"Still lacking, but almost succeeded..."
Leon muttered to himself as he surveyed the mess surrounding him—the bed, carpet, desk, and various furnishings—all marred by black patches, remnants of the explosions from his repeated failures in concocting an antidote for the devouring poison.
However, his expression revealed no trace of regret; instead, behind his calm and indifferent eyes, there was a fierce passion.
Last night marked the beginning of his self-imposed confinement within the room, dedicated to concocting an antidote for the devouring poison.
Naturally, each attempt ended in failure, echoing the previous night's outcomes. Yet, a distinct change emerged—he had managed to conduct over thirty experiments in a single night!
In fact, the previous night, he had only managed to conduct ten experiments, showing the significant progress he had already made.
