This Kind of Determination Is Hard to Make

As the latest piece of Plastic Bone was birthed in the large crate, Thor finally had enough of them collected.

This accidentally discovered Plastic Bone was resistant to high temperatures, water immersion, and acid erosion. After Thor's secondary processing, it had also become more flexible, rendering it impervious to being cut by ordinary sharp weapons.

Furthermore, this material would become as soft as modeling clay under continuous electric shocks, which actually made Thor's subsequent processing quite convenient.

After sending off his first guest, Thor returned to the workbench, where the solution in the crucible had mostly evaporated, leaving only a small puddle of viscous substance at the bottom.

It looked somewhat like the dregs left over after reducing a sauce over high heat.

Thor carefully used his white bone left hand to pick up the still-scalding crucible, poured it into another bottle, and then sealed the opening.

With this, his preparatory work was basically complete.

Tonight, or tomorrow, he would begin the final—Wizard Body Modification!

Thor sat in his chair, leaning back lazily, staring blankly at the bottles and jars on the table.

He had an illusion that, once the modification was complete, he would no longer be himself.

But without the modification, he would never be able to control his own destiny.

He glanced at the hourglass on the wall; it was only four in the afternoon.

Three more hours to go...

Thor looked back at the candle on the teleportation platform.

The candlelight was dim and yellow.

His work for the day was already finished.

"Should I send that Level 2 apprentice's brain to Kongsha?"

Thor had not yet handed over the Level 2 apprentice he had obtained when Peggy died to Kongsha.

He had studied it himself for a long time, but he didn't understand how Kongsha intended to use it.

With Thor's current store of knowledge, a brain was not a particularly good wizardry material.

It was too easy for dangers to be hidden within.

"Forget it, the Level 2 apprentice already gave me a huge surprise anyway. I'll just hand his head over to Kongsha in exchange for other benefits I can actually use."

Thor walked to the cabinet, took out a box, and wrapped it in the pale yellow leather Kongsha had given him.

This piece of leather had been used to deal with an evil spirit last time; fortunately, it wasn't damaged, but it had inevitably become stained with a foul stench. Even though Thor had tried his best to remove it, he had only managed to get it to a point where it was slightly less nauseating.

As for that mask... Thor had temporarily shelved it.

He wrapped the box and walked to the door.

Thor's hand rested on the handle of the scarlet door, but he suddenly stopped.

He raised his hand, "Smack!"

He slapped himself across the face.

"Damn it, you've come this far, what are you still running from?"

Thor used a lot of force, and his right cheek swelled up immediately.

But the pain also brought him clarity.

He hugged the yellow leather-wrapped box, put it back in the cabinet, and stood back in front of the workbench.

"Completing the modification a day early is one step closer to escaping this predicament. Procrastination and failure both mean death! Don't wait any longer, start the experiment now!"

It was precisely because Thor had prepared all the materials for the Wizard Body Modification today that he had been absent-minded all day long.

Even Keli could tell he was nervous.

The fear of failure had even made Thor subconsciously avoid starting the experiment.

It wasn't until he reached the door that he gave himself a fierce slap, using the pain to awaken the memories of the fear he had felt when facing death several times.

"Sid is still lurking like a tiger, Kongsha is no saint, and there aren't many days left until Master Kazi's test; how can you afford to waste time?"

Thor took a deep breath, resolutely reached out to open the bottle, took out all the Plastic Bone inside, placed it on a large tray, and began to apply electric shocks to it.

The electric shock instrument was a weapon engraved with a Rank 0 Tremor Shock. After Thor bought it, he dismantled the unnecessary parts and converted it into experimental equipment.

The small mountain of Plastic Bone began to soften and collapse under the continuous electric shocks.

However, it would still be a while before it was ready for use.

Thor opened the other bottles and began to prepare a fusion liquid.

This fusion liquid would evaporate quickly and lose its effectiveness, so Thor could only prepare it on the spot once the Plastic Bone had softened.

However, because he had practiced many times before, this preparation went off without a hitch.

