I don't know how long it took, Roger repeatedly suffered in the abyss of pain. At this moment, he even hoped that he could die immediately.

Finally, the effect of the pain potion ended. He struggled to get up, but after experimenting several times, he couldn't control his body.

The agent completely destroyed the muscle fibers. At this time, the pain in the body far exceeded the effect of any previous exercise. If it were the past, he might have fainted.

But without comparison, there is no harm.

Compared with the situation just now, it was already extremely gentle.

It took him more than ten minutes before he climbed onto the small bed not far away, took off his last bit of defense, and didn't bother to time the alarm clock. His eyes went dark and he completely lost consciousness.

When he woke up, it was already dawn outside. Roger was shocked and suddenly supported himself from the bed.

"My power?"

He was stunned for a moment, and his strength increased explosively again. Seeing the test tube falling from the ground, Roger couldn't help but shudder.

He really didn't want to experience the feeling that life was worse than death.

"How could someone be able to make precise movements after taking pain medicine?"

It feels terrible when you think about it. What a strong spirit and control over the body can do it.

Now, not to mention making general sword moves, even if he moves normally, he will be worse than death.

"Did I get something wrong?"

"This difficulty is too terrifying for novices, right?"

Although Roger is not a tough guy, he doesn't think the pain he endured last night is just an appetizer.

"It's a focus on the potion!"

He slapped his thighs violently.

The effect of the concentration potion amplifies his perception of the body and his concentration in the mind, which is equivalent to a catalyst that amplifies the sensation of pain countless times.

"If you don't commit suicide, you won't die."

"Do you want to test the effect of taking only pain agents next time?"

"It's better to have another day..."

Roger thought with lingering fear.

Looking at the time, it is probably almost seven o'clock outside, and after going back, I will inevitably be criticized.

Shaking his head helplessly, Roger hurriedly packed up all kinds of instruments, changed his clothes, and rushed to the house quickly.

Nothing happened on the way. He was physically energetic and was significantly faster. The effect of the pain potion was indeed significant.

But the cost is also extremely serious.

Maybe this is the inevitable result of quickly breaking the body state.

The growth of power is a slow process. Through alchemy, Roger quickly crossed this accumulation process, but he also paid a heavy price.

The man in the car was in the car all night. When he woke up, he felt particularly tired, but at this moment, he saw Roger running over from a distance leisurely.

"When did this kid go out?"

The red-faced man's face suddenly changed, "Did this kid find me?"

"How is this possible for an ordinary high school student?"

What made Roger feel relieved was that before dawn, Andrelin left the door early and avoided asking him, but Amanda seemed not so happy.

In her opinion, this was a bad behavior of allies acting secretly on their backs.

"Where have you gone?"

Amanda asked in a low voice while eating.

"I suspected someone was following me, so I carefully experimented."

"What?"

Amanda's face changed and she was successfully attracted by Roger.

This is what Roger wanted to reveal to Amanda after careful consideration. It is naturally inconvenient for him to explain the matter about Avigne, but he really needs to remind Amanda.

All signs show that the Three Holy Spirits are probably not a good man and believer. If they can't find a breakthrough point in themselves, they may attack the people around them.

But for the time being, this situation will not happen yet.

With a sense of crisis, Roger quietly touched the pain potion in his pocket. If he wanted to become stronger, he naturally had to bear the pain that matched it.

After dinner, Amanda and Jack went to school, and Roger stayed at home alone, and he found a new prompt on the notice board in his mind.

General swordsman lv1: After initially mastering the basic moves of swordsmanship, you can complete the corresponding practice independently, persist in training, and may understand the essence of it after reaching a certain level.

The Elf Short Sword lv1: combines elegance and killing, taking into account physical cultivation and certain fighting skills. Your mastery of short swords is far beyond that of normal people.

"There is actually a corresponding level?"

Roger was stunned. He had never had a similar prompt when he practiced Nifgaard's body-strengthening technique before. I don't know if the level is too low or it is relatively simple.

In fact, the two sword techniques that Roger practices now can only be regarded as one kind of practice, not a real fighting skill. The elf short sword technique is slightly better, while the general sword technique has almost no practical moves.

It just allows practitioners to temper their own strength and strengthen their bodies.

It seems that before becoming a real demon hunter, skills seem insignificant.

If you think about it carefully, it does make some sense.

This is like when playing a game, there are no skill points in the early stage, and it is not harmful to increase the output by adding points to the power.

When he started practicing again, Roger did not take the concentration potion, but diluted the pain potion and drank it, and began to exercise in the room.

Compared to last night, Roger took the initiative to dilute the effect of the medicine, and the pain was indeed greatly reduced, but it almost reached the limit of his own endurance.

The pain potion itself has a part of the regeneration function, but Roger has been practicing and his body's recovery cannot keep up.

He gritted his teeth and continued to exercise as long as his body could still move.

In this way, the whole day passed quietly, and the night was lying on the bed, the severe pain made him unable to fall asleep, and the General Motors, which was originally parked on the street, disappeared.

Roger's heart sank and some bad thoughts arose in his heart.

"If the other party forced himself into the house while there was no one at home during the day?"

This thought arose in his mind, and his sleepiness disappeared immediately.

"No, I can't continue to wait like this anymore. I must take the initiative to attack, at least I need to understand the opponent's strength!"

The next day, after Anderin left, he rode his bike to the center of the town, bought what he needed, and met Greg on the road. He moved his heart and walked to Greg and whispered something.

Not long after, Greg, who had a big waist and a round waist, walked along the direction Roger pointed out. There, the red-faced man hiding in the car changed his face.

When he finally managed to deal with Greg and raised his head, there was Roger's figure around him.

As the sun sets, Roger returns home on time. While talking, Roger notices Anderin's undisguised disgust of Anderin for the so-called lawyer sent by Ivy.

After dinner, he went to bed early to rest.

At midnight, Roger got up and changed into black clothes, jumped down the window, without concealing his traces, and rushed straight to the woods.

Dark clouds cover the moonlight.
Chapter completed!