Ch. 169 - Gluttony Potion
The Penitent Armour grasped the end of the Salt Wedge and yanked it out with force.
Unlike the first time, the Salt Wedge was noticeably shorter. Previously, it could still be called a short spear, but then it became at most a short stake, its length nearly halved. After all, it was a consumable item with a usage limit of three.
During the extraction process, Yang Yi felt an intense urge to stop the armour, as though what was being pulled out wasn't just a Salt Wedge, but a priceless treasure.
The king’s crown was being torn away, yet in the end, Yang Yi did not resist.
What little reason remained in him made it clear it was not his own thought, rather an effect caused by the memories of the Salt King! Had it gone on any longer, the influence might have deepened, possibly even merging with his own consciousness.
However, as he was standing on the edge of life and death, Yang Yi cared nothing for the king's crown, let alone felt reluctant to part with it — killing the Rotwhale was his top priority!
The Salt Wedge was successfully extracted, the crown above Yang Yi’s head shattered instantly, his royal robes dissolved into sea salt and scattered. Gone along with them were the memories he had gained as the Salt King, as well as the loyal Salt Knights.
【Salt Wedge extracted. HP -100. You resist death.】
As the memories were torn away, Yang Yi forgot many things, but his mental state quickly improved. After all, they had never belonged to him in the first place. Their presence only disrupted his cognition. In severe cases, even his sense of self, his very name, could be lost, his consciousness fully overwritten by the Salt King.
He moved swiftly to save himself, drinking a regeneration potion he had long prepared. His HP rose slightly, then fell again to just 1.
“This won’t work. At this rate, I’m going to die!”
His thoughts raced. The werewolf’s regenerative abilities simply couldn’t keep up with his withered body. Once the death-resistance duration ended, he would die immediately. He looked at the pale, luscious flesh spreading rapidly towards him, its sweet aroma flooding his nostrils.
“Got it!”
Suna was just about to hurl the Salt Wedge, barely twenty centimetres long and riddled with cracks, but Yang Yi shouted to stop her, because he had an idea — take a bite of the Fruit of Bounty.
It was the only chance he had to survive, and to digest the Fruit of Bounty without being torn apart from within, he would need to enhance his digestive abilities.
An orange-hued potion appeared in his hand.
It was a potion Yang Yi had never dared to drink before, made from the digestive fluids of the Glutton Fiend, but he had no other choice.
The next second, both Yang Yi and the Penitent Armour were swallowed by the spreading mass of flesh...
【You drank an unknown potion.】