The other miscellaneous items were also ready.

While keeping his eyes on the softening progress of the Plastic Bone in the tray, Thor took off his coat and draped it over the back of his chair.

Thor raised his left hand, which was already a white bone up to the wrist.

The Plastic Bone had completely softened, and Thor quickly poured it into the fusion liquid.

He watched as the Plastic Bone continued to shrink and soften under the influence of the fusion liquid, taking on a consistency like cement.

Thor picked up several vials of potions from the table and downed them.

He even consumed a small drop of the potion Kongsha had given him, which allowed for the rapid absorption of elemental particles.

Finally, he reached out and grabbed a handful of the softened Plastic Bone directly from the fusion liquid, beginning to smear it onto his left hand.

The fusion liquid burned away parts of Thor's skin, and his blood mixed into it, turning the clear liquid a dark red.

Thor gasped in pain.

But his own flesh and blood were a necessary part of the modification, so he had no choice but to endure the agony and continue.

As more and more of the Plastic Bone was smeared onto Thor's left hand, the hand that had been numb for so long began to gradually feel pain.

Pain was better than numbness.

Thor kept a close eye on the Hardcover Book.

The fact that the latter remained quiet was the greatest affirmation for Thor.

Finally, all the Plastic Bone had been applied to his left hand, and Thor's right hand was already dripping with blood.

But he did not stop, continuing to use his wounded right hand to shape the softened Plastic Bone.

This step was like molding clay or making pottery, only the material was quite special.

Under Thor's efforts, a hand gradually took shape—to make this prosthetic hand look better, Thor had spent quite a bit of time playing with mud in private.

With the internal white bone as support, a prosthetic hand streaked with blood soon took form.

This hand was a size larger than Thor's right hand, but it shouldn't look so abrupt once Thor grew up.

After completing the connection between the white bone and the skin, Thor submerged his entire left forearm into a large jar filled with solution.

A plume of white smoke hissed out, obscuring the view.

The scent of roasting meat drifted into Thor's nostrils, yet it failed to evoke any memories of food.

There was no helping it; it was too painful.

Just enduring the urge not to pull his hand out had already exhausted all of Thor's willpower.

To distract himself, Thor began to let his mind wander.

If I am in this much pain just modifying a hand, what kind of horrors has Senior Sister Kongsha experienced? And Mentor Monica, with the constant electric shocks on her body—is she truly without sensation?

Right, and there's Big Pink, whom I've only seen once. Does he have no skin, like in those horror stories, forced to use bandages as skin...

The hourglass reminded him that the time was up.

Thor yanked his arm out, and due to the excessive force, he fell backward onto the floor.

As his back hit the ground, Thor clutched his left hand with his right, curling up and rolling on the floor.

After the pain finally subsided, Thor, drenched in sweat, slowly sat up. The droplets of water on the floor were ruthlessly smeared away.

He propped himself up with his right hand, grabbing the leg of the laboratory table to pull himself up bit by bit.

The extreme pain made his brain swell.

The pain seemed to spread from his left hand to his entire body, and Thor felt as though every part of him was uncomfortable.

He even had the illusion that he had fallen deathly ill and was about to die.

But the Hardcover Book remained quiet, letting Thor know that he was still alive.

He trembled as he reached for the final potion.

It was the heart he had obtained from the Level 2 apprentice who had been possessed by an evil spirit.

A heart that had grown inside a dead man, yet still possessed vitality.

Thor had tested the heart and found it non-toxic; it even contained residual magic potion, which was exactly what kept the heart active.

Thor analyzed that after the Level 2 apprentice was severely injured, he had taken some kind of life-saving wizard potion to make it back to the Wizard Tower. However, he did not know he had been possessed by an evil spirit, and in the end, he died, bringing the evil spirit back to the Wizard Tower.

Of course, there was an even more sinister possibility.

The Level 2 apprentice had returned alive, only to be finished off by Peggy, who wanted to scavenge the materials.

Now, everything had fallen into Thor's lap.