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After lighting the oil lamp in the 'Safe House' and adjusting it to its brightest, Arthur finally settled into the chair, swirling the test tube in his hand.
Gazing at the crystal-clear potion, Arthur uncorked the vial and directly gulped down the "Glory Potion (Perfect)."
It had a slightly viscous consistency, like half-melted jelly, with a faint sweetness that soon turned spicy, as though he had swallowed a strangely textured hot strip.
That was Arthur's assessment before his vision began to blur—
Tender leaves slowly detached from branches, gliding through the humid air and landing on the damp ground.
A palm-sized beetle joyfully devoured this gift from the heavens.
Therefore, it failed to notice a lizard, over a meter long and perfectly camouflaged in the surrounding phantom realm, slowly approaching.
By the time the beetle realized, it was too late—the lizard's tongue shot out, ensnaring the beetle and then began to chew voraciously.
Crack!
