Chapter 199: The Pain Witch

Viola sat on that magnificent armchair with a cold metallic texture, and through the huge floor-to-ceiling window of the high tower laboratory, she could overlook the entire camp operating like steel machinery.

Her posture was extremely elegant, her long hair hung down like a silver waterfall, and she wore a simple yet luxurious white robe, making her look like a perfect, flawless ice and snow sculpture.

Her gaze was currently on a colleague in the center of the laboratory, wearing a Tier 2 Wizard robe.

That wizard's face was twisted due to intense psychological struggle, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his hands were clenched into fists, his knuckles white.

His eyes kept looking at the blood-red magic elixir in the glass bottle on the table in front of him, which exuded an alluring fragrance.

Viola did not urge the other party; her expression was even somewhat indifferent, as if she were just a bystander, enjoying an insignificant pantomime.

However, if one observed carefully, one could find that the strands of smiles in the depths of Viola's eyes were almost overflowing.

Like a deep, cold pool, reflecting the prey's final struggle.

This kind of torment was precisely the moment Viola enjoyed the most.

That wizard's inner world was undoubtedly experiencing a violent storm at this moment—the struggle between reason and instinct, the desire for strength, and the fear of extreme pain were pulling wildly in the depths of his soul.

This kind of silent torture touched the essence more than any physical interrogation.

For a long time, that wizard went through a long psychological struggle, and his body even trembled slightly.

Finally, he seemed to have made up his mind, gritted his teeth fiercely, and purchased that bottle of magic elixir from Viola.

He didn't say a word, didn't even dare to look at Viola again, just carefully put away the magic elixir bottle, and hurried away from Viola's office without looking back, as panicked as a sinner escaping judgment.

Viola looked at the panicked figure of the other party, who was almost disheveled, carrying a trace of relief, yet also carrying deep pain, and let out a long, soft sigh with satisfaction.

That sound carried a kind of extreme satisfaction, as if she had devoured the most delicious fruit in the world.

"My personality problem is really big."

This was something Viola had realized when she was very young.

Since she had vague memories of remembering things, the first batch of clear images that appeared in her mind were not the warm sunshine or her mother's smiling face praised by the world.

But the ugly appearance of those insects and frogs that were twisted, struggled, and finally headed toward death under her fingertips.

The aura emitted by that kind of life on the verge of collapse could make her feel an indescribable excitement and peace.

Later, entering the Wizard Academy and starting to come into contact with more profound knowledge, this twisted interest not only didn't fade but expanded even more with the increase of knowledge. She was no longer satisfied with wild creatures caught at will, but turned her target to those living experimental subjects used for experiments in the academy.

She was obsessed with observing those living experimental subjects transformed by runes and eroded by magic elixirs, watching them struggle and roar in different pains until their souls flew away and scattered at the end.

By the time Viola reacted.

She found that she, an ordinary apprentice who should have focused on the Alchemy School when she entered, had actually become a dual "genius" of the Biology School and the Pain School, relying on her unique understanding of "pain" and deep dissection of "life," without knowing it.

Mentors from these two schools had once thrown olive branches to her, promising her the best resources and the most profound knowledge.

Under normal circumstances, a psychological problem like Viola's, having an extraordinary interest in pain, easily led them to a radical and twisted path.

Eventually falling into evil ways or stepping into the abyss, but Viola was different.

Perhaps because of psychological problems, although she liked watching other lives in pain from the bottom of her heart, she was also more rational and clear-headed than other wizards.

She deeply knew how to coordinate her twisted interests with the cruel reality, dancing on the edge of law and morality.

Upon realizing that she had grown tired of those non-human living beings, such as magical beasts and experimental bodies, she even began to vaguely pursue higher-level pain—the pain of wizards!

Once this thought arose, Viola was not swayed by it, but instead became vigilant immediately.

She knew that taking action directly against colleagues, even if it could bring extreme pleasure, would inevitably pay a heavy price, and might even cause her to fall prematurely; that did not conform to her reason.

Therefore, after careful thinking and thorough planning, Viola resolutely gave up all the olive branches handed over by the Biology School and the Pain School, and instead threw herself into the seemingly boring and dull Magic Elixir School.

She learned from scratch with great perseverance and satisfied her interests in another way.

The profound knowledge accumulated in biology and pain once allowed her to precisely grasp the reaction mechanism of living bodies to pain,

and the interaction between drugs and souls.

With the help of the knowledge accumulated due to interest, she soon made remarkable achievements in magic elixir studies—that was her proud "Pain Magic Elixir Series," which was also famous in the workshop!

This series of magic elixirs covered everything, from enhancing spiritual power to strengthening physique, from accelerating injury recovery to temporarily stimulating life potential,

almost covering all functional magic elixirs needed by wizards.

