After waking Mr. Fool from his sleep with an extremely loud prayer, Sno went to the basement and poured the Baron of Corruption's characteristic out of the iron cigarette case.
He poured spirituality into the beaker, and the Baron of Corruption's characteristic slowly began to melt. Only when it had completely turned into a murky black liquid that gave off an eerie glow did Sno stop.
Taking several deep breaths, Sno calmed and steadied his mind through shallow meditation. Finally, after applying An Zhi Yu to the surrounding area and turning his house into a place people "didn't want to approach," he picked up the potion and poured the bizarre liquid—something not even a pig-headed idiot would drink—into his mouth in one gulp.
"It actually tastes pretty good."
The moment the potion entered his mouth, that illusion appeared in Sno's mind. He called it an illusion because, in the next instant, he felt an intense wave of discomfort.
It was like swallowing some indescribable thing that tasted decent but had a revolting texture. His entire digestive tract began to protest on a physiological level.
Amid waves of dry heaving, Sno suddenly felt as though he had vomited out his own soul. As his perspective spun wildly, he saw his own face.
His body kept twitching and twisting, as though something beneath his skin was trying to crawl out. Along with the bizarre changes in his flesh, Sno's soul began to feel strange as well.
A sharp cutting sensation began spreading through his spiritual body.
Two pieces, four pieces, eight pieces...
It was as if an incomparably sharp blade were continuously carving apart his soul. He could not feel pain, but watching himself get sliced into pieces again and again was especially horrifying.
Sno realized that something was wrong and forcibly