients without causing any damage proved to be more physically taxing than he had anticipated.

Using magic or mana in this delicate environment risked altering these sensitive herbs unpredictably.

Lennok thought he had prepared adequately, but he couldn’t help but let out a wry laugh.

No matter how one strives for self-improvement, there are moments when they are reminded of the inherent limitations of their physical form.

That’s why he needed Yakson’s assistance to create a new potion.

Ultimately, to ascend to greater heights.

To step into the realm of the transcendent, beyond human limitations.

Even if the solution lay in a potion, Lennok couldn’t afford to hesitate when there was no other choice.

“...”

Meanwhile, Grisha diligently searched for the ledger, occasionally glancing at Lennok’s intense concentration.

‘Found it.’

A root splitting into five strands converged into one towards the end, forming the shape of a flower.

Malabest, also known as the ‘underground blossom.’

Once considered a coveted ingredient in the drug industry, this rare component, valued for its unique properties, had become scarce due to advancements in potion-making.

Was it appropriate to call this the drug lord’s herb warehouse? The sight of dozens of Malabest roots, a rarity virtually unobtainable elsewhere, naturally caused Lennok’s hands to tremble with anticipation.