Demon Hunter and His Cabin-Chapter 202 - Green Grass

Chapter 202: Chapter 202 Green Grass

Chapter 202: Chapter 202 Green Grass

He opened his eyes, feeling his strength fully restored to his body.

Roger got out of bed and took a deep breath. There was still a faint pain in his chest and abdomen. Hesitant for a moment, he took out a bit of Demon Bull’s spinal fluid from the Storage Box.

This small dose was still what he had found on the corpse of the demonic bull monster, but Roger did not use it immediately. Instead, he took out all the materials from the Storage Box.

A variety of materials were spread out across the table: Witch’s Grass, Eucommia, Plantain with Long Leaves, Mandala roots, Thatch Grass…

Of course, there were also the three most important Transcendent Materials: the spinal fluid of the demonic bull monster, the poison gland of the Toad Monster, and the tongue of the Monster Spirit.

These three Transcendent Materials were the key components of the Green Grass Potion.

Roger needed to use these three materials as the base to prepare Mother’s Tears, Wild Black Rye Juice, and Thatch Juice.

The consumption of potions was divided into three stages.

In the First Tier, he needed to drink the Wild Black Rye Juice prepared with the poison gland of the Toad Monster as the base. During this process, the powerful poison would completely destroy the body’s defense system.

At that point, all kinds of hidden dangers would burst forth. If he could survive this stage, he would then drink the Thatch Juice that came after.

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If the first stage was destruction, then the Second Tier was transformation.

As of this moment, the rhythmic pace inside the body would be remodeled. From this point on, Roger would fundamentally bid farewell to his human identity.

His brain and soul might still belong to the human race, but from a physical structure standpoint, he had already become another species entirely.

And this stage was the one with the highest mortality rate.

Because the defense system that the Demon Hunter had once constructed during the first stage was completely destroyed, their resistance to viruses, their defense against foreign invasions, was even weaker than that of a normal person.

Once the transformation process began, it was irreversible, accompanied by inhuman torment; the pain that Demon Hunters bore would be many times greater than before!

Moreover, the Second Tier was the most uncontrollable of the three stages.

No one could clearly know the inclination toward which the body of a Demon Hunter would be remodeled during this stage.

Even the vast majority of the psychological shadows that Demon Hunters formed after passing the Green Grass Trial were created during this stage.

By this point, more than half the time had already passed.

What followed would be the third stage.

Reconstruction.

Mother’s Tears mixed with Witch’s Grass and the Demon Bull’s spinal fluid. After the first two stages, the Demon Hunter’s body was practically disassembled, and the injected spinal fluid would reconstruct a new body for him!

Stronger and more perceptive than before!

This was a complete rebirth.

But at the same time, no one could predict the changes that would occur after the reconstruction of a Demon Hunter.

Their ears might become more sensitive than those of animals, possessing lungs stronger than those of fish, or maybe even growing an extra heart!

With this, the Green Grass Trial was completely over. Having crossed this stage, Roger would become a qualified Demon Hunter.

He closed his eyes and went through the entire process in his mind. Not in a hurry to start preparing the potions, Roger slowly considered all the various scenarios he might encounter during the trial.

Food, emergency medicine, everything he could think of was prepared one by one.

After finishing all this, he stood up and methodically started preparing the Potions.

Having been in this world for some time, preparing potions was no longer a difficult task for Roger.

His hands were as steady as a machine, and he had far greater control over his muscles than a normal person. The whole process went without any mishaps, and it didn’t take too long for Roger to prepare the three potions.

They were lined up in order.

Wild Black Rye Juice, Thatch Juice, Mother’s Tears.

“Phew…”

Preparing himself, Roger took a long breath and retrieved a steel collar from the Storage Box.

He poured two Potions into the grooves on the collar.

This device was specifically requested by Roger to be made by Clint.

The Green Grass Trial process was unbearably painful, impossible to cease once started, but Roger wasn’t sure how much consciousness he’d retain throughout.

He might even give up voluntarily due to the pain halfway through.

At that point, the only outcomes for him were either physical collapse or mental breakdown, leaving him a zombie.

And the device Clint crafted was to prevent this scenario.

The first two stages of the Green Grass Trial lasted roughly two days each, with the final stage enduring three days.

An internal timer would start as soon as Roger injected the first Potion.

When the countdown ended, the second Potion would automatically inject into his carotid artery, followed by the third.

Roger wasn’t like the Demon Hunters in games undergoing the Green Grass Trial with the care of mentors; he was alone and had to consider what might happen if he lost consciousness or couldn’t inject the Potions himself.

“Click!”

The collar snapped shut, the cool metal against his skin. Roger moved slightly to make sure it wouldn’t cause pressure or suffocation.

Still harboring a slight risk in his body, he took out the remaining spinal fluid and drank it down.

A wave of heat swept through his body, and after waiting in silence for half an hour, the faint burning in his chest and abdomen completely faded.

“Terrifying effectiveness!”

Taking a deep breath, Roger activated the timing mechanism on the device around his neck and fiercely plunged the syringe into his chest.

His heart was pierced instantly, with the green solution injected into it!

Yes, the first stage of bodily destruction began with the heart!

Suppressing the agony, Roger emptied his mind; in the next second, the liquid in the syringe surged into his heart like a living thing, spreading through his body with each heartbeat.

The trial officially began.

From physical to mental, only those who endured this most brutal stage were qualified to be called true Demon Hunters!

They might be mad, or eccentric, but each one had suffered through tortures akin to hell.

“Thump, thump, thump!”

His heart pounded violently; the strong poison resistance Roger had developed became the greatest hindrance at this stage.

The pain he endured was much greater than usual. Focusing, Roger tried to suppress his body’s resistance to the toxins.

“Faster, even faster!”

At first, his heart hammered like a war drum, but as the toxins invaded, his internal organs began to fail to varying degrees.

Roger felt short of breath; each time he inhaled, his entire respiratory tract burned with pain, and gradually, his breathing intervals grew longer.

Sometimes, he opened his mouth wide but couldn’t draw in a single breath of air.

This was just the initial change. Next, his vision clouded, the world blurring as if the scene were a water-soaked canvas, spreading thin.

His ears no longer heard any sound. Lying on the ground, Roger felt himself gradually losing control of his body.

Slowly, the pain dissipated.

Apart from his active mind, he couldn’t even sense his own existence.

“What’s happening?”

His brain grew sluggish, his consciousness starting to fade away.