Netheril’s Glory
chapter-83-30041322

At this moment, a thin young man was lying on the experimental platform. His body was firmly fixed in place by several magic shackles. Although he was desperately trying to move by squeezing out the last bit of strength from his body, but he could not even shake the energy shackles with his ability of an ordinary person.

This young man was Hult. After all, he did not manage to escape. What was even more unfortunate was that Punk, a mage who urgently needed some high-quality experimental materials to try out his new ideas, caught him alive. So, One could easily imagine what kind of fate awaited Hult.

An apprentice-level spell "throat clamp" was blocking Hult's voice, so he could only watch Punk's actions of assembling the rune engraved alchemy tools with frightened eyes. Now, those past weird wailing appeared in his mind again, and his heart begun to fill with despair after knowing that the same fate was about to fall on him.

Punk examined each alchemy tool expressionlessly. He repeatedly checked if all the engraved runes were working smoothly and finally confirmed if the desired effect of the whole magic formation was achieved. This time, Punk was extra cautious, because the next experiment of soul splitting was very important.

As for this experimental material named Hult, it was an unexpected surprise to him. When No.1 found Hult, he had fainted from hunger in the corner of the wooden house, but through the perception of No. 1, Punk keenly sensed that Hult had a solid will and a little bit of mental power and even had a little talent as a Thief, Originally Punk just wanted to slap Hult to death for wasting his valuable time, but because of the new discovery, he brought both Bilan and Hult back.

After that, Punk treated all of Hult's exposed and hidden wounds casually with several apprentice-level potions. Of course, for Hult, this treatment was not a fortunate thing from any aspect.

At this time, A slender figure was standing near Punk. After all, Punk, as a very "kind" mentor, forgave the small mistake of his new and ignorant apprentice, and he also generously allowed her to watch this experiment. In the Pheren plane, such "generous and excellent" mentors were really rare. Or at least that could have been the case if One ignored the immobilization spell on Bilan.

The main reason Punk forced Bilan to watch his experiment was that, as the next soul transformation subject, he wanted Bilan to get used to the wailing and blood.

Punk didn't have the time or energy to slowly change the camp and character of this silly, sweet girl, who started to tramble just after hearing a few screams. After all, Punk's soul transformation technique was not perfect, so it was better to eliminate things like instinct by external means.

Punk really didn't want to see another embarrassing product, where it was, as a battle machine, afraid of blood, so he arranged this crude method to wash away these problems of Bilan in advance.

The lighting of the white tower came from the dozen or so floating dancing light spells. With Punk's extremely pure official-level mana, his dancing lights could shine in the air for about half a month.

The light emitted by the small light balls didn't have any temperature, and the pure cold light was shining on the experimental platform at the end of the hall; and Punk's rapid manipulation of different alchemy tools created a strange shadow into the wall.

Punk carefully marked several labels with the help of a scale on Hult's shaved head, and then, ignoring Hult's pleading and Bilan's frightened eyes, he slowly took out an alchemy knife blessed with the sharpness spell. The blade of the knife flashed a sharp light under the cold light of the room. This was a special tool for cutting bones.

The best way to split a person's personality, undoubtedly, should start from their memory. But Punk didn't have any confidence in his current soul tempering techniques, so he chose the next best option to indirectly influence the soul's memory by making changes in the brain. After all, as long as a creature was still alive, theoretically, it should be possible to add or remove memories, as most information obtained by the soul was transmitted through the brain. Although the effect of "modifying the brain" could not be compared with directly tempering in the soul, it was more than enough to deal with an ordinary person without any means of resistance.

Although Punk didn't like to inflict unnecessary pain on the experimental subjects, mainly because of the experimental subject's endless annoying crying that could interrupt his thought process, however, this time was an exception, in order to shape Bilan's personality, Punk had no choice but to ask Mr. Hult to "sing a good song."

The sharp cold light mercilessly cuts into flesh and bone, and under the brilliance of the translucent red awn, hot blood spurted all over the experimental platform. However, because of the burning effect, the blood soon stopped flowing, but it didn't bring any hope to Hult; instead, there was only the extreme pain of burning flesh and bones that lasted for a long time.

Outside the white tower, the brilliance of Mira and Casa began to reappear in the horizon, but on this bloody hill, only the shrill and sorrowful cry reverberated endlessly with the first light of the day.

"Where am I......"

The perplexed Hult was tumbling and flowing in a white whirlpool. He couldn't feel his body, and he also felt like that he had forgotten many things............

"Hey, look, isn't that the stupid orphan Hult?"

A voice suddenly came into his ear, and the white whirlpool disappeared abruptly as if it never even existed.

Hult found that he had returned to his childhood, and now he was lying in a dark and dirty lane, with snowflakes falling slowly from the gloomy sky. The thick layer of snow on the ground gave off a deep coldness.

"By the way... Yesterday... It seems that the old man's theft failed and was beaten by the guards!"

With his body of a child, Hult raised his bruised hands forcefully, which caused a very sharp pain that made him groan.

"Hey, Hult, you haven't paid your last time's protection fee. Hurry up and pay it quickly, or do you want to be beaten again?"

Hult saw a figure coming towards him. He clearly remembered that it was the leader of the child thieves. Although this boy, who was a little older than Hult, did not know how to lead or form a gang, he was very good at fighting and was not afraid of being hurt, so he became like a leading figure among the child thieves.

Hult, who was already shaken by the sarcastic tone of this strong boy, normally would have instantly knelt down on the ground and started to snivel and weep.

But this time, to his surprise, he felt that the anger in his heart became more and more intense, and the experience of being bullied and abused many times clearly appeared in his mind, and he suddenly had the urge to fight with this bastard who took his last piece of bread at all costs.

Something like this almost never happened with the timid and cowardly Hult in his youth. Although he felt something was wrong in his heart, his anger soon swallowed up his reason. He struggled to stand up with red eyes and rushed to the older boy, who was still laughing and ridiculing.

A howl like that of a wild animal came out from Hult's throat. He jumped on the older boy who, caught unprepared, couldn't dodge. Hult then tore open the other's throat mercilessly with his teeth. The hot blood flowed down his throat into the empty stomach. At this time, Hult, who was sucking the enemy's blood, felt like the snow was not so cold anymore.

…….

"Very good, the first stage is almost perfectly completed!"

In front of Punk, Hult's exposed brain was connected with several alchemy threads in the experimental platform, and Hult, bounded by the energy shackles, was screaming crazily.

Punk carefully examined Hult, who was now in a state of memory tampering, to make sure that there was no sign of insanity in his soul and then nodded with satisfaction.