NOVGO.NET Chapter 448: Let’s Get Started!
Chapter 448: Chapter 448: Let’s Get Started!
As long as all the poison is poured onto Imu, even if her constitution is twice that of Whitebeard’s, it won’t hold up.
Her body would still be corroded by the potent toxicity, leaving a massive hole.
Most importantly, the poison would weaken the areas surrounding the wound. Even after detoxification, this effect would persist for several minutes.
This would give him the chance to treat Imu.
As long as her body wasn’t that resilient, the items he bought from the shop could take effect.
And if they could take effect, it was a guaranteed success.
Without further ado, Vir uncorked the vial of poison in his hand and gently dripped a single drop onto the back of his own hand.
Plip.
The liquid fell.
The first sensation that hit was a faint coolness.
But right after that…
The bone-deep agony began to set in.
Even Vir couldn’t help but furrow his brow; his hand offered no resistance whatsoever, and in an instant, a gaping hole appeared.
This demonstration was more than enough for Imu.
Vir promptly pulled out a bottle of pills and popped one into his mouth.
The moment he swallowed it, the wildly expanding bloodied crater halted its advance, no longer burrowing deeper.
Vir raised his hand and showed it to Imu.
“My whole hand has weakened a bit — you should be able to tell, right?”
“This effect lingers even after taking the antidote. It’ll give me just enough time to treat you.”
“It’ll only last a few minutes.”
As he spoke, Vir tossed the bottle of antidote to Imu.
Imu could naturally sense the weakness in his entire arm. After waiting seven or eight minutes, the weakened limb did indeed regain its strength.
Seeing that reality matched Vir’s words with no discrepancies, Imu finally let her guard down.
“Follow me.”
With that, Imu rose slowly. Her poised demeanor was matched by a figure that was strikingly voluptuous.
She was just a touch shorter than Vir, but that was normal for a human woman.
After all, Vir now stood at a full 2.2 meters tall.
Trailing behind Imu, Vir said nothing more. Before long, they arrived at a bedroom.
It was an ordinary bedroom, much like one in any average household.
If anything, it was even plainer than most.
The only lavish touch was the bed, which looked plush and inviting.
The room as a whole gave off a sense of comfort, with walls in a soft reddish hue.
At the bedside, Imu eased herself down.
She slipped off her high heels, revealing flawless jade-like feet.
Then she turned, climbed onto the bed, and settled in the center, gazing at Vir with a playful glint in her eye.
“Come on, then.”
Vir just raised an eyebrow, feeling no trace of attraction.
The scene read like something out of a mermaid movie: a beauty teasing, while the object of her teasing remained unmoved.
Seeing she was ready, Vir wasted no time. He kicked off his shoes and stepped onto the bed, his feet sinking into the soft lavender sheets.
The mattress was incredibly yielding; standing on one foot, Vir sank in deep.
He moved to Imu’s side and sat facing her.
“Where do you want the injury?”
No small talk—Vir cut straight to the chase.
Imu found it a tad dull. This young man was so clueless about romance, not even a ripple of interest in her charms.
Women were all the same, Imu included.
Seeing the man before her utterly unaffected by her allure left a sour taste in her mouth.
As for the treatment spot, Imu chose her waist.
Or more precisely, the kidney area.
Once confirmed with Vir, she turned away and sprawled face-down on the bed.
It looked less like prepping for treatment and more like arriving at a spa for a massage.
Technician Vir produced his “sterile” gloves and slipped them on slowly.
Imu eyed the things Vir was donning, question marks popping up in her mind.
If she wasn’t mistaken, those gloves looked a bit grimy…
And if she wasn’t wrong, those hands were about to make contact with her body.
So those gloves…?
In that moment, something unsettling clicked for Imu.
She’d forgotten—overlooked how utterly bizarre this guy’s treatment methods were.
She’d been so focused on whether it would work that she’d ignored that detail.
Even so, now that it hit her, Imu didn’t panic. It was all just parlor tricks; she was confident she wouldn’t make a fool of herself.
Most importantly, they were alone here.
Just her and this kid.
