Chapter 521: Youth, strength, and ambition
In the emperor's bedchamber within the imperial palace of the Qinggelie Empire's Imperial Capital.
No imperial consort was attending him in bed. The great, soft imperial bed was drenched in sweat as Emperor Wogevde struggled to control his agonized body and keep his voice down.
"Urgh... ah... I am... I am the eternal... emperor!!!"
"Aaargh!!!!"
Unable to bear the pain any longer, Wogevde let out a roar. Every muscle in his body began to spasm.
Riiip... riiip...
The sheets and blankets were torn to shreds by his tremendous strength.
The terror of impending death enveloped the emperor. His body began convulsing, and white foam spilled from his mouth.
He could feel his body on the verge of collapse!
No! No! No! I won't die!! I won't die!!!
Wogevde had been told that Potions carried a certain degree of danger, and that anyone with a weak body should use them cautiously.
But after regaining his youth, Wogevde believed himself strong and healthy. His confidence had grown excessive, and on the very night he returned to the imperial palace in the Imperial Capital, he had finally succumbed to temptation and used a lower-sequence Potion.
Who could have imagined that this less potent Potion would be practically poison? After drinking it, he had suffered a fate worse than death.
Wogevde convulsed all over, watching helplessly as the muscles in his arms and body writhed as though countless little mice were scurrying beneath them. They moved horribly of their own accord, and he felt as though they might explode at any moment.
Just then, a faint golden-red glow began to emerge from his body.
A mild, burning warmth flowed through him, bringing waves of comfort. It eased his mental strain and exhaustion, gradually soothing his terror as well.