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Roger had no idea how much time had passed as he suffered repeatedly in the depths of agony, wishing at this moment that he could just die immediately.
Finally, the effects of the Pain Potion ended, and he struggled to get up, but after several attempts, he couldn't control his body.
The potion had completely destroyed his muscle fibers, and the pain he felt now far exceeded any workout he had experienced before—had it been before, he would have likely fainted.
But without a comparison, there was no harm.
Compared to the agony just before, it was now incredibly mild.
It took him a good fifteen minutes to crawl to the nearby bed, where he let down his last guard, not even bothering to set an alarm, before darkness enveloped his vision, and he lost consciousness entirely.
When he awoke, it was already bright outside, and Roger sat up abruptly, shocked.
"My strength?"
He paused, feeling a surge of power within him. Seeing the empty vials on the floor, Roger shivered.
