Jiang Han stared at the bubbling teal-blue potion in the syringe and pondered a very serious question:
"Inject it, or drink it?"
After hesitating for a moment, she took a cup and pushed all the liquid from the syringe into it in one go.
'Injection is always more effective than drinking,' according to top-secret Potion Studies—Volume Three, a principle found in every A3 advanced witch potioncraft textbook. Its author was Dorothea, the half-human, half-god mistress of alchemy and potions, one of only three witches whose titles were connected to 'gods.'
Yet Jiang Han still chose to drink it.
Because she was afraid of pain.
Jiang Han picked up the glass, tipped back her head, and gulped it down in one breath.
Carbonated drinks had been used as the base, so it tasted sweet—though it did make one prone to burping.
Fizzy bubbles burst against her throat with a tingling sensation, while an unfamiliar numbness spread around her temples.
In the span of a single second, maddening knowledge flooded wildly into her brain, temporarily splitting apart the tissue in Jiang Han's right hemisphere. The potion transformed into cerebrospinal fluid and was injected into the cavities of her brain. Tens of millions of neurons reorganized, regenerated, and connected to the 'deep sea' indicated by mysticism.
Jiang Han let out a low growl, pressing her fingers to the table and clawing hard enough to leave gouges several centimeters deep.
She felt no pain. Instead, an indescribable sense of ease washed over her... rising from the depths of her heart, sinking into her lower abdomen, as though she had plunged into the deep sea and returned to the homeland that had birthed all things. It nearly scattered her consciousness and drove her thoughts mad.
She covered her face with one hand. Through her hazy,