It was as if a bolt of lightning had struck Eli's brain, causing him to wake up quite a bit.
"It can't be?!" Eli turned his head to look not far away. The seemingly withered mouse was still lying in the pile of mice.
As Eli made the potion, the potion seemed to have changed a little.
Eli was an eternal being, so of course, he had done some experiments on himself this year. The clearest perception he had was that he could live forever. The most direct expression was that his life force would not be exhausted.
If the magic potion in front of him could really increase spiritual power by consuming vitality ...
He could then announce that the experiment was a success.
Eli took a deep breath, then immediately remade the potion. Today might be a sleepless night.
...
Three days later!
In the laboratory.
"It's really a success!" eli held a bottle of newly concocted solution in his hand, an excited expression on his face.
