Filed to story: A Bullied Boy Died: A Mafia King Woke Up In His Body
Drink the entire flask in one go. Active for five minutes.
Consuming another within a day will result in diminishing effects. May experience side effects after the main effect wears off.
Ingredients:
Greis Powder, Olio Roots, Yul’s Tears, Water
Cooldown:
30 seconds
Health Potion (Basic)
Restores a moderate amount of health.
Recommended Usage:
Drink the entire flask in one go. Heals up to 50 HP.
Consuming another within eight hours will result in diminishing effects.
Ingredients: Poair Leaves, Greis Powder, Yul’s Tears, Water
Cooldown:
30 seconds
“First step completed.”
Addiction Symptoms
The training routine went as planned. The main reason why Kyle wanted so many prisoners was due to the mental trauma inflicted on each prisoner after combat training. No prisoner could remain sane after being beaten up by twenty gang members in a row while continuously being healed.
“JUST LET ME DIE!” One of the Red Lions prisoners shook the coarse, shoddy iron bars of his temporary jail violently. They were segregated into separate cages, ensuring they couldn’t help each other break out.
“Shut up, idiot. They can’t even hear you from inside this room,” Lionel grumbled. It had only been a day since they had been imprisoned, but a few of the members’ mental states were at an all-time low.
There was someone else in the room who clearly had it much worse, judging by the continuous groaning, the scratching of nails against rusted metal, and clattering of teeth. Lionel glanced over at Riker’s cage to see him lying on the floor in a cold sweat, shivering.
He wasn’t particularly surprised to see Riker here after they were captured. Kyle was that strong, after all, so he didn’t expect Riker to escape either.
“Fucking hell. What did they do to you? Potion overdose?” Lionel asked, but Riker barely registered the question, only turning and tossing about on the cold metal surface.
At this moment, the main door to the room opened, revealing Kyle flanked by Damian.
Immediately, the other Red Lions members started cursing and swearing at Kyle, blasting them with everything they had ever learned in their short lives within Raktor. Kyle simply raised an eyebrow at some of the more colorful expressions they had for him while Damian was lugging a sack of Stamina Potions, giving them one each.
Lionel grabbed a potion, still astonished at how many the Seven Snakes had. This was the third one they’d received since their imprisonment. Going by Haui’s price, it meant Kyle had spent more than 1,800 rakels on each prisoner.
Is this guy loaded or what?
He noticed Damian didn’t give Riker any Stamina Potions, but the moment Riker saw the potion in his hand, he turned into some sort of feral beast, lunging for it. The bars barely restrained him as Riker forced his arm through, trying to reach Lionel.
“How many days has it been?” Kyle asked Damian.
“About four full days since we stopped, sir.”
“Hmm… He still seems too feisty. Open the cage.”
Damian carried out the order. Riker pounced on Kyle, but the gang leader immediately parried his attacks and flipped him onto the ground, slamming him down hard.
Riker gagged, a slight froth coming from his mouth, but he was far too weak to sit up. Lionel could tell Riker had not eaten for a day or so; the food platter was still filled in the cage. Riker had barely touched it.