Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master - Chapter 1408

Chapter 1408: Finding the Antidote!
Yet when William considered the timing, and the fact that they appeared far away from the portal underground, he couldn’t help but negate this possibility.

“There is something I don’t know,” William was sure of this. Yet his main focus right now was to find the antidote.

Breaking the rings’ protection seals wasn’t a big issue for him, but finding the antidote in the middle of all the bottles of potions and elixirs that the bastard had in there was a real nightmare!

The internal space of the rings was cluttered with hundreds of vials. Some were bubbling with corrosive energy, while others glowed with a sickly, necrotic light. Vladimir had been a walking pharmacy of death, and identifying a single cure among a sea of poisons required a methodical, if brutal, approach.

“Time to test on others,” William turned his eyes towards the captured enemies around him, his gaze cold and devoid of pity.

They had come to slaughter his people; now, they would serve as the bridge to their salvation. “Bring me ten enemies each. Don’t kill them, don’t severely hurt them… Go now!”

If he had to test which bottle was the antidote, then he should do it over his enemies. As for inflicting the toxin, he found tons of weapons in one ring with shimmering lights, their blades and needles soaked with the exact toxin that was currently ravaging his allies.

William knew he might be wasting precious gems in using these bottles randomly. Each vial could potentially be worth a small fortune in the right market. And yet he didn’t flinch.

“This isn’t working; they are dead. Bring me ten more,” William watched the ten guinea pigs die in front of him after using the bottles.

The reaction was instantaneous: a frantic clawing at the throat followed by a total collapse of the nervous system. He waited for ten more to be brought over, and then repeated the process with a different batch of vials.

The bottles contained mostly lethal toxins. William watched his enemies fall in batches just seconds after using every bottle. After some time, he grew numb from watching this, his mind calculating probabilities while ignoring the groans of the dying. He started to think of the worst-case scenario.

“Perhaps he didn’t make an antidote… But how come? The first rule of those maniacs is to secure a safe way out before blocking the road…”

William was puzzled. A poisoner who didn’t carry a cure was a fool, and Vladimir, for all his faults, was no fool. There were still too many bottles to test from, and he had to be missing a visual cue.

The bottles he tested and failed were stored in a different ring. He intended to study these further at another time, or perhaps find a worthy talent to support those who could reverse-engineer these deadly concoctions. But now, his main focus was to find the cure.

And soon enough, he found it!

“It’s this one,” William held a bottle in the shape of a diamond, filled with a shimmering blue fluid that would change to a faint green when shaken.

He had just applied the toxin to a captured master and then poured a drop of this fluid onto the wound.

The master, who had been pale and trembling, had his wound healed in mere seconds, the blackened flesh knitting back together before finally vanishing as if it wasn’t there in the first place.

The toxin Vladimir used was designed to keep wounds unaffected by any normal healing potions—they would stay open, always bleeding, draining the victim’s life force until they withered away.

“It’s the one,” William didn’t hurry to leave. Instead, he started to look for similar bottles inside the rings. He knew the psychology of a dark master; they were paranoid and prepared. “You couldn’t have just made one bottle, you must have made more…”

William knew if he had time, he would look for a talented alchemist to decipher the content of this antidote and make more copies of it, but he had no time for this right now.

Every second he spent here was a second an ally might take their last breath. He didn’t know how many masters on his side were affected or how many were still struggling to survive the lingering effects of the battle.

He started to search with renewed vigour, shaking vials and looking for that specific colour shift. “Blue liquid turns faint green on shaking… This one is the antidote, this one as well…”

William’s hands moved like a blur, sorting through the vast inventory of the Dark Triad’s rings.

Once he went through everything in Vladimir’s collection, he ended up having over a thousand bottles of the shimmering blue fluid. It was a staggering amount, enough to treat an entire battalion.

He looked at the mountain of vials, then at the smoking battlefield. The tide had turned, but the work was far from over. He needed to distribute these quickly.

“It’s better to dilute these to satisfy all the wounded,” William muttered to himself, his mind performing rapid alchemical calculations.

He didn’t know exactly how much volume was required to neutralise the toxin in a human body, but he had observed that each bottle acted with the potency of a high-grade elixir.

The captured master who had served as his final test subject was cured in mere seconds using only a single droplet of the concentrated antidote.

“I’ll dilute them with the most effective healing elixirs I have,” William decided. He didn’t act stingy.

In fact, he reached into his storage and took out premium healing elixirs he had acquired from the upper realm loot—substances far more potent than anything naturally found in this world.

By mixing the specific antidote with these general-purpose healing agents, he could create a dual-action medicine: one that neutralised Vladimir’s corruption while simultaneously closing physical wounds.

He began the delicate process of fortification, putting exactly one droplet of the shimmering blue antidote into every bottle of high-grade elixir. As he worked, he began walking leisurely back toward the inner parts of the city.