Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 884 - 673: Pain and Pleasure

Chapter 884: Chapter 673: Pain and Pleasure

"What is this?"

Panambi walked up to the desk and casually picked up the crystal bottle on top.

As it touched her hand, a wave of coolness spread through her palm and soon coursed through her entire body. Suddenly, Panambi’s body involuntarily twitched.

It felt as though a mysterious force pierced directly into her mind, giving her spirit a sudden jolt.

"This feels amazing!" she murmured to herself.

After enduring a long journey on the plane, then leaving the airport and bringing Roger back to the office, flipping through piles of documents in a sea of books, her mind inevitably felt sluggish.

But now, holding this strange crystal bottle, the fatigue of the entire evening vanished, and in Panambi’s perception, her senses became remarkably heightened.

Her thoughts seemed to explore outward, as if she could touch deeper layers of reality.

This was an experience Panambi had never encountered before. She steadied her slightly weak body by gripping the edge of the desk with one hand.

She pulled over a chair and slowly sat down, then raised the crystal bottle in her hand and began to examine it closely.

The entire bottle appeared seamless, as though it had naturally formed, and inside it was a pale red liquid.

As the liquid shifted with the movement of her hand, Panambi felt as though her spirit was being drawn deeper and deeper into the bottle.

"What is this used for?"

"Some kind of special perfume?"

Panambi wrinkled her nose slightly; if it were merely a gift like that, she would certainly be a bit disappointed.

Growing up in an affluent family, Panambi had seen much of the world. This upbringing had caused her to lose interest in luxurious lifestyles, instead devoting herself entirely to the study of history and mysterious cultures.

Lately, extraordinary incidents had been occurring frequently, further solidifying Panambi’s commitment to her chosen path.

No woman dislikes perfume, but in comparison, she hoped for something truly unique.

"What a mysterious man," Panambi couldn’t help but mutter.

In her perception, Roger was mysterious but not necessarily overwhelmingly powerful.

At least, compared to some incidents she had heard about, he was far less daunting. However, as a Fourth Tier Transcendent, Roger was already an existence far beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

To speculate about Transcendent Beings using dialectical scientific materialism was inherently absurd.

Looking down at the desk, Panambi finally noticed the writing on the sheet of white paper pressed under the crystal bottle. At the top was an address in one of Armenia’s cities, followed by a contact number.

But after these two pieces of information, there were several more clear lines of text.

As she read on, the spark of light in Panambi’s eyes grew increasingly intense. Without realizing it, she clenched the crystal bottle in her hand tighter.

That text contained Roger’s instructions for using the crystal bottle.

"This thing..."

"Could this really be real?"

The girl examined the crystal bottle in her hand repeatedly, her face filled with a look of disbelief.

"This is so unscientific. Could something like an intelligence-enhancing drug really exist in this world?!"

"According to the instructions..." Panambi’s breathing gradually quickened. If the instructions were true, this bottle represented the greatest surprise of all for her.

"Huh?"

Panambi then realized that the writing on the white paper had mysteriously disappeared at some unknown moment. However, oddly enough, even though she hadn’t intentionally memorized it, the contents of the paper had already been vividly etched into the depths of her mind.

"Truly marvelous!"

This gave Panambi increased confidence in the item she was holding.

"Real or fake, wouldn’t trying it be the easiest way to find out?"

She wasn’t worried about Roger harboring malicious intent; after all, considering the extraordinary means Roger had just displayed, harming her would have been extremely easy.

More importantly, she couldn’t resist the immense benefits promised by the item in her hand!

In fact, what Roger had left behind for Panambi wasn’t some rare Transcendent artifact—it was an improved Concentration Potion.

However, compared to the version Roger had consumed back then, after repeated iterations, this Concentration Potion had become unrecognizable.

The effects were enhanced, and the side effects significantly reduced.

Though it still involved bodily stimulation, it had shifted from unbearable pain to other sensations.

The range of Alchemy Potions had become far broader, and Goway and the others were constantly conducting bizarre experiments. Similar items were abundant in Kaer Morhen’s Alchemical Laboratory.

Roger had merely picked one casually, but now the Concentration Potion’s effects were significant not only for ordinary people but also for anyone below the Second Tier of Transcendence.

She hadn’t even consumed it directly yet, but the unique material of the bottle itself had already instilled a profound sense of calm in Panambi.

The bottle had a slender neck that extended gracefully downward into a rounded curve, sealing all the liquid securely inside. Panambi tilted her head back and positioned the slender bottle neck against her mouth.

Accompanied by a faint fragrance, a drop of red liquid fell into her mouth.

A refreshing coolness spread across her tongue, and then the liquid instantly dissolved. In that moment, Panambi’s body trembled violently, her attention and perception experiencing a tremendous surge.

"Oh my god!"

She casually picked up a book.

"The Rise and Fall of the Inca Dynasty"

Panambi was passionate about history, and naturally, she had read this book before. But even with her memory, she could never achieve photographic recall.

Yet now, as her fingers flipped past the title page, she felt her consciousness immerse itself into every page of text.

The words she had previously read suddenly surfaced from the depths of her mind.

"Ah... ah..."

She let out an unintentional moan; for a scholar like Panambi, nothing was more exhilarating than the pursuit of knowledge.

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