Why are there toads in the sewer?
This question was already important, what mattered was why the other party had become so big, and what exactly had been absorbed and changed so amazingly.
Just as Eleazar was about to make a surprise sneak attack and put an immediate end to the giant toad's life, a fleshy tentacle-like snail suddenly and slowly extended from the sludge beneath his feet.
Then one of the top eyes opened and met Witcher's astonished gaze for a split second.
"Wow~"
The silver sword sliced through the tentacles in the next second, but by the time Eleazar had resumed casting his eyes down the cistern again, he realized that the giant toad had raised its head sideways.
The huge, yellow-eyed eye looked at him with unblinking eyes.
"Ugh, how annoying..."
Eleazar grumbled and jumped straight down. The next second, the place where he had been standing was exploded by a dark green ball of water.
"Venomous spray, flicking tongue lash..."
Witcher, who had just landed on his feet and had been attacked by another tongue strike sneak attack, mulled over the creature's abilities.
Then the giant toad came charging in like a locomotive carrying the roiling sewage.
The silver sword subconsciously went up, and then the brain pondered for half a second and immediately commanded the limbs to dodge to the side.
"It's disgusting..."
Resisting the urge to roast the toad outright with a mouthful of dragon's breath, Eleazar wandered around, trying to figure out a way to end the fight a little more painfully.
The big toad-shaped truck, which had no brakes, hit the wall of the pool head-on with a loud thud, and a whole bunch of indescribable things fell with a sniff and a jolt overhead.
Witcher, who was dodging the sky-dropping dirt, missed the best time to counterattack, and by the time he came to the monster's side, his opponent had regained his stun, flexed his limbs, and quickly jumped up to stomp heavily again, redirecting his direction in the process.
"BOOM!!!"
A ring of dark, greenish, aged pulp diffusely covered the area.
"Quack-quack-quack."
The toad let out a chirp, seeming a little curious as to where the food had gone.
Above, Witcher, who had ducked into one of the outfalls, took a deep breath of the foul-smelling air, then jumped down without making a sound.
Falling in mid-air, his right leg stomped fiercely toward the stone wall again, and his figure suddenly swept out like refracted lightning.
Out came the sword, swung and slashed, stepped lightly on the bottom of the shallow layer of sewage water with his toes, and the refracted figure reappeared across the half-empty sewage outfall, slowly retracting his sword.
Under the cistern, the giant toad that suddenly stiffened and didn't move, its two eyeballs protruded, and its body slowly split into two halves, front and back.
[Residual magic potion: 977→947]
Standing two meters above the outfall, Witcher surveyed the monster's corpse with a deep stare.
"Poison glands, tympanic membranes, tongues, outer skin..."
The transcendental activity, unwilling to dissipate, all flowed to these four parts of the corpse, as long as they could be successfully transformed, they would be able to survive in another way.
After waiting a long time, he saw all of the transcendental activity in the tympanic membrane run out again, surging toward the half of the outer skin that had begun to buckle.
Eleazar jumped down and gave a gentle tug with his hand, easily tearing off half of the slime-covered transcendental outer skin.
The massive corpse was then turned over and the resolved tongue and poison glands were put away as well.
The last mouthful of dragon's breath spewed out, burning the two corpses, already worthless, to ashes on the spot.
Casually pulling out three containers to put away the three low-level materials, Eleazar lifted his gaze.
"Well, time to investigate the source..."
Where on earth did the transcendent medium leak from that mutated Mr. Toad into an extraordinary being who could hunt swans?
Hollow eyes, momentarily faded transcendent vision, a wisp of water bubbling with a dull greenish light, pointing upwards to some outfall.
That passage is very small and requires bending your body low to proceed.
Thinking of the vial of Sands of Time, Eleazar, with an immensely stifled half-crouch, tapped the brightly lit lamp again to stabilize the light, and then lifted it to look inside.
The dark passageway was deep, and a field of toad corpses could be seen in the distance.
"Where did all the critters come from?"
Eleazar slowly moves his feet over picks one up and looks at it.
"There are signs of dissection..."
Dropping it and picking up another one that similarly exploded and died.
The small toad with only half of its body left in Transcendent Sight has a faint color of Transcendent Material.
"Well, it's traces of an experiment..."
"Someone is conducting transcendental experiments, trying their hand at small animals first..."
Eleazar raised his head and subconsciously wiped his hands on the stone wall, only to wrinkle his brow in a strong frown as he continued on his way after realizing that his hands had become even dirtier.
Finally, we came under an outfall that was still dripping colorless liquid.
It looked as if it was just normal clear water, but in Transcendent Vision, all of that liquid had traces of Transcendent material stuck to it.
"What idiot is this? Washes his hands directly after doing a transcendental experiment like this? And dumping the experiments into the toilet and flushing them away?"
Eleazar looked at the drain with indifference; the passage was only as big as his head, and there was no way he could have gotten up there.
To perfectly complete the mission to get the ＜Sand of Time＞, Eleazar thought hard about the way to track it.
"Looks like it'll have to do..."
Wiping his hands on his pants, which he wouldn't want when he got out later anyway, he pulled out his crucible and a few ingredients and configured the potion on the spot.
"Pure water, 100 milliliters..."
"Fuck!!!"
Witcher, who had just poured pure water when a drop of sewage splashed down on his head, nullifying the entire pot, was so furious that he moved away from the crucible and switched to another spot.
Dump the yellowed-out sewage and pour pure water back in.
Thinking that something unidentified might even splash down when the temperature heated up later, all he could do was lean forward and block the crucible.
With a burst of chest heat from the heat, Eleazar swore that this was the worst alchemical environment he'd ever been in since his debut.
...
For a long time, after refining the pot of ＜Marked＞ potion, he couldn't wait to howl to vent the torment in his heart.
Quickly bottling the potion, he fills it with a full five, then splashes the residue of the unfinished half of the bottle against the wall of the passageway, and finally rubs the tarnished magical iron crucible into scrap metal, vaporizing it directly with a mouthful of Dragon's Breath.
With a wooden face, he quickly returned the way he came, and after briefly explaining to the acolyte guarding the top that the monsters inside had been taken care of, he ran off into the distance on conspicuous footprints.
Along the way, passersby on both sides of the road kept covering their noses and waving and casting disgusted glances, and Eleazar couldn't help but feel a little worse for wear, so he picked up the pace again to make it to the disguised Transcendental Hospital. He rushed headlong into the convent, and to the exclamations of shock from the nuns who were panicked and avoiding him, rushed straight into the bathroom and shuffled around for a long, long time...
...
Halfway through the morning, Witcher, who had changed into a white monk's habit, opened his perceptual vision to trace the bright mark in the ground, only to end up at the Knight's Manor, just outside the suburbs.
Eleazar looked up a little incredulously, and there was a long silence.
Finnian, who happens to be watering the flowers in the garden, turns around and then runs over with a smile on his face.
"What a coincidence, Eleazar-san, are you a guest today as well?"
"Finnian, you ..."