A strange smile appeared on Mr. A's face. "Of course, you could also let the Lord plant a Divinity Sapling inside you. Once it slowly matures, you will naturally become a vessel for the Lord's descent-a Descent Vessel in the truest sense."
"..."
So, becoming like Lanevus, right?
I wanted to throw my weight around with a god backing me, not actually become a god.
While Edward inwardly swore up a storm, the smile vanished from Mr. A's face, and he said flatly:
"Rest assured, as you drink the potion, the Lord will transfer into your body, consuming all the potion you drank in the process. You won't lose control, and you won't die. At most..."
Although his tone remained flat, it had taken on a distinctly malicious edge:
"You'll merely become a lunatic."
Edward blurted out, "There's a deal that good?"
Mr. A: "???"
"Just kidding."
Edward shrugged. "You mean even the Lord can't completely eliminate the negative effects of drinking a potion from another pathway."
His gaze suddenly darkened, probably because he believed Edward was questioning the True Creator's power-something undoubtedly unforgivable to a fanatic.
"Goodbye!"
Edward waved, turned, and walked away.
"Heh."
A sneer crept onto Mr. A's lips, and he opened his mouth to speak.
Edward suddenly came back, grabbed the cup, and drained the red liquid inside in one gulp.
The next second,
The spirituality inside him exploded.
A powerful surge of negative emotions instantly flooded his brain, tangling his thoughts into chaos. His skin then seemed to boil, splitting into bloody cracks, while his nails and hair grew wildly.
These were signs of losing control.
Edward gritted his teeth, his pupils turning scarlet as bloody tears streamed from the corners of his eyes, yet he felt a strange exhilaration:
It was just like that