Chapter 110
In a dark room, a soft light slowly bloomed, then gently faded into nothingness. Clayton, who had been closely observing the process, finally let out a relieved smile. The magic scroll he had painstakingly crafted was a success.
Excited, Clayton examined the scroll thoroughly, searching for anything he could improve. After a few moments, he noticed some interesting details: the forty-eight scroll had indeed worked and would function well when used. Still, there were minor flaws—slightly unstable circuits, imperfect craftsmanship, and a few small details that could be refined.
Overall, however, the result was more than satisfying. Unfortunately, the scroll couldn’t be stored for long—it would lose its effect after just a few days.
Even so, Clayton wasn’t disappointed in the slightest. To him, this success was only the beginning. If he could do it once, he could do it again—twice, even three times. Only then did he realize how late it had gotten. He had been so absorbed in crafting that he’d lost track of time. Quickly, he began cleaning up and preparing for bed.
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In a dark, damp room, a man sat shackled in wooden stocks. His body was pitiful—thin, weak, and exhausted. That man was Bravus, the same one who had struck a customer at the brothel not long ago.
"Boss... please... let me out. I promise I won’t do it again..." he croaked, his voice hoarse and ragged.
Bravus had been confined like this for quite some time by the gambling boss. Every part of his body ached—his neck, legs, arms—everything. He had begged for forgiveness countless times but never received a reply. Now, all he could do was repeat the same pleas with a blank, lifeless stare.
He didn’t even fully understand why he had acted the way he did. But deep in his subconscious, a certain young man kept appearing—Clayton—and it filled him with rage.
He felt persecuted, convinced he was being unfairly punished. Bravus had never truly believed he was at fault. His subconscious had fed him the idea that, as long as he had that "magic perfume," he could get away with anything.
And to be fair, he wasn’t entirely wrong. But because he lacked any sense of limits or consequences, Bravus had become reckless and overconfident.