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Dole glanced at Bal and relaxed.
The Hallucinogenic Potion was green, with countless white gleams shimmering within it, like streaks of stars suspended in the potion.
Holding the Hallucinogenic Potion in his hand, he calmed himself. Then, with a lift of his hand, he brought the potion to his lips and drained it in one gulp. He closed his eyes and immersed his entire being in his sea of consciousness.
The Hallucinogenic Potion was immensely volatile. The instant he closed his eyes, his formerly still sea of consciousness suddenly trembled. His entire body grew drowsy, as though some mysterious force were tugging at his spirit and shaking his sea of consciousness. A strange power rocked every single copper coin.
That force was immensely powerful, carrying an incomprehensible strength as it interfered with his mind in every possible way.
It's here, Dole thought, hurriedly guarding his true self.
He focused all his spiritual power upon the copper coins, striving to preserve the integrity of each one and keep them from shaking.
Just then, he heard calls ringing out one after another. They seemed to come from beside his ears, yet also seemed to strike directly at his soul. The voice was warm and pleasant, like his mother's voice from long ago.
The moment he heard it, Dole froze.
He did not immerse himself in that voice. He never forgot what he was doing or what was happening. Instead, he found the source of the voice deeply strange.
This Hallucinogenic Potion really had some tricks up its sleeve.
The voice grew louder and more intense. He felt as if his entire body had fallen under its embrace. It grew warmer and warmer, as though it were wrapping around him. It made him think of his mother and father—but he knew perfectly