Chapter 29：Control!
The Botanist Mage's Curse is a highly toxic, addictive hallucinogenic potion.
Under its powerful facade of enhancing strength, it actually prematurely exhausts the body's potential, consuming one's lifespan as the price.
However, under Allen's deliberate control, he used the Botanist Mage's Mist to envelop little Obion, temporarily delaying the consumption of his life energy.
At the same time, Allen secretly infused his natural power to enhance little Obion's physique.
But these benefits didn't come for free.
The natural spiritual consciousness of the Botanist Mage directly invaded little Obion's brain.
Like a devil, it tempted the drug-addicted little Obion, imprinting an indelible mark in his subconscious—Allen was his only reliance, someone he could entrust his life to, and he would never go against Allen's "suggestions."
Through nearly irreversible hypnosis, Allen had thoroughly modified little Obion's subconscious.
Using extraordinary mystical power to erode an ordinary person's mind was as easy as pie.
For Allen, who had become proficient with the Botanist Mage's natural power, he had mastered all skills except for cultivating a contract plant.
Moreover, with the help of his powerful natural spiritual consciousness, Allen's ability to identify drugs, recognize properties, and formulate prescriptions had skyrocketed.
Even in front of little Obion, Allen could easily turn a tonic prescription into a highly toxic potion.
Or, with just a slight infusion of the Botanist Mage's Mist into the liquid, it would be enough to poison a mammoth!
After Allen's laborious efforts, little Obion woke up the next morning.
As soon as he opened his eyes, two beams of light shot out.
The previously dim underground chamber now seemed as bright as day to him, everything clearly visible!
His entire body was filled with unprecedented strength.
When he turned his head and saw Allen still guarding him, a boundless trust and closeness surged in his heart.
It seemed that Allen in front of him was more trustworthy than even himself.
Little Obion had no doubts, having been brainwashed by Allen's extraordinary power, he couldn't have any doubts.
"Sir, from now on, you are my most trusted pharmacist!" Instinctively, little Obion slightly bowed his head in deep respect.
Allen, no longer obsequious, didn't show any arrogance either. He spoke naturally and seriously, "From now on, I will make you even stronger..."
Little Obion, in a daze, seemed to see an incredibly bright future.
"Let's go, sir, let's test my strength!" Little Obion couldn't wait.
Following behind the now completely controlled little Obion, Allen finally smiled slightly. His long-term plan had finally succeeded.
Next, it was time to secretly strengthen his power, develop his forces, and become the ruler of this region.
The potion and extraordinary power only changed little Obion's attitude towards Allen, but to others, this miser remained unchanged.
On the training ground, little Obion wielded his sword, knocking down five forest rangers holding wooden shields.
Each of them couldn't withstand a single strike, being sent flying by little Obion's sword.
His immense strength was comparable to a bull!
Standing amidst the fallen, wailing subordinates, little Obion roared to the sky, "Hahaha! Power, my power!"
At that moment, he envisioned himself taking potions and becoming a mystical powerhouse.
His proud and strict father begging him to return to the family, bestowing upon him a truly noble surname.
His half-brothers, who looked down on him, crying and kneeling at his feet, begging for forgiveness.
As for his half-sisters, they would be dressed in luxurious, seductive, and scantily clad outfits, teasingly surrounding him.
Of course, the most important thing was the immense family wealth!
Piles of gold and silver coins, endless rainforests and lands, all would belong to him!
Thinking of these, little Obion felt ecstatic!
He couldn't wait to turn these illusions into reality!
Then, to everyone's surprise.
He turned around, grabbed Allen's right hand, and raised it high in front of everyone.
He loudly announced, "From now on, Mr. Allen is the second most important person in the Estuary Rainforest area, only below me. His orders are my orders, his instructions are my instructions! From now on, everyone, except me, must listen to Mr. Allen!"
"Everyone must address Mr. Allen as Master Pharmacist!"
These words shocked many.
Whether it was the forest rangers, the servants of the forest district chief's mansion, or even little Obion's rarely seen wife, they were all incredulous.
But seeing little Obion's immense strength, and realizing it was all thanks to Allen's potions, everyone had to suppress their astonishment.
Moreover, most people stared at Allen without blinking, their eyes filled with undisguised desire.
A pharmacist capable of creating powerful potions was definitely someone worth following!
Little Obion's wife opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but under little Obion's cold gaze, she reluctantly lowered her head.
"She's a somewhat wise woman..." Allen's gaze swept over the young woman.
Although she rarely appeared and was said to be not on good terms with little Obion.
But from her keen observation and unaffected judgment of Allen's pharmacist status, she was a politically astute woman.
She knew that having two leaders in a power structure would inevitably lead to conflicts.
But in front of Allen, who had complete control, an ordinary person's opposition was insignificant.
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In the following days, Allen gave little Obion the Botanist Mage's Curse he had already prepared.
The potion greatly stimulated his body's potential, and with Allen's infusion of natural power, little Obion's strength multiplied.
Now, without any weapons, he could wrestle with two strong bulls using just his body.
Although his speed improvement was slower, he could still match the powerful impact of a bull running at full speed.
The only regret for little Obion was that despite his immense strength, he couldn't truly step into the realm of mysticism and become an extraordinary being.
But this didn't make him doubt Allen; instead, he trusted Allen even more.
The subconscious imprint had completely turned little Obion into Allen's puppet.
From this perspective, Allen had achieved true "control over the king to command the vassals!"
"Having controlled the Estuary Rainforest district chief's mansion, next is the armed force—the forest rangers!" At night, Allen enjoyed the soothing service of a maid washing his feet.
His right hand gently stroked the back of a small lizard, and amidst its comfortable hissing, he pondered his next move.
In these days, besides completely controlling little Obion, his greatest gain was the small lizard.
That night, the night he obtained the swamp dragon scales.
The little creature, always sleeping in his arms, suddenly acted like a hungry wolf seeing a fat sheep.
It frantically expressed its strong desire to Allen.