Bloodline of the Wizard
Chapter 187 - 109: Murphy’s Kiss, March, Cold Ice Veins! (Seeking guaranteed monthly tickets)

Chapter 187: Chapter 109: Murphy’s Kiss, March, Cold Ice Veins! (Seeking guaranteed monthly tickets)

In the following days, Ronan’s daily tasks were meditation, observing the Torrent within the Wanxiang Treasure Pearl, practicing Spells, self-torturing Ascetic Body Refinement, and pondering the two runes in his hand related to Space and Mirror Magic inheritance.

The selection for the Seventh Rings competition was about to begin, and many Magic Ring Wizards became "diligent and hardworking."

The entire Magic Ring was in a tense atmosphere of "preparing for exams," much like the schools before finals in his previous life.

This tense atmosphere did not greatly affect Ronan, for his daily routine was always one of arduous cultivation.

Ronan also had a sudden realization.

In his previous life, he had been an "academic dreg" for a lifetime, yet in this life, after embarking on the path of a Wizard, he had become what he once despised, envied, and revered... an "academic master."

.....

"Is this the Potion you were talking about?"

Within Benny’s Mini Secret Realm Space, Ronan looked at the tiny potion bottle roughly the size of a fingernail in his hand and asked the Benny in front of him.

"What is its name?"

"Murphys Kiss."

Benny replied, "Murphys is the legendary Goddess of Wisdom.

Legend has it that her lips are covered with dense sharp spikes, each tipped with a deadly poison capable of inflicting endless pain. But if one can withstand the pain, they will gain wisdom covering the sun, moon, and stars..."

"A very fitting name."

Ronan examined the purple-black potion within the crystal bottle and said softly.

"I have only made one bottle for now. If one is enough to reach your limit, then we can save the remaining ingredients..."

As Benny spoke, he turned and walked towards his cluttered Magic Potion workbench, adding, "I’ve also prepared another Potion for you.

During the consumption process, if you feel you can’t endure any longer, take this potion, and it will instantly alleviate your pain... Of course, the effects of ’Murphys Kiss’ would be completely interrupted."

Benny was still speaking when he heard Ronan’s calm voice.

"No need."

Ronan looked at Benny with a calm face.

"The thing I’m best at... is enduring pain."

Having said that, he picked up the potion in his hand and downed it in one go.

....

Indeed, it was extremely painful.

Even though Ronan had prepared himself mentally.

The pain was like someone forcibly splitting open your skull, pouring scalding hot oil on the exposed brain, then sprinkling cumin and chili powder. As it simmered, they suddenly switch to freezing it with ice spears...

At first, the pain was confined to the head, then it spread down the cheeks, neck, chest, and throughout the entire body.

The sensation of being stabbed throughout the body changed to an electrifying numbness that suddenly turned cold, then hot...

Benny stood silently beside Ronan after he had taken the potion.

He watched as the young man went from standing to falling to the ground, hugging his head with both hands, his body curling up tightly like a shrimp.

The youth shook violently, his expression swiftly becoming fierce.

Veins bulged from his forehead and face, completely spoiling his handsome and spirited features.

The youth’s lips were bitten bloody by his teeth, his whole body sweating profusely, his eyes wide open, but with no focus in them, indicating he had fallen into a state of blurred consciousness.

His body trembled violently, and even in such pain, he did not utter a sound.

Benny watched quietly, with a trace of reminiscence on his face.

He had also taken "Murphys Kiss" and knew very well the excruciating pain it brought.

During the suffering, he had desperately wished someone would end his life immediately, granting him release.

He didn’t know how he had survived.

If it weren’t for some convictions so strong that even Death could not shake, he probably would have died from the agony.

As he was reflecting, Benny’s eyebrows furrowed, noticing the youth below now had fine beads of blood seeping from his eyes.

Clearly, the pain was close to his limits.

Benny glanced at the time, thought for a moment, and feeling that the effects of the potion should be nearing completion, turned towards his Magic Potion workbench.

On the cluttered workbench, a bottle of orange potion, as luminous as a gemstone, stood out.

It was the "Pain Block" potion he had specifically prepared.

However, Benny had just picked up the potion and turned around when he suddenly discovered—

The youth who lay on the ground in pain a moment ago.

Somehow, he was now standing upright, back as straight as a sword firmly embedded in the earth.

The youth was looking at Benny, with his temples, drenched with sweat, sticking to his cheeks in disarray.

His eyes had regained their clarity, and beneath the deep blue, there was a hint of red and a clarity washed in blood like never before.

The youth exhaled gently and said slowly to Benny, "That was an incredibly passionate and intense kiss, almost too much to bear...

Benny, please continue to prepare the potions for me."

"Uh...."

Benny stared at the youth in a daze, momentarily lost in thought.

After a brief pause, his expression returned to calm.

Gently placing the orange potion back onto the workbench, he nodded.

"Okay."

...

On a floating island enveloped in the light of a Rune Formation, the bright sunlight seemed blocked outside. Despite the clear weather, the island felt dark and oppressive.

In the darkness, in front of a large black house on the grey lawn, a pale-skinned young man with Black Diamond Earrings on both ears carefully examined a Rune Stone.