Apocalypse: The Ice King Returned

Chapter 39: The Potion

Luther placed the apocalyptic fluid into his bag and picked up the grim reaper's shorter claw, which was about a meter long. It wasn’t too short, but much smaller compared to the longer claw.

But the short claw was the best weapon, so Luther tied it to his back.

"The monster has sharp legs, too. Leave them to fend for themselves."

When the grim reaper died, its tight joints sagged, and Luther could cut them off easily.

When Luther had finished, he approached Oliver and found him pale and sweating his mouth black. Although his arm had been tightly bandaged by Elena, the dirty blood from his arm had soaked through the rags.

"Open it."

Elena unwound the gauze and saw the long gash driven into his arm. The skin and flesh around the wound had been ripped apart, showing how deep the wound was.

The grossest part was the discoloring of his flesh. It was black and already a little rotten.

Elena looked at it and covered her mouth in concern.

"The wound is infected with the monster's poison. It's going to be difficult to fix. We have to clean the wound right away. There's a place to hide to our right. Let’s go." Luther said and came forward with two long claws in each hand.

Elena called Eric and the fat man beside him and said, "Eric. Frank. You two have to carry Oliver."

Frank moved quickly, but Eric was a bit slow, and Luther looked back and scolded him, "Hurry up."

Eric’s face turned red and he rushed to help lift the man, his eyes constantly fixed on the monster that Luther had slain.

Eric had planned to bring in the monster to kill four people, but Luther fought it on his own.

Eric thought quickly and saw that Luther was struggling during his battle with the creature. So, he changed his plan and decided to lure Oliver and Elena into helping Luther, tricking them into joining a fight they would both die in.

It didn’t work out quite as he planned. The grim reaper slashed at Oliver as he rushed forward. Eric was ecstatic when he saw Oliver fall to the ground.

However, he did not think Luther would be capable of tipping the battle to his advantage after this. In less than a minute, he killed it and broke off its limbs.

Eric couldn't believe that Luther would kill such a powerful monster so easily.

How could Luther's skill be so immense?

Now Eric was afraid. But for now, Luther didn’t seem to have a reason to turn on him.

Eric was afraid of getting killed if he offended Luther. He knew if Luther turned on him, he would not be able to gain his pity. Luther would be ruthless.

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Luther took the lead going inside.

Besides the many bloodstains splashed across the walls, the 400-square-foot house had a bed, a fan, a TV, and a small kitchen.

"The coast is clear. Bring him in."

The other three followed him one after another, and the room became a little crowded. They all stood in a row against the wall, giving Luther more space to treat him.

"Luther, what are you going to do?" Elena asked him with concern.

Luther pulled the small dagger he had from day one out of his bag and sprayed some alcohol on it.

"Don’t you have to cut off the rotten part?" Elena asked cautiously.

"Well," Luther nodded, "I’m going to cut off the infected parts and put the medicine on it. I need you three to hold him down."

All three of them stepped forward and pressed Oliver down into the bed.

"Be patient, Oliver." Luther placed the handle of a wooden spoon he had found in Oliver's mouth. He did not care whether he heard him or not but took his arm firmly and swiftly cut off the rotten skin.

Oliver groaned and shivered, and the other three pressed hard to keep him from breaking free.

Luther began to cut away the rotten flesh, and he was very skilled at it. After a few seconds, all the blood around the wound began to drip out. Luther took the apocalyptic fluid from his waist bag, cut a small incision with the dagger, and poured three drops in Oliver's wound.

Suddenly, the wound began to tighten and close. The wound healed almost instantly.

"What is it?" Elena and the other two were amazed. The effect of the medicine was amazing.

"It's not a drug, it's a cell fluid. And it’s raw fluid, with nothing added to it."

At this point, Luther's small slit in the apocalyptic fluid magically healed, but there was now only two-thirds left of the already scarce liquid, missing three drops. Luther cringed at the thought, not liking how little he has left.

This baby was a lifesaver. Once he used it, it was all gone.

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When Luther took out the apocalyptic fluid and gave Oliver a few drops to the wound on his arm, Eric's heart began to beat harder.

It must be a powerful gene-cell drug, and it's very likely that's why he's so powerful. I don’t know how else it would work.

With that in mind, Eric stared at the medicine, his eyes burning with envy.

If he ran away, could he last for very long as a lone survivor?

Eric thought, But if I can only get this medicine to make me stronger, I'll do more than survive. I'll be more powerful than anyone else.

After weighing the pros and cons, Eric's eyes flickered, and he decided to stay with the group. From then on, his heart, which Luther seemed to take command of through fear, was now clouded again with his selfish desire.

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The wound was treated in only three minutes.

"The wound is healed over, the poison is gone, and he'll wake up in a minute." Luther then formed a ball of water to wash his hands.

Having water had always been important during doomsday, but for Luther, it wasn't a problem. If he wanted water, he could form it with his power.

The three others, who had been afraid for Oliver until now, all wore a blank look when they saw Luther washing his hands with so much water.

The few bottles of water they had were found after searching through several buildings because the city's water system was shut off. If they were thirsty, they just drank one bottle cap of water at a time. They used at most one bottle a day, or else they would have run out by now.

But this man could just form water whenever he needed to. If they used water as freely as he did, they would have run out and died of thirst after the first few days.

They looked at Luther. They didn't notice it at first, but now they saw that he was quite clean.

Did he bathe every day?

They were shocked by this and felt that they were missing out. This man was amazing!