Inside the Demon Cult’s hideout, I staggered to my feet among the thirty corpses strewn across the floor. The aftereffects of the Soul Stigmata Amplifier Potion hit hard as soon as the potion’s power wore off. Professor Bastion hadn’t been kidding when he had said it was made without considering side effects. The agonizing pain resulting from my body’s energy channels being twisted was beyond imagination. 0

“Ugh! Damn, that hurts,” I muttered.0

Nevertheless, the potion’s performance was undeniable. Moreover, this was just a prototype, theoretically only boosting thirty percent of mana capacity. 0

Grinning in satisfaction, I thought of the Seven Star Herb I had stashed away in my bag and wondered, If thirty percent gives me this much, what would a full version be like? 0

Soon, the aftereffects mostly wore off, and it was time for me to investigate the interior of the hideout. However, I wasn’t expecting much from it. The demon bastards had taken extreme measures to maintain the hideout’s security,...0