Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 383 – Frenzy for Energy Potions

Jiji nearly choked on his own saliva.

“M-mass production?!” His voice cracked. “Milord, this is that old madman’s life’s work! The materials alone cost a fortune…”

“I’ll provide the materials—plenty of them.” Lin Fan said it as casually as if discussing the weather. “As for the technique, once the man arrives, it’ll naturally be ours.”

“Even a simplified version with only three minutes of invisibility is more than enough.”

Lin Fan narrowed her eyes slightly, a picture already forming in her mind.

An army. A ghost army—every soldier equipped with a simplified “Specter” device and wielding crystal-core laser sniper rifles modified to the extreme.

They were reapers who didn’t exist on the battlefield.

By the time you heard the sound of air splitting, your head had already been blown to bits by a beam of light powered by crystal energy.

Jiji shuddered and buried his head low, not daring to meet Lin Fan’s eyes again.

Ruthless.

Damn ruthless!

This new master—the madness and ambition buried in her bones—was ten thousand times more terrifying than those arrogant lizards of the Dragon Clan!

“Your servant understands!” Jiji bellowed at the top of his lungs. “I’ll get right on it! I know a few brothers in the underworld who specialize in dirty work. If that old geezer refuses to play nice…”

He made a throat-slitting gesture, a signature sly grin spreading across his face.

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The construction maniac never spoke empty words.

Three days.

In just three days, a colossal statue fifty meters tall rose from the central plaza of Azurewood City.

The statue was carved entirely from white jade shipped from the polar regions. Its design was utterly simple—nothing more than the figure of a woman, barefoot, touching the ground, with long hair draped over her body.

Her features were indistinct, save for her eyes, which were carved with such lifelike precision they seemed capable of piercing through hearts and gazing straight into the depths of your soul.

It was a divinity woven from compassion and indifference, so overwhelming that a single glance made your legs go weak and your knees yearn to bend in worship.

Beneath the statue lay a circular pool ten meters in diameter.

By now, the pool was half-filled with a liquid emitting a faint green fluorescence, exuding a refreshing fragrance like a forest after rain. Wisps of white mist drifted across the surface, giving it an ethereal, immortal aura.

“Th-this… is this a miracle?”

At the edge of the plaza, a one-eyed werewolf merchant who had just entered the city stared in stunned disbelief, his leather goods bag slipping from his grasp and hitting the ground with a dull thud without him even noticing.

From hundreds of meters away, he could smell that surging vitality.

It was pure energy the likes of which he had never encountered in decades of trading across the Dragon Spirit Continent.

“Hmph, a country bumpkin who’s never seen anything.”

Beside him, a burly bald man shot him a sidelong glance. The man wore a camouflage vest, his muscles knotted and bulging, and carried a massive stainless-steel thermos in his hand. It was Ah Hu.

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Ah Hu was now the chief instructor of the city guard. Behind him followed a squad of equally brawny brothers, each carrying a motley assortment of gear—canteens, buckets, and even one lugging a copper washbasin from home.

“Everyone, line up properly! One at a time!” Ah Hu bellowed, his voice booming like a great bell. “Lei Jie said the Energy Potion is bottomless! But don’t go stuffing yourselves like starving ghosts and making us look bad in front of our out-of-town friends!”

Despite the cursing, he was the fastest to move himself.

He dashed to the pool’s edge in a single stride, plunged his giant thermos straight into the water without a word, and filled it to the brim with a gurgling rush.

Then he tilted his head back and chugged it straight from the mouth of the flask.

“Haah—!”

After downing half a pot in one go, Ah Hu wiped his mouth with satisfaction, his face full of contentment and bliss.

“Damn, that hits the spot!”

The moment he spoke, his already burly frame suddenly flashed with a red glow, and a pent-up energy that had been building inside him for ages burst through its barriers with a resounding crash.

A crisp crack echoed out.

The fifth-level bottleneck that had stumped him for over half a year—shattered!

Seeing Ah Hu sneak ahead and get such immediate results, the surrounding Blue Star survivors could no longer sit still. Their eyes turned green with envy as they howled and charged toward the pool.

“Don’t push! Damn it, leave some for me!”

“Holy crap, Old Wang, what the hell are you doing hauling a gas can over here? Have you no decency?!”

“Get lost! This is brand new—I just bought it specifically for Holy Water. It’s clean as can be!”

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The scene was utter chaos, nothing like a sacred pilgrimage—more like the morning rush at a market where people fought over free eggs.

The one-eyed Werewolf merchant was completely dumbfounded.

He swallowed hard, grabbed a young man who had just filled a pot and was tilting his head back to chug it, and asked cautiously, “Hey… brother, this water… it’s greenish. Can you really drink it? It’s not some leftover chemical waste, is it?”

The young man finished his gulp, exhaled a white mist tinged with fragrance, and looked at him like he was an antique just dug out of the ground.

“Waste? Brother, if you’ve got waste like this, I’ll sell everything I own to buy every drop you’ve got!”

With that, he rolled up his sleeve, revealing his forearm.

A half-foot-long old scar ran across it, hideous and fierce—a memento from a past fight with a Mutated Beast. It used to ache to the bone on rainy days.

“See this? I only took two sips just now, and it doesn’t hurt anymore!” the young man said fervently, pointing at the fading pigmentation on the scar. “This is the blessing of the Goddess of Life! A miracle, you understand?!”

The Werewolf merchant was skeptical.

He made his living out in the wilds, his body layered with old wounds and new ones stacked on top.

Especially his left leg—it had been hit by a poison-tipped arrow. He’d survived, but the leg had never fully recovered. He’d walked with a limp ever since, and it had become his greatest source of anguish.

If this water was really that miraculous…

He gritted his teeth, tossed his leather goods bag to the ground, and shoved his way into the crowd.

“Coming through! Coming through! A traveler from out of town wants a taste!”

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He finally squeezed his way to the pool’s edge. Staring at that clear, pale green liquid, the Werewolf started having second thoughts again.

This stuff just didn’t look right, no matter how he looked at it.

“What are you dawdling for?!”

A hand the size of a palm leaf slammed onto his shoulder. Ah Hu had appeared behind him without warning, his voice booming, “If you don’t want to drink, then get lost. There are thousands of people lining up behind you!”

The Werewolf flinched in fright. He steeled himself, squeezed his eyes shut, cupped both hands, and scooped the water into his mouth.

It was cool on entry, with an unexpected hint of sweetness.

Before he could even savor the taste, a scalding current rushed down his throat into his stomach, then exploded outward, surging violently through every limb and bone!

“OWOOO—!”

The Werewolf couldn’t hold it back. He threw his head back and let out a long, drawn-out howl.

He felt his half-crippled left leg as if it had been thrown into a furnace—aching and itching all at once, pain boring into his marrow, itching scratching at the depths of his soul!

Panicked, he rolled up his pant leg and was horrified to discover that the dark purple blockage that had plagued him for years was receding at a visible rate. The atrophied muscle fibers seemed to be injected with new vitality, swelling back to life!

In the span of barely a dozen seconds.

The stubborn, agonizing pain that had tormented him for a full decade, vanished.

“Th-this… this…”