Their biggest commonality was that in order to obtain better magic elixir effects than magic elixirs of the same level, the user had to endure extreme, or even extreme, pain during the taking process!

Viola's grasp of magic elixir formulas reached a precise and subtle realm.

The effects of these pain magic elixirs were often a small bit stronger than magic elixirs of the same level and type on the market—it was precisely this small bit that was enough to make countless wizards pursuing the limit flock to them, risking the danger.

But the price was the incomparable, huge pain during the taking process.

However, besides pain, the pain magic elixir series had no other permanent side effects.

They would not damage the foundation, would not leave hidden injuries, and would not create any obstacles for future promotion.

For wizards known for their reason, who viewed their own bodies as precious containers, this kind of magic elixir with no permanent side effects and stronger effects should theoretically be the optimal purchase target!

But wizards were ultimately living beings and also had the most primitive, most instinctive strong resistance to pain.

They could rationally calculate gains and losses, but when pain truly descended, that kind of physiological rejection was not something that could be completely overcome by simple willpower.

And the most wonderful, and also the place that made Viola feel most pleasant and even proud, was that the pain magic elixir series had a very critical "unavoidable" setting!

Once wizards perfectly masked the pain with other wizardry or secret methods when taking the magic elixir, these pain magic elixirs would fail and would not produce any effect at all!

They would just turn into a pool of ordinary liquid, and the medicinal power would be lost.

This was Viola's true purpose.

Not only could the appearance of those wizards twisting and struggling because of severe pain when taking the magic elixir make her feel extreme happiness.

Even the entanglement, struggle, weighing, and final painful choices produced by these wizards because of the intense conflict between "reason" and "instinct" when purchasing the magic elixir could make her feel incomparable pleasure!

For Viola, the appearance of wizards suffering pain in their hearts was more pleasant than the appearance of them suffering pain simply in their bodies.

"Perfect—" She exhaled lightly, her breathing calmed down a lot, and the smile in her eyes gradually converged.

All emotions returned to their essence; she was no longer that magic elixir master with hidden twisted interests, but had returned to being that perfect, elegant, and calm Noland Workshop wizard in front of people.

"Beep! Beep! Beep!"

A rapid and rhythmic prompt sound came from the Magic Net terminal worn on Viola's wrist, interrupting her thoughts.

Viola, who was still immersed in the lingering charm of the wizard's painful struggle just now, saw the intoxicated expression on her face instantly converge.

Her eyes returned to clarity, and the corners of her lips hooked into a just-right arc, instantly returning to that elegant and restrained perfect posture, as if she had just stepped away from a serious academic study.

Connecting the communication, a young yet slightly balding face immediately appeared on the light screen—it was her mentor, Clark.

"Viola, how have you been lately?" Clark's tone always carried a trace of gentle fatigue.

"Mentor, I am doing very well, you don't need to worry." Viola's voice was soft and melodious, without any flaws.

The arc of her lips deepened imperceptibly: "And, I have also taken good care of my junior Jie Ming, allowing him to continue to grow in the arduous plane war, you can rest assured."

Master Clark's mouth twitched involuntarily, and a trace of helplessness was revealed in his eyes.

"It's precisely because it's you who is taking care of him that I am worried!" Clark's tone carried a trace of helplessness, clearly knowing Viola's "eccentricity" well.

But he was helpless against this disciple.

Immediately, he sighed lightly, as if carrying a trace of resignation: "Forget it, as long as you don't play too excessively and let him grow normally. After all, that child's potential is indeed quite good."

"Mentor, what are you saying?" Viola had an innocent smile on her face, "Of course I will watch over my junior well. His potential is very huge, even stronger than mine was initially."

Viola's words were not entirely a lie.

She was indeed very satisfied with the strong adaptability, extraordinary resilience, near-cold-blooded decisiveness, and the indescribable "pain" hidden deep beneath all appearances that Jie Ming displayed.

"However, my junior seems to be worried about something recently, busy to the point of not touching the ground. What a pity, I originally wanted to arrange more research tasks for him to see where his limit is. However, the pain brought by this kind of worry is also not bad..."

Although she didn't understand the reason for Jie Ming's pain, the aura emitted by that pain made her feel exceptionally stimulated and pleasant.

This kind of entanglement originating from the heart was undoubtedly the "high-quality" pain she pursued.

Master Clark mourned for Jie Ming in the distance for a moment.

He knew that Viola's "satisfaction" probably meant that Jie Ming had endured "tempering" far beyond ordinary people in the invisible.

"I hope this child won't have psychological shadows..." ===== CHAPTER 200 =====