Notifications rang out one after another in Lynn's ears.
In a short span of less than two hours, Lynn used the alchemy book to brew over a dozen terrifying and strange potions.
To make the taste a bit better, Lynn dug up some aged wine that his teacher had treasured for many years from the basement.
Everything was ready.
Lynn carried out a rocking chair, placed it in the backyard, and lay down on top of it.
A sip of Virus Potion, a sip of aged wine, with a (*￣︶￣*) expression, rocking back and forth, looking thoroughly pleased.
[Ding! You have been poisoned! Your current HP is rapidly decreasing, and you are expected to leave this world within 20 minutes.]
Glug--
[Ding! You chugged a Recovery Potion, and your HP has temporarily recovered.]
[Ding! The virus is wantonly destroying your major internal organs, and you are expected to die from various complications within 15 minutes!]
Glug--
[Ding! You chugged two bottles of potions, and your HP temporarily recovered.]
Just a few minutes later.
Lynn smiled coldly with his hands open, feeling the impact of countless indescribable complications within his body.
The pain alone came in over a dozen different types, not to mention the itching, burning, melting, cold, and high fever. It felt as if countless ants were crawling through his body, or as if someone was holding an air pump and fiercely pressurizing his chest cavity.
He had every single adverse reaction you could possibly think of.
"Heh-heh-heh-heh-if this were inflicted on a normal person, tearing apart ten times over would be enough!"
Lynn gritted his teeth with a cold smile.
And this was the moment to test one's willpower.
Lynn opened the stopwatch.
He set a tentative twenty minutes.
If there was still no reaction after twenty minutes,