If she did end up making some embarrassing spectacle and he caught it… well, she could always just kill him.
With that thought, Imu settled her nerves.
But those gloves still rubbed her the wrong way.
And right then…
A chill spread from the small of her back, like the cool swipe of cotton before a doctor’s needle.
It lasted only half a second. The next instant, a searing stab of pain erupted from her lower back, so intense that even she furrowed her brow.
She could clearly feel her body corroding away at a rapid pace.
While monitoring her own condition, her Observation Haki locked onto Vir like a vice.
Any funny business from him, and Imu would strike him down on the spot.
Five seconds later, a gruesome hole had formed at Imu’s waist—big as a plump eggplant, the edges charred black.
The blackness had eaten straight through her body front to back, and the toxin was still racing outward.
But as Imu popped a pill into her mouth, the creeping darkness froze in place, the blackened veins beginning to recede steadily.
Seeing this, Imu’s opinion of Vir warmed a bit.
Looks like he really had no ill intent toward her.
Imu’s body gradually relaxed.
Vir, staring at the corroded crater, immediately hauled out his massive wok.
It was enormous, but Imu’s bedroom was spacious enough—no risk of it not fitting.
Vir held off on buying the Heavenly Canopy to start a live stream; doing so too soon could spell disaster, and the reason was simple.
Saturn and the others weren’t idiots. The Heavenly Canopy was visible to everyone—if Imu’s people spotted it, they’d barge in and stop him cold.
Sure, the Heavenly Canopy could block all perception, but if someone came knocking with a warning, that wouldn’t help.
So, the Heavenly Canopy would have to wait until the treatment was nearly done. Absolutely not at the start.
Same routine: stir-fry first.
Get the damage immunity effect activated before anything else.
Imu watched Vir pull out the giant wok. Having witnessed his treatment process twice before, she knew exactly what came next.
She jumped right into that big wok.
But Vir really had no good way of wringing out any negative points from her while she was inside.
This woman’s strength was overwhelming; his flames simply couldn’t reach a level that could breach her defenses. So, the wok-stirring was truly just a means to boost his damage immunity effect.
If he wanted more negative points later, he’d have to rely on other methods.
Once Imu entered the wok, Vir immediately stoked the fire.
Within moments, the temperature inside began to rise sharply, and even the surrounding furniture started showing signs of being affected.
Yet, for some reason, these pieces of furniture showed no signs of melting even under such extreme heat.
It must have been crafted from some high-grade materials.
Imu sat steadily in the wok, her expression completely serene.
Even as the temperature hit eight thousand degrees and continued to climb relentlessly, she showed no reaction whatsoever.
To her, this heat was really just like soaking in a hot spring.
This eased her mind; moments ago, she’d been worried about whether she’d end up looking ridiculous herself. Sure, only one person would see it, but that would still be embarrassing enough.
But as the wok’s temperature soared, Imu finally confirmed it.
This kid’s crooked tricks wouldn’t have any effect on her.
She inwardly grumbled about her subordinates for a bit, then lay down directly in the wok, letting Vir add all sorts of things into it.
Time ticked by, second by second. Moments later, the temperature peaked.
The surrounding furniture finally showed faint signs of melting, which made Imu glance at Vir in mild surprise.
For a kid of his strength to damage her things here—it was no small feat.
Vir remained unflinching, his expression unchanged.
Watching Imu looking so comfortable in the wok, he’d anticipated this.
The stir-frying wouldn’t affect her at all, so there was no need for him to waste extra time on it.
After frying for about three to five minutes, Vir poured Imu out of the wok, dumping her onto the ground.
Now, she was just right for serving.
Vir deftly picked up knife and fork, squatting down beside Imu. She watched him steadily, unflustered, her face showing no trace of fear.
Soon.
The meal began.
Vir’s knife and fork danced constantly around the wounds.
But Imu still didn’t think much of it.
She just quietly gazed at the unhurried Vir.
She’d seen the treatment he’d given the others just now.
This wasn’t the real flesh and blood body—though she couldn’t quite put her finger on what it was, it clearly wouldn’t cause any harm to a person.
A smile tugged at Vir’s lips.
