Constructing-Style Wizard
Chapter 103 - 103: 75. Sully’s invitation

Chapter 103: 75. Sully’s invitation

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Temporarily set aside Sully’s issue.

Noland Lee had made up his mind to stay up all night.

He must always pay attention to the situation in the corridor.

As long as a military officer dies, he will immediately collect the soul fragments.

Opportunities like this, where he can sit and wait for soul fragments to be delivered to him, are very rare. He must seize them, to avoid regretting later.

Noland Lee sat on the bed, opened the glass box, and suppressed his urge to vomit with a cool apple slice.

Corporal Mars had borrowed five books from the reading room.

One of them, Noland Lee had already read almost half of.

Since he wasn’t sleeping tonight, he might as well use it to read all night.

Noland Lee picked up the book, laughed self-deprecatingly, and muttered to himself:

“Unexpected, indeed unexpected. The bad habit of not being able to read before crossing has been cured by the threat of the Undead Cult after crossing. Indeed, only when one’s life and death are at stake, does one have the motivation to read and learn…”

The night got deeper, and the Medical Department became quiet.

From time to time, the sound of stretcher carts would come from the corridor, breaking the silence here.

Noisy, sorrowful, and yet hopeful.

Sixth day after entering the Medical Department.

2 PM.

Shivering all over, his hands and feet were cold, and his teeth chattered.

With a black eye mask on his eyes, Noland wrapped himself in the blanket, resisting the multiple negative effects brought by the strengthening potion.

Sully walked into the room, adjusted the speed of the liquid from the drip, and gently brushed her hand over Noland’s burning forehead, her eyes full of sympathy.

“Hold on, Jarvis. Your body temperature has reached 42 degrees. At most 5 minutes, the remaining potion ingredients in your body will completely decompose under the high temperature.”

Sully sat at the bedside and pressed a few times at the head of Noland, her movements extremely gentle, helping him to relieve the headache.

Noland wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, sat up from the bed, took off the eye mask, gazed blankly, looking out the window, having a feeling of surviving the ordeal.

After the Twilight Dream, the first adverse reaction he encountered was “nausea”.

The second one was “photophobia”.

This made him have to wear eye patches during the day, and he had to turn off the lights in the room at night, otherwise, his eyes would suffer intense pinpricks, constantly tearing, and it was very difficult.

Now that he had taken off his eye patch, his eyes were stimulated by the light, and tears immediately gushed out.

The subsequent three adverse reactions were “muscle pain”, “fear of wind”, and “loss of smell”, respectively.

Various negative effects converged, collectively acting on him, there was no need to mention how refreshing this feeling was.

He almost spent the last 24 hours in a daze.

If it were not for Sully frequently coming over to help him with the IV drip, unconsciousness from dehydration would have been unavoidable.

Noland withdrew his gaze from the window and looked at Sully who was wiping his tears.

“Thank you for taking care of me these days, Sully. If you need my help in the future, just let me know.”

Sully’s red lips trembled slightly, a trace of shyness flashed in her eyes:

“Then, after I have a few days off, let’s go to the Artificial Garden and the

Private Shop. I need to buy some things.”

Noland nodded, “No problem.”

“Good, then we’ll meet at the Castle’s First Floor Hall at that time.”

“Ding ling ling.” The bell in the room rang.

Sully went to the door and looked, then turned around and said to Noland:

“Your chief officer is here, I’ll go and bring him in.”

With that, Sully left with her brisk steps.

Noland’s expression calmed down, and the micro expressions of “pain”, “discomfort” and so on left on his face by adverse reactions disappeared completely.

He called up his personal panel and started to check carefully.

The moment the adverse reactions ended, the system sent a lot of messages. [Note! The ‘Dusk Sleep’ effect caused by the strengthening potion has ended.]

[You have received the following rewards based on your performance in the

‘Twilight Dream’ and the adverse reaction stage:]

[“Tenacity” +5, now 16 points.] [“Vitality” +9, now 9 points.]

[Added the following passive skills:]

[Iron Stomach, Level 5. Transformed from the adverse reaction “nausea”. Your stomach capacity and speed of digesting food increase by 5%.]

[Dim Light Vision, Level 4. Transformed from the adverse reaction “photophobia”. You can see the surroundings within a a-meter radius in dim light.]

[Muscle Resilience, Level 3. Transformed from the adverse reaction “muscle pain”. Your explosive power and endurance increase by 3%.]

[Wind Listening and Position, Level 2. Transformed from the adverse reaction “fear of wind”. You can roughly lock onto moving targets within a 2-meter radius by changes in the wind direction.]

[Keen Sense of Smell, Level 1. Transformed from the adverse reaction “loss of smell”. You can track abnormal odors within a I-meter radius with your sense of smell.]

[Your personal panel has been updated and is as follows:]

[Attributes] Tenacity: 16 points Vitality: 9 points

Agility: 13 points Spirit: 15 points Charm: 21 points

[Energy Points] 11/15 points [Soul Strength] 55 points

Noland nodded in satisfaction.

Just one injection of the strengthening potion gave him 14 attribute points and 5 passive skills.

This kind of routine where you just need to get an injection to become stronger, should be the feature of the Biochemical Mutation route, definitely can be considered as efficient and convenient.

Even if he leaves the Imperial Army in the future, he must replace a way to get a few strengthening potions to inject himself, to improve his attributes and get more passive skills..