After planning his route, Benjamin did not leave immediately.
He leisurely finished the last piece of meat, drained the hot soup in his bowl in one gulp, then lowered his head to look at his right hand.
"Then—"
He lightly flexed his fingers, his expression still calm. "It's time to deal with something else."
The moment his words fell—
Crack—
A faint, nearly inaudible sound of shattering came from his fingertips.
The next moment, his entire puppet body began collapsing at a rate visible to the naked eye.
The food had been poisoned, and it was no ordinary poison.
It was an exceedingly rare, high-grade supernatural toxin.
Not only could it evade the perception of a level-six wizard, it was also lethal to flesh-and-blood bodies at the level of a level-six wizard.
Benjamin watched as the tip of his index finger silently melted away.
Like wax roasted by blazing fire, the skin slowly slid off his knuckles, exposing the bones within, which had already been dyed pitch-black.
Then, like a plague running out of control, the collapse rapidly spread from his limbs throughout his entire body.
Muscle fibers convulsed continuously, and his skin peeled away inch by inch.
Benjamin lowered his head to look at his melting right hand, without the slightest trace of panic in his eyes.
Instead, there was a hint of contemplation.
He raised his other hand, the left one whose alloy skeleton had already been exposed, and carefully scraped off a piece of blackened, necrotic tissue with two fingers.
He then took out a sampling tube and sealed the sample inside.
At the same time, Benjamin activated the All-Purpose Eye and began analyzing the toxin within his flesh.
As the analysis deepened, a strange look gradually appeared in Benjamin's eyes.
"Not right—"
His spiritual power traced