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90: Chapter 90 Emotional Potion

Chen Mo stayed in the Basement for a whole day.

The Materials were laid out on the workbench, and he processed them step by step according to the steps in the Apothecary's notes.

The A-Rank Ghost Shadow blood was purified first, the sequence core fragment was ground into powder, and the stabilizing matrix was heated to a specific temperature.

Every step could not have any errors.

The Pupil of the Sequence monitored the flow of those golden lines throughout the process, ensuring every detail was under control.

By evening, he had finally prepared all the Materials.

Three glass containers were lined up on the workbench—on the left was pale golden blood, in the middle was silver-white powder, and on the right was a transparent stabilizing matrix.

Chen Mo took a deep breath.

The final step: add the emotional catalyst.

He took that mass of golden light out of his pocket.

It pulsed gently in the palm of his hand, like a heart.

Those specks of light flowed inside it, arranging themselves into various shapes—a face, a pair of hands, a line of text.

That was his memory.

The winter when he was five, Teacher Li's smile.

The back of that woman at the entrance of the Orphanage.

The crooked words on the back of the photo.

"Mommy loves you."

Chen Mo closed his eyes.

Then he placed that mass of light into the container.

Instantly, the Materials began to react.

The blood turned deep red, the powder melted into the liquid, and the stabilizing matrix began to boil.

Three colors intertwined, swirled, underwent Fusion, and finally turned into a color he had never seen before.

It wasn't gold, it wasn't red, but a kind of... transparent liquid with countless specks of light floating inside.

Those specks of light swam in the liquid, arranging themselves into various shapes.

He saw a face—Teacher Li's.

Then it changed into another face—that woman's.

Then it changed into a line of text—

"Live well."

【 emotional sequence potion · Refining successful 】

【 Purity: 97% 】

【 Effect: Within 30 minutes of consumption, emotional fluctuation intensity increases by 300% 】

【 Side effect: Excessively strong emotions may affect judgment 】

【 Recommendation: Use in a safe environment, or prepare psychiatric drugs to counteract side effects 】

Chen Mo picked up the potion and held it up to the light.

Those specks of light swam in the liquid, as if breathing.

He remembered the sentence in the Apothecary's notes—

"High-dimensional existences cannot understand low-dimensional emotions.

They can calculate everything, but they cannot understand why someone would die for another, why someone would persist in despair, why someone would choose to give up immortality."

"These are their blind spots."

Chen Mo placed the potion on the workbench.

He couldn't use it now.

At least, not without knowing the effects.

He needed to test it.

He needed to know what this bottle of potion would actually turn him into.

Early the next morning, Chen Mo drove to the wasteland outside the town.

Lin Wei sat in the passenger seat, looking at him.

"Are you really going to try it?"

Chen Mo nodded.

"What if you lose control?"

Chen Mo didn't speak.

He just pushed open the car door and got out.

He stood in the middle of the wasteland; there was nothing for hundreds of meters around.

Only withered wild grass and a few weathered stones.

Chen Mo took out the potion.

He watched the specks of light, watching them swim in the liquid.

Then he injected the potion into his own arm.

Instantly, the world changed.

It wasn't a visual change, but a change in... perception.

All the emotions he had suppressed were surging out.

The winter when he was five, he had a high fever, and Teacher Li stayed by his bedside.

That warmth, that feeling of being cared for, surged up like a tide.

His eyes grew hot.

At the entrance of the Orphanage, that woman hugged him and cried.

Then she placed him on the steps and turned to leave.

That feeling of being abandoned, that confusion of "why me," pierced his heart like a knife.

His hands were trembling.

And those days in the Ghost Realm—the first time he killed a Ghost Shadow, the first time he was betrayed, the first time he saw someone die in front of him.

That fear, that anger, that unwillingness.

It all surged out.

【 emotional sequence potion taking effect 】

【 Emotional fluctuation intensity: +300% 】

【 Current status: Emotional outburst 】

【 Duration: 30 minutes 】

Chen Mo crouched on the ground, his hands supporting his body.

Those emotions were too strong, so strong that his mind was in chaos.

He wanted to cry, to laugh, to scream, to run.

But he didn't.

He just crouched there, enduring it.

Because he knew, these emotions were his weapon.

Things that those high-dimensional existences could not understand—fear, anger, sadness, love.

They could calculate everything, but they could not calculate these.

He didn't know how long had passed.

Maybe a few minutes, maybe half an hour.

Those emotions finally calmed down a little.

Chen Mo stood up.

His face was covered in tear stains, but his eyes were brighter than before.

Because he knew one thing—

Those emotions were not a weakness.

They were strength.

He turned around and walked back to the pickup truck.

Lin Wei looked at him, stunned.

"You cried?"

Chen Mo didn't speak.

He just sat in the driver's seat and started the engine.

The pickup truck drove back the way they came.

In the rearview mirror, the wasteland grew smaller and smaller.

Chen Mo gripped the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the road ahead.

emotional sequence potion.

Effective.

The side effects were significant, but controllable.

As long as the dosage was precisely controlled, he could unleash enough emotional impact when needed.

To deal with the will of the ghost realm.

To let it know—

The things it could not understand could kill it.

The pickup truck drove on the gray road.

The sky was gradually darkening.

Ghost Night was coming again.

But Chen Mo was not afraid.

Because he had a weapon.

A weapon forged from emotions.

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