It must have been mixed with the blood of some kind of supernatural creature, though the concentration was very low.
Under Sawada's expectant gaze, Fu Qian picked up the cup.
But he didn't rush to drink. Instead, he brought it close and examined it carefully.
There was clearly some supernatural energy lingering in it. At least now he knew what the supernatural creatures being constantly harvested were used for.
Still, this was a test product for the general public. They probably wouldn't put in anything too precious.
At the same time, Fu Qian didn't believe this method could produce some kind of artificial army of supernatural beings.
People with nothing to lose might be willing to go all in, but once they became supernatural beings, very few would still be willing to serve as mere test subjects.
So Yasui Company's tests were probably meant to help them figure out the underlying patterns.
Unfortunately, judging by the extremely low success rate, they didn't seem to have figured out any patterns at all.
"The potion only lasts for a limited time."
Sawada's reminder came as Fu Qian pondered. His voice even sounded a little plaintive.
Was he worried Fu Qian would change his mind and refuse to drink it?
As if. Why else would he have gone to all this trouble?
Fu Qian shook his head inwardly, raised the cup, and drained it.
A slightly warm liquid slid down his throat. In an instant, it seemed as though countless bubbles burst, sending waves of invisible energy rippling through him.
Fu Qian closed his eyes and carefully savored the sensation.
It did contain traces of supernatural energy, but it didn't seem to do much!
A question soon arose in his mind.
After the initial surge, nothing else happened.
A wisp of supernatural energy