Anon made his way down the narrow staircase that led from his private quarters to the underground laboratory. The steps were worn and uneven, and the air grew cooler and more musty with each downward stride. Finally, he reached the heavy metal door that marked the entrance to his secret domain.
As he pushed the door open, he was struck by the vastness of the space. It was not just a laboratory, but an entire underground city, designed to facilitate the important work that he conducted there.
Anon made his way through the winding streets of the underground city, his footsteps echoing against the walls of the subterranean passageways. Finally, he arrived at sephie’s lab and entered inside.
“Welcome back, Master,” she said, her voice calm and measured.
“Is the subject ready?” he asked, his voice firm and commanding.
“Yes, Master. Everything is prepared and waiting for your command.” sephie nodded.
Sephie led Anon to a separate chamber, lined with shelves full of multi-colored chemicals in glass jars. On another table, an assortment of weapons – daggers, swords, and bows – were scattered haphazardly.
But in the center of the room, there was the subject.
An ogre, its once green skin now mottled with shades of blue and purple, veins bulging and throbbing beneath its surface. Its massive frame was bound by thick iron chains, which groaned under the strain of the creature’s strength.
Anon stood back, his expression neutral as he watched the creature’s labored breathing and the wild look in its eyes. Sephie, on the other hand, was brimming with excitement, eager to see what Anon would do next. But she knew better than to speak out of turn and remained silent, waiting for his next move.
“Fetch me the acids, Sephie,” commanded Anon with a voice that brooked no argument.
“Yes, master,” replied Sephie, her hand darting towards the two bottles of green and red liquids that lied nearby.
As she handed the bottles over to Anon, he focused his attention on the half-transparent screen that had materialized before him.
<The Book of Wisdom is open>.
With a commanding gesture, he beckoned Sephie to prepare her notebook.
“Write down everything I say,” he commanded, his tone stern and unyielding.
Sephie poised her pen above her notebook, ready to transcribe his every word.
“Let us begin with the first experiment – the Body Limit Test.”
Anon’s gaze fell upon the green potion that simmered within the confines of the glass jar, his mind racing with the potential implications of its power.
‘This acid is stronger than the piranha solution itself,’ he mused silently, ‘capable of disintegrating any organic matter in mere seconds. I call it Solution X.’
Sephie, watching from the sidelines, was equal parts fascinated and fearful. Her master had never revealed the true nature of the mysterious liquid, but had warned her to handle it with utmost care.
Without warning, Anon’s attention snapped towards an empty wooden table nearby.
“Fetch me that table, Sephie,” he commanded, pointing with a single finger.
Quick as lightning, Sephie retrieved the wooden table and placed it obediently before her master.
“Let’s put Solution X to the test,” Anon remarked with a sly smirk, as he carefully dropped two drops of the green liquid onto the table’s surface.
The effect was immediate and astounding. Within seconds, the table began to blacken and warp, as the potent acid consumed the organic matter with ferocious efficiency.
Sephie watched in awe as the black deformity spread across the table, reducing it to nothing more than a puddle of viscous black liquid.
As a lamia, Sephie possessed a wealth of knowledge about chemicals and their properties, but this new discovery was like nothing she had ever seen before.
Sephie yearned to ask Anon about the mysterious solution, but the promise she had made to him bound her tongue.
*Pop*
The cork of the red solution beaker popped open, Sephie watched in silence as Anon deposited two drops of the crimson liquid onto the puddle of blackened liquid of the wooden table. ．𝚌ｏ𝚖
‘This solution was obtained from the alchemy system store,’ Anon thought to himself, ‘it’s the best thing the system has given me yet.’
In an instant, the black mush began to transform before their eyes, as the Restoration Potion took effect. Within mere seconds, the wooden table was restored to its former glory.
Anon chuckled in amazement, “This Restoration Potion is truly incredible. It can restore any non-living organic matter with just a small amount of the original body’s real material.”
Sephie was bursting with questions, but she held them in check, simply marveling at the miracle that had transpired before her.
Without hesitation, Anon hurled the Solution X towards the ogre. But to his surprise, the acid had no effect on the creature’s steely skin.
“Too strong,” Anon muttered to himself as he returned the Restoration Potion to the wooden table.
“Acid test failed,” he declared, signaling for Sephie to record the result in her notebook.
The half-transparent screen flickered to life once more, displaying the words:
[Unknown Creature]
[Experiments]
[Body Limit Test]
[Acid Experiment: Failed.]
“Commencing the second test: Weapon Resistance,” Anon declared, selecting a sword made from bronze from the weapon table nearby. Sephie scribbled down the results, noting that the tools were made by Biyuk at Anon’s command.
Without hesitation, Anon attempted to pierce the ogre’s skin with the bronze sword. But the moment the sword touched the creature’s body, it shattered into a thousand pieces. The ogre displayed no sign of pain or discomfort.
“Bronze sword: failed,” Anon announced, wasting no time before grabbing an iron sword and lunging it towards the ogre.
*Clank*
The iron sword proved no match for the creature’s tough hide and shattered like paper upon impact.
“Iron Sword: failed.”
Anon picked up a silver sword next.
*Clank*
“Silver Sword: failed.”
*Clank*
“Gold Sword: failed.”
*Clank*
“Platinum Sword: failed.”
Anon had spent a fortune to create the platinum sword, and yet it broke with ease against the ogre’s skin.
Finally, Anon selected the mithril sword and pressed it towards the creature’s abdomen.
*Chek*
The results were not disappointing this time. The tip of the sword pierced through the ogre’s steel-like skin, leaving a small hole on its abdomen. However, no blood was visible.
“Mithril Sword: passed,” Anon announced.
He continued with several more experiments on the ogre, but eventually stopped and commanded Sephie.
“Next test: Mind Control.”
[Author: I’ve hired an editor, tell me if the quality of the text improved or not ?]