Looking at that small vial of Lion Potion, Silas's eyes widened. "Who would dare use that!"
Jeros put the vial away. "Under normal circumstances, Demon Hunters use it. In some situations, other professions can also use it, such as Swordsmen, Boxers, or Lancers. These professions possess very strong resistance to toxins and excellent control over their bodies."
Silas was taken aback. "So, as long as there's a way to resist the toxins, anyone can use potions, right?"
"You could understand it that way, but it's not realistic."
Silas didn't say more. He twisted open the vial's stopper, and a foul, acrid smell assaulted his nostrils.
"Don't smell it. Drink it down in one gulp," Jeros advised.
Silas held his breath and downed the potion in a single swallow.
The potion tasted awful, like a potent, bitter licorice concoction, so harsh it felt like swallowing cinders. His entire throat burned, and the liquid carried an intense scorching sensation. Silas felt as if he hadn't drunk a potion, but fire!
Fortunately, the pain wasn't overwhelming. Silas clutched his stomach and endured it for about a minute before he began to feel dizzy, his vision blurring, and his thoughts and spirit gradually becoming distorted and indistinct.
The world became incredibly hazy. Strange whispers and murmurs arose in the quiet surroundings.
Thud. Silas, as if heavily intoxicated, collapsed onto the floor. His eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, his hands grasping at the air, at nothing.
"He seems to be seeing things," Warren remarked.
Jeros said calmly, "He has a good affinity for the mystical. If his willpower were a bit stronger, he would have a promising future."
"Are you really planning to bring him into the Divine Punishers? Our relationship with them doesn't seem to be very good," Warren said, having overheard their earlier conversation.
Jeros crossed his legs. "A Priest has a significant advantage when joining the Divine Punishers; it's the most suitable path for them, and we can't prevent it. Silas is the type who values relationships and loyalty. If we give him a little nudge in this direction, we'll have an acquaintance within the Divine Punishers."
Warren gave a thumbs-up. "Brilliant, Master."
At that moment, Silas, lying on the floor, felt as if he were seeing many things he had never seen before: lights, mists, and distorted, unidentifiable shapes.
They were all around him. He reached out to grasp them but found he couldn't.
Gradually, the effects of the potion subsided, and Silas's vision returned to normal.
The whispers in his ears persisted, and now there were even faint sounds of wind.
"Can you hear the whispers of those souls and the flow of faith now?" Jeros asked.
Silas nodded, somewhat dazed. He felt terrible at that moment: his thoughts were muddled, his entire body ached, and an indescribable discomfort plagued him.
"Go back, drink plenty of hot water, and use the latrine frequently. By this time tomorrow, the toxins should be mostly purged. Warren, take him back."
"Yes, Master."
Afterward, with Warren's support, Silas, in a daze, made his way home.
After escorting Silas back, Warren didn't enter the house. He left Silas at the doorstep and departed.
This was his habit.
Demon Hunters were cold-blooded killers. Misfortune clung to them. If they rashly entered someone else's home, they would bring bad luck upon the occupants.
They were already ensnared by misfortune; there was no need to bring negativity to others.
Lying dazedly on his bed, Silas sank into a deep sleep and returned to the Icy Warship.
Seated on the throne, Silas mulled over the day's events.
"The effects of potions are truly bizarre," Silas thought, looking at his own divine body.
First, through his divine eyes, he saw some red threads within his physical body. These threads were ethereal, connecting to some unknown point in the void.
"This must be the power of the contract. Although I feel like I could sever these connections at any time, that would be an extremely foolish act."
Silas still needed the Church's protection to grow stronger.
Next, he saw that his body was filled with purple Spiritual Energy, and some changes had occurred.
Not structural changes, but rather, purple "veins" had appeared in his brain, body, and skin.
"This should be the potion's modification of the body, allowing for smoother circulation of Spiritual Energy and increased perception," Silas thought.
Due to a lack of information, Silas couldn't obtain deeper insights.
So, after processing the information about the eighty-two professions with his divine CPU, he exited the dream.
When he opened his eyes, it was already one o'clock in the afternoon.
He felt much more comfortable now. Subsequently, Silas sensed that his body had received a slight, permanent enhancement; his physical condition had improved from that of an unproductive homebody to that of a normal adult.
Although the improvement was small, Silas was very pleased.
Gurgle…
Along with the rumbling of his stomach, a sharp pain in his abdomen almost made Silas cry out. He then rushed to the washroom as if his life depended on it.
The rest of the afternoon was spent drinking water and visiting the latrine.
As the toxins were gradually eliminated, Silas felt increasingly comfortable, and his mindset began to change.
He felt very calm. Whenever he encountered anything, his first thoughts would turn to deities or miracles. He constantly felt the urge to pray and to purify those "defiled" cultists, making them worship the Tri-Moon Goddesses even more fervently.
"Is this the effect of the Priest Potion? It has so quickly and completely altered my daily behavior, even my mental structure and impulses," Silas thought in astonishment.
Silas was very resistant to this kind of alteration; he had no desire to become a religious fanatic who spoke of nothing but gods.
After pondering for a moment, he re-entered the dream.
Through his divine eyes, Silas quickly analyzed the effects of the potion.
"The effects are fourfold. First, it strengthens the body. Second, it increases the Spiritual Energy veins in the body. Third, it alters facial temperament. Fourth, it changes mental structure and habits."
"Four effects, each controlled by four different and independent structures. The first three don't need to be touched. I just need to correct the mental structure and habits."
Silas could sever the constraints of the contract at any time; clearing some of the potion's effects was even less of a challenge.
Casually picking up the mystical spear, a frigid energy condensed at its tip, forming an ethereal, icy needle.
This ethereal needle easily passed through flesh and pierced the large cluster of purple veins at the back of Silas's divine head.
Bang!
Silas suddenly heard the sound of shattering ice in his ears. He then saw that large cluster of purple veins gradually dissolve into purple particles of light, which then fused with other parts of his body.
"This should be about right now," Silas thought, returning to reality.
"Yes, the effect is very noticeable."
All the previous impulsive thoughts had vanished. His mind was no longer obstructed or constrained in any way.
"Excellent! Then let me first become a Priest who is true to himself!" Silas said, rubbing his hands together, his fighting spirit soaring.