'Oh shit.'
Dante touched the right side of his head.
'Oh shit.'
Dante touched it again.
'...Oh shit.'
It was… a bit higher than usual, as if something would come out of it soon.
'That's a horn, isn't it?'
Dante stared at his runes, seeing his demon bloodline at 20%.
He got a better heart, and every beat felt steady, powerful, and filled with vitality.
'Could I live with a hole in my chest now?' Dante wondered as the memory of the baron's wounds flashed in his mind.
He also got a better liver, which he thought was the real deal.
After all, Fafnir's father had to turn his wife into a demonic dragon in order to save her from the bite of a magical snake.
In other words…
'Assuming that the snake was venomous, then demons have a high resistance to venoms.'
And what was better than a demonic liver, then?
Of course, absorbing the vitality of the baron came with some downsides.
