Tier 1: Tiger Amanita, Fly Spot Mushroom...; Tier 2: Mandrake Algae, Green-Faced Mushroom, Mind-Concentrating Flower Leaf...; Tier 3: Basilisk Toxin.
Уровень 2: Водоросли мандрагоры, Гриб с зеленым лицом, Цветок-лист, концентрирующий ум...;
Уровень 3: Токсин василиска.
That's all there is for now.
These documented toxins each have their own unique characteristics.
However, they can all be synthesized using venom glands and released through bone spurs.
With a thought, Alan got up from the bed.
He opened the side pocket of his backpack and took out his dagger.
The sharp blade gleamed in the moonlight.
For a while now, Alan has been researching weapon poisoning.
He encountered a technical problem.
Toxins suitable for applying to metal will quickly oxidize and deteriorate upon contact with air.
The art of poisoning is not only dangerous but also troublesome.
Usually, only experienced assassins excel at it.
Furthermore, the poison applied to the weapon is single-use.
After one stab, it's useless.
Generally speaking, poisoned weapons aren't suitable for direct combat.
However, Allen is different.
He possesses venom glands and bone spurs.
He can secrete toxins at any time.
He holds the knife in his right hand, ejects the bone spurs from the palm of his left hand, and lightly wipes them across the blade.
The poisoning process takes less than a second.
Very convenient.
As for Allen's personal preference, I actually prefer to strike directly with my fists.
Fists are also weapons.
A natural weapon.
You can also use the above method to quickly poison your fists, but it's more convenient and more discreet.
Wouldn't it be more convenient to inject poison directly using the bone spurs in the palm of your left hand?
In theory, that's the case.
Alan didn't want to do this unless absolutely necessary.
The bone spur was fairly tough.
But it wasn't hard enough, not strong enough, to be used as a weapon.
If a bone spur broke in battle, could it grow back?
Alan didn't know.
What if it was permanently damaged? Wouldn't that be a huge loss?
So until he figured it out, he still had to take good care of the bone spur.
Just like an adult would treat their teeth.
…
After the New Year, winter faded, spring arrived, and the weather warmed.
Outside the window, the snow on the branches of the tall trees melted, and new green sprouted.
Sunday, early morning.
Alan sat at the dining table, waiting for his sister to come for breakfast.
The aroma of baked goods wafted from the kitchen next door.
Alan sniffed.
Ever since awakening his poisonous demon bloodline, his sense of smell had become incredibly sharp.
A faint aroma drifted through the crack of the door, and he could sniff out all the seasonings and ingredients.
Flour, eggs, milk, butter, cinnamon...
The pastries his sister baked lacked that all-important soul.
Sugar.
Alan couldn't smell the alluring aroma of caramel.
But he wasn't surprised.
Soon, Kelly emerged from the kitchen carrying a large tray.
A white towel was tied around her head, her pretty face flushed, and beads of sweat appeared on the corners of her nose.
Getting up before dawn to cook for her brother must have been exhausting for this girl!
"The pancakes are ready!"
With a thud, Kelly placed the heavy tray on the table.
The table shook.
On the tray.
A thick, golden-baked pancake, almost as big as a tire!
For an average family, a pancake this size would be enough to feed a family of four for three days!
However, this was just breakfast for the siblings.
To be more precise, it was mainly breakfast for Alan.
Before they could eat, there was one final step to complete.
Kelly brought another large bottle of water from the kitchen, along with a seasoning dish.
On the dish sat a pitiful, tiny piece of sugar.
It was only the size of a mung bean.
"Alan, season it!"
Kelly cheerfully urged her brother.
Alan picked up the seasoning dish, drew on his magic power, and chanted a spell.
"Tyávé!"
He raised his hand and pointed at the pancake.
The sugar in the seasoning dish vanished into thin air.
At the same time, the pancakes became even sweeter and more delicious.
As if they'd been baked with plenty of sugar.
Kelly cut off a small piece of the pancake and put it in her mouth to taste.
Nodding with satisfaction, she gave her brother a thumbs-up.
It wasn't like they couldn't afford sugar at home.
Kelly's main reason for baking sugar-free cakes was to maintain her figure.
She finally accepted her brother's advice: losing weight starts with cutting back on sweets.
But there was a problem...
Suddenly giving up sugar was too much to bear.
Kelly didn't want to be so cruel to herself.
Just as it happened, Allen had awakened his "seasoning technique."
So the siblings came up with a clever trick.
Sugar-free cakes, using "seasoning technique" to add a false sweetness.
It tasted like the real thing, but without the sugar.
This is the healthy dessert the siblings invented! Of course, even sugar-free cakes can make you fat if you eat too much.
Kelly only needed a small piece of the wheel-sized pancake.
The rest went to her brother. Kelly finished her portion. She sat at the dining table, gazing at her brother with gentle curiosity.
She watched him silently as she stuffed the rest of the pancake into her stomach.
After the meal, Alan picked up his napkin and wiped his mouth politely.
"We had a very rich breakfast today. It's rare that I'm only half full."
Hearing her brother's words, Kelly finally couldn't help but stand up.
She lifted Alan's shirt and, without a word, reached in and caressed his belly.
The boy's abdomen was flat and smooth, revealing firm abdominal muscles beneath his skin, devoid of any excess fat.
"How is that possible?!"
For the umpteenth time, Kelly questioned him, filled with jealousy and resentment.
"You're eating so much, how come you're not gaining weight?!"
"I have good digestion," Alan said calmly to his sister.
"I'm going up the mountain to gather herbs today and won't be back until the evening. I won't have time for lunch or dinner."
"So you should eat more for breakfast and save it to avoid starvation."
It sounded like a joke.
Yet Kelly knew her brother was telling the truth.
After a period of experimentation and testing, Alan discovered that any excess food he ate was converted into nutrients and stored.
A large meal could last him several days.
He never felt hungry.
It's like a camel.
In an oasis with abundant grass and water, it eats voraciously.
Stores excess energy in its hump.
Then, it crosses the vast desert, starving for food and water, relying on the energy stored in its hump to survive.
"For me, the best way to store food is to eat it."
Alan chuckled self-deprecatingly and grabbed the water bottle.
"Kelly, what would you like to drink?"
"Hmm, let me see... How about orange juice?"
"Sure."
Alan once again used his "seasoning technique," transforming a bottle of plain water into a sweet and sour orange juice.
Kelly drank the orange juice and looked at her brother with envy.
"Seasoning technique" is so convenient!
"By the way, before you leave, remember to go to the kitchen and give Mom some pepper water," Kelly instructed her brother.
Pepper's been out of stock lately, and its price has skyrocketed.
Ordinary families can do without this luxurious spice.
The tavern business, however, relies on pepper.
Luckily, Allen has a spell that can transform water into a pepper-flavored sauce, helping his parents through this difficult time.
However, this isn't a long-term solution.
The sauce only lasts a day.
If Allen ever goes away, his parents will still have to pay a high price for pepper.
"Marco's Spice Shop, have the two barrels of pepper stolen by robbers been recovered yet?" Allen casually asked his sister.
"The reward notices posted everywhere are still there, but it's probably a lost cause!" Kelly shrugged and spread her hands.