Beneath the Red Dragon

In the underground prison of the Golden Empire Court, it is hell for all those with malicious intentions.

But in this hell, contrary to the imagined dark and bloody, with severed limbs, it is exceptionally clean and silent, so silent that the slightest heavy breathing from any prisoner can shatter this place of tranquility.

The humanoid form of Green Dragon Antajena is also incredibly tall.

Using the aesthetic standards of the Ancestral Red Dragon Karon Gogomola, this Green Dragon’s humanoid form has a large frame, standing at an impressive height of 1.9 meters, with a voluptuous figure.

Standing in front of these casters and warriors bound by Demon-Banning Chains to the iron racks, she appears particularly statuesque.

Antajena gazes down at the humans in front of her, with eyes as crystal clear as Jade Gemstones, exuding a bone-chilling coldness.

A Kobold prison guard took a grim smile as he picked up an injection needle from the tray, extracting the ice-blue potion from a test tube.

This ice-blue potion, the Devil’s Joy Potion, is a highly refined Arcane Material, with a cold and pure hue that seems to give people the strength of reason and calmness.

Yet the faces of the casters bound to the iron racks showed fear, their bodies began to tremble, and they cried out helplessly: ”Spare me, spare me, noble Giant Dragon, I am willing to serve you, I am willing to tell you all the information I know, I will do anything you ask.”

In the adjoining and opposite cells, those companions driven by the same purpose and will began to laugh.

The subordinates sent by the Harpist Alliance and the Southern Noble Economic Alliance began to anticipate their companion’s joyful fall, much like their own, into the embrace of darkness.

Only then can they find some comforting relief for their own fallen hearts in the darkness, achieving satisfaction not because of scarcity but because of inequality.

That is the Devil’s Poison, corroding these people who originally harbored hearts of justice, both physically and spiritually.

No matter how madly the mage in front struggled, no matter how harrowing and piercing his cries and pleas, the Dogman Guard unwaveringly injected the cold Devil’s Poison into the mage’s body’s veins.

The ice-blue Arcane Potion began to spread, the veins on the mage’s forehead and neck became engorged, filled with the icy blue.

One could even see through the veins and flesh, watching the cold potion gradually flow toward the mage’s heart and limbs.

”Huh, huh,”

The enlarged dose of the Devil’s Poison fully spread and took effect, calming the fearfully contorted expressions on the mage’s face. His frantic heartbeat became extraordinarily calm, and an indescribable sense of poised transcendence began to appear on his face.

Just like every Great Mage’s moment of sage-like wisdom, a satisfaction upon achieving the truth of the Cosmos.

In the rest of the prison cells, there were unanimous sighs of mixed satisfaction and disappointment.

A faint smile was revealed on the beautiful cheeks of Green Dragon Antajena.

Originally, these spies from the Harpist Alliance and the Southern Nobles should have been interrogated separately, independently controlled, to avoid the potential of her plans being easily discovered by others, especially since, in the world of Magic, there is a significant chance that a miracle could occur.

A miracle that can combat one’s own fallen will.

But Antajena liked to do it this way.

She wanted everyone to see their companions slip from light into darkness and to feel fear.

She wanted everyone who dared harbor malice against the Golden Empire to feel their own inevitable fall after seeing their companion fall, to maximize the twisting of their souls, to let their self-righteous justice and light be covered by darkness.

Antajena could derive a thrill and emotional high from controlling others in this way, beyond any feeling power could bring, without doubt, this is the nature of the Green Dragon.

For this reason, Antajena even increased the dosage of the potion to ensure that these individuals with strong willpower could feel mentally invigorated, experiencing unprecedented joy, becoming addicted, and rapidly expanding their threshold for happiness, thus manipulating their twisted minds.

However, this Devil’s Poison is not without its merits; besides invigorating the mind and refreshing one’s senses, during a period after consuming or injecting the Devil’s Joy Potion, the mental concentration of all beings will significantly improve.

In the casting professions, it can be considered a rare auxiliary casting material, and this effect allows some casters, who are difficult to control their chaotic minds, to release higher-level spells.

Even during the effective period of the Devil’s Joy Potion, casters’ comprehension ability and meditation skills in their practice can receive considerable enhancement.

The terrifying aspect of this meditation efficiency is that it allows a Low-level Spellcaster’s meditation efficiency to rival that of a Mid-level Caster, and even temporarily grants creatures like goblins and kobolds a low-level mage’s understanding of knowledge and meditation efficiency.

That’s why Antajena named this potion Devil’s Joy Potion. It is not for no reason, during the time the drug is in effect, even a demon would need to praise this potion!

Of course, when the potion’s effect wears off, these individuals will face horrendous torment, with the existential void of life just the beginning, and the inability to feel happiness along with a wildly inflated threshold being the first wave of torment.