This woman’s body was unbelievably strong. The injury that could cause such a massive wound on her must be extraordinary.
The reward would undoubtedly be substantial, even if the wounds weren’t numerous.
At least ten percent of damage-immunity, maybe more.
The wounds weren’t large.
In no time, he had finished, and the moment Vir “ate” the last bite, Imu’s eyes widened involuntarily.
Because she could genuinely feel her body improving.
Truth be told, Imu had been skeptical about Vir’s “treatment”—after all, the method looked anything but normal.
But now that it was actually happening to her, she had no choice but to believe.
This absurd nonsense could really heal people.
Watching Vir clear away the utensils, Imu found herself genuinely intrigued by this bizarre treatment technique at that moment, eager to dig deeper into how it worked.
But the treatment wasn’t over yet, so she held back from asking, planning to wait until it was done.
Yet at that moment, Vir froze in place.
Staring at the notification that had popped up before him, he was a bit dumbfounded.
[Ding! Congratulations, host! You’ve gained 21% damage immunity effect! (Cap reached)]
Twenty-one percent damage immunity!
And this was because it had already hit the cap—otherwise, it might’ve gone even higher!
After treating Sengoku last time, his damage immunity had already reached 39%. Now, with this additional 21%, he had indeed hit the limit.
Looking at the full 60% damage immunity displayed in his status bar, Vir felt a surge of excitement.
But he didn’t find it all that outrageous.
He had some idea about the potency of the poison he concocted. He had estimated it would yield around ten percent or so, but Imu’s freakish physique had slapped that estimate right in the face.
His poison was highly effective, and Imu’s body was exceptionally resilient. Combined, they had actually maxed out the damage immunity effect.
It was downright unbelievable.
Now with a solid sixty percent damage immunity, any attack hitting him would get slashed by more than half right off the bat.
His tankiness had exploded!
This was a real, tangible power-up, and it had Vir buzzing with thrill.
But with Imu right there, Vir didn’t dare get too carried away. After a brief daze, he gestured for her to get ready—they were moving to the next step.
Time was tight; he needed to hustle.
Otherwise, he’d have to poison her all over again.
At his signal, Imu stood and shifted her posture.
But she wasn’t as casual about it now.
She wanted to observe closely, to see exactly how Vir fixed people’s problems.
Whatever it was, there had to be some process to it.
But earlier, she hadn’t spotted a single thing. That didn’t sit right with her, she was now watching with intense focus.
Pushing down his excitement, Vir crouched down again, mentally calculating the time.
The remaining steps were just the two items from the shop, plus his Vibro-Blade. Once those were done, Imu would be fully healed.
But judging from what had happened so far, the odds of her ending up with psychological trauma were slim—especially with just him as the audience.
The Heavenly Canopy was the key here.
As for the timing of its release, Vir pondered briefly and made up his mind.
He would first handle the initial step with the Red Heart Wax. When it was almost done, he would activate the Heavenly Canopy.
After all, the Red Heart Wax step was the most time-consuming. The others, whether it was the Vibro-Blade or the Dog-Beating Whip, could be adjusted to his own pace.
But the Red Heart Wax was different. Even with White Flames, it wouldn’t melt any faster.
So he’d wait until the first step was nearly done—then unleash the triple combo: the canopy, the whipping, and the Vibro-Blade!
With that in mind, Vir pulled out the red wax candle he’d redeemed from the shop, lit it, and suspended it above Imu’s wound.
After all, the melted wax wouldn’t drip immediately.
When Imu saw Vir pull out the candle, her brows furrowed.
A candle? For a wound treatment?
What did the two even have to do with each other?
She hadn’t seen the kid use anything like this before.
Bracing herself with full attention for this new tool, Imu scanned it with her Observation Haki—but it turned up nothing unusual.
It seemed like the most ordinary wax candle imaginable.
That piqued her interest; she was curious to see how this tiny bit of wax could heal her wound.
But when Vir hung the candle above her injury, Imu first froze, then her expression shifted uncomfortably.
She’d lived this long—how could she not know what that meant?
This kid! What the hell was he planning?
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