Chapter 309 308: Help
When Corey heard his master's words, he wanted to desperately leave and curse.
Never did he think his drug would have sleepless nights on his master, and his master would be filled with immense murderous intent towards the creator of the drug- Him.
Corey's skin crawled as he felt the fury and killing intent of his master even though it was not directed at him.
'If I knew what Neon did to him, I'd have never met him even if they beat me to death.'
Corey thought with a wry smile.
He was already regretting his decision to meet his master.
Despite Corey's current thoughts, he was extremely surprised by the ability of his master.
His master had single-handedly deciphered the composition of Neon and also concocted Neon on his own.
Corey was sure that it would require a team of skilled chemists below tier 5 to decipher the composition of Neon.
The ingredients and method Corey used to create was special because it was in the book of alchemy that was given to him by the Paragon Ancestor.
Alchemy was not common in the Underworld and planet New Earth since it was forbidden to practice it by the Universe.
'I'm curious about his talent.'
Corey was not able to check the stats and abilities of his master when he was a tier 1. But now that he could, he was curious.
His master was extremely talented in concocting poisons and he was extremely sure that if his master knew and could practice alchemy, his potential would be extremely high.
Corey's eyes glinted with a calculating light.
Corey looked at his master who was trying his best to calm down, and Corey carefully spoke:
"So master."
Old man poison snapped his head in his direction with rage filled eyes, almost frightening as a result.
Almost.
"What is it?" Old man poison growled, and Corey swallowed his saliva.
He had to choose his next words carefully.
"Is it because you could not easily recreate all the effects of Neon that the Devourers want to kill you?"
Corey questioned while feeling slightly proud of himself.
He phrased the question in a manner that would not make it seem like his fully incompetent. Thereby saving him from suffering his master's wrath.
Old man poisoned clicked his tongue in anger, then he walked to a nearby stool and sat while repeatedly tapping his finger.
"You're partially correct." Old man said, then he sighed.
"After I told them that I could not recreate the most important effect of that bloody narcotic, they said I should join them and work with their chemists and poison specialists to try and perfectly recreate the narcotic or a narcotic that could permanently increase the stats of an individual."
Old man stretched out his right hand and a water bottle appeared in his hand from thin air.
"I rejected their because I knew that if I could not do perfectly recreate the drug alone. Then no other person in the Underworld could help me recreate it."
Corey raised his brows and Old man poison drank from the water bottle.
Old man poison abruptly stopped drinking from the bottle, then he made a gesture.
"Also, I didn't rejected them because if I knew that if I accepted their offer, I would most likely not be allowed to leave alive."
Bam
"Even after I kindly rejected them. They kept on pestering me. They first told me about the absurd benefits I would gain if I accepted their offer. But when I rejected, they started threatening me."
Old man poison gritted his teeth as he clenched the unfortunate bottle which had suffered due to the previous slam on the table.
"Eventually, they started sending people to kidnap me. And there was a time they sent a powerful tier 4 and I had no choice but to kill him."
Old man poison spoke with an undertone of anger, then he raised the squashed bottle to his mouth to take a drink.
Slam!
"Unfortunately for me. The person I killed was an important member of the Devourers. And now, it's either I join them or they kill me."
"And I'm definitely not joining that group of man eating monsters."
Old man poison muttered a curse underneath his breath and Corey glanced at the bottle in his master's hands.
He felt sorry for the bottle.
It was all because of him that it was suffering.
"And guess what?"
Old man poison's voice resounded in his eyes, making Corey to shift his gaze from the bottle back to his master.
"What?" Corey asked while inwardly rolling his eyes.
He knew that if he didn't ask 'What?', he would be in for a lot of suffering.
'Just tell me what you want to say without asking me to guess.'
Corey thought, but didn't dare to say it out loud.
"All of this that's happening to me is because of the bastard that created the narcotic."
Corey's heart skipped a beat.
"I told those bastard Devourers to find the person that created the drug, but Prince, the fucking leader of the Devourers, said he couldn't access nor buy the information of the bastard that created the drug."
"One of the richest and most important people in the Underworld could not access nor buy the information of that bastard, and my life has been a fucking mess because of that!"
"Now you see why I'm so angry at the bastard that created the drug and why I also want to kill him or her!"
As old man poison spoke, everything in the laboratory trembled and Corey was seriously starting to regret his decision to meet his master.
'I'm going to be so fucked.'
Corey thought with a wry smile, then the gears in his mind spun for a few seconds.
"I have a way that can possibly help you master."
Corey said, and old man poison looked at him with raised brows and a dubious expression.
"What way?"
Old man poison asked, not immediately dismissing Corey's nonsensical words of help.
"You do know that I'm a member of Divine's group right?"
Corey said and old man poison tilted his head.
"You are? Never knew." Old man poison squinted his eyes. "You were just a tier 1 a while back. How were you able to join them?"
A stunned expression instantly appeared on Corey's face when he heard his master's words.
Although he was not as famous as Divine and the rest in the Underworld. A lot of people have seen him with members of the group, and information about him been part of the group was not hidden.
How could his master not have known at all.
'Does he leave his home at all?'
Corey looked at his master with a baffled gaze. But when he saw a dangerous light flash in the eyes of his master, he quickly spoke.
"Currently, Divine is imprisoned but I plan on freeing him with the other members of the group. And for that, I'll need your help."
Corey said, while choosing not to answer his master's question.
"If you can help me free Divine, then Divine should have a way to protect you from the Devourers."
"Even if he can't completely protect you, fighting with people by your side is much better than fighting alone."
"So, what do you say master?"
"You help me? I help you?"
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[A/N: Third extra chapter. Two chapters would be released in the next two hours.]
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