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Newton searched left and right, finally discovering a pitch-black object that seemed to emit an indistinct wailing from above, with dark substances faintly rising from it.
"Here, I can tell you that if you take this pill, you will gain immense power. However, I cannot guarantee your safety; whether you live or die after consuming it is entirely up to you."
At that moment, Norman seemed to have lost his mind, snatching the pill and leaving in a hurry.
"Jin, that pill..."
Rona approached and tugged at Newton's sleeve.
"Is there any more?"
"You want some?"
Newton shook his head.
"That kind of pill can enhance strength, but in reality, it's just infused with some demonic power. To put it simply, it can permanently boost a person's physical attributes and magical abilities, but one can easily be influenced by the thoughts of the demon within, even becoming a demon themselves. If you truly want to become powerful, you should honestly follow my training methods first. Once your body can withstand it, I will teach you the corresponding magic. By then, even if you want to use demonic power, I will show you how to control the demon instead of being controlled by it."
"I understand."
Although Rona's face showed no expression, she was quite obedient, at least not requiring much effort from Newton to explain.
"Alright, go tidy up. I estimate that next time that guy will either win or come over to make us move."
The pill was indeed as Newton described; it was merely infused with demonic power. However, demons were actually created by Jelf; there were no demons in this land. Of course, mythical demons did exist, but Newton had never heard of demons like those created by Jelf. Therefore, spells should be quite unfamiliar to the people of this continent. If their appearance did not attract attention, then Newton would have no choice but to leave and start over from scratch.
However, the developments took Newton somewhat by surprise. It was not some powerful faction that sought him out, but rather the residents of the sewers who had come looking for him. As for how they found him, it could only be attributed to the bizarre nature of the underground or perhaps a twist of fate. Their reason for seeking Newton was indeed related to the matter of potions.
The ordinary potions that could heal and restore magical energy had earned Newton some goodwill among them. However, everything changed when the potion infused with demonic power appeared. Demons were inherently chaotic and evil; one could see how little human life mattered to them from the incident with the Underworld Gate, which had nearly obliterated an entire continent to awaken an entity known as End. As for this particular potion, Norman truly showed respect to Newton by consuming it himself instead of giving it to others. The result was that Norman's physical abilities were greatly enhanced, and he naturally acquired the demon's signature skill: Spell.
Norman's Spell was quite peculiar; it bore some resemblance to that of a wolf, allowing him to turn objects into bombs through touch. However, while the wolf could control its bombs at will, Norman's bombs were more limited. Once triggered by Norman, they would explode five seconds later, and the size of the objects he could use was also restricted—no larger than a fistful. Nevertheless, even with these limitations, this ability significantly boosted various attributes, making one akin to a demon in terms of power enhancement. At least now, while Norman couldn't be considered a true powerhouse, he could still dominate in the sewers where no one seemed capable of challenging him.
"But what does any of this have to do with me?"
Newton's words were cold and detached; after all, these people had no real connection to him. Even if he saved them, it would only bring about a heap of trouble without offering any assistance for his own future endeavors.
"Gold Alchemy! Just help us out since we are all from the same sewer!"
The person pleading for help dropped to their knees, repeatedly bowing their head against the ground as if trying to break it open.
"Why should I help you?"
Rona stepped forward, her face filled with anger and hatred.
"When my mother was killed, why did none of you stand up? Was it not to protect yourselves? Now you want Gold Alchemy's help again for your own safety? Do you even have the audacity to ask?"
In truth, Newton had already revealed his true name to Rona; he genuinely harbored thoughts of adopting her as his daughter and had not hidden anything from her. However, both were not foolish enough to expose their true identities here, knowing that doing so would be tantamount to courting disaster. Thus, Rona had taken it upon herself to refer to Newton by his alias in this place.
"Yes, you're right. But we're talking about hundreds of lives here; surely that is more important than just one life. Once someone is dead, they cannot be brought back. Is there any point in dwelling on past deaths?"
The man kept his head down, not daring to lift it.
"You are right, but that's your perspective, and it doesn't seem to have anything to do with me."
Newton remained indifferent.
"But this way, we are not truly unrelated. Girl is now my adopted daughter. Her mother died because of your indifference. While that may not count as intentional murder, my grandfather's inaction was hardly a problem, right? As for your tangled feelings about death, I'm sorry, but this child’s mother died right in front of her because of you. If she can't grapple with that, should she really be worried about what to eat tonight?"
"Are you just refusing to help us?"
The man's expression suddenly turned fierce as he ripped open his shirt, revealing several items inside.
"This is the explosives we salvaged from the black market. As soon as I detonate them, this place will turn into ruins. Even if we die, we’ll take you down with us!"
"Old-fashioned, here, take this."
Newton tossed him a spherical object and then pretended to launch another into the air.
"Boom!"
The sphere exploded mid-air, and even on the ground, one could feel the wave of heat rushing toward them.
"Alright, I've shown you how it works. See? This ball is no worse than what you have on you. So let's use this."
Newton seemed particularly kind as he tossed a few more bombs over. The man immediately lost his nerve, hurriedly using every bomb thrown by Newton.
"You!"
The man looked at Newton in terror.
"Ah, right, I forgot to mention to you. I know exactly what the medicine I created will do, specifically what Norman will cause. I just intended to teach you a good lesson and let Rona vent her frustrations..."
"You!"
This time, the man appeared truly desperate. Although he had bombs in his hands, he still felt that they posed no threat to Newton.
"Have you given up? Then get lost."
Newton shook his head, and the man left in a daze.
"…"
Rona stood there as if she had lost her soul, not knowing what to think. Seeing her like this, Newton sighed, put down everything he was working on, and gestured for Rona to come over.
"What's wrong? Do you feel bad inside?"
"A little, but they clearly killed my mother..."
Rona bit her lip, feeling a sense of unwillingness.
"Yes, but many people in this world are indifferent. However, there are also quite a few good people. Besides, there is no absolute good or bad in this world..."
Newton ruffled her hair. The child's thoughts were simple; whatever she was taught became her belief. It seemed that her mother had raised Rona quite well.
"But what should I do? I don't want them to die..."
Rona was deeply conflicted. On one hand, the person in question was the murderer of her mother; on the other hand, due to her mother's teachings, she understood that killing was not a good thing.
"It doesn't matter. If you want to kill, then kill. If you want to save, then save."
Newton burst into laughter.
"When you're tired, sleep; when you're hungry, eat. It's a simple principle. So if you have a grudge, take revenge; if someone has done you a favor, be grateful. If someone has harmed us, we confront them, regardless of the reason. If they helped us, then we should express our gratitude. Sometimes life is easier when you keep things simple. If you encounter any troublesome situations, your old man will help you sort it out."
It turned out that while simplicity could make life easier, it didn't necessarily guarantee longevity—provided you had a good father. Whether Rona understood this or not was uncertain, but at least she knew that Newton intended to respect his own ideas.
"Let's go save someone!"
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