In the training ground, a male student crept past furtively.
Young Master Di Lun had instructed him to slip the drug into the adopted daughter’s drink right before her duel ended.
He’d just been watching from the No. 3 Arena, and the adopted daughter had gained the upper hand so quickly—he hadn’t even watched a few minutes, his seat barely getting warm.
Seeing the adopted daughter about to win, he had no choice but to hurry to the restroom.
Fortunately, he’d scouted the route in advance.
This path was basically impossible for anyone to come through.
He could slip from here to the restroom, find the adopted daughter’s cup, and pour the potion from his pocket into it.
Next, he needed to pass by the window.
People outside might see him there, so he had to be careful.
The male student bent down low, his eyes glancing at the window.
Outside, two female students passed by, chatting with each other, not paying any attention to what was inside.
The male student planned to dash across the moment they left.
However, he had no idea that a silver figure had been following him the entire time.
The figure moved closer and closer, nearly reaching him, yet he remained completely unaware.
Good, they’re gone.
Now I need to hurry over…
The silver figure quietly slipped up behind him, then brought a hand chopping down on the back of his neck.
“Whaa!”
With a thud, the male student was physically hypnotized, lying face-down on the ground, fast asleep.
Done!
This follower hadn’t even turned his head once—he had no idea she was tailing him.
Duoluolisi circled around to his side, crouched down, and fumbled through his pockets.
Before long, she found a crystal bottle.
She raised the bottle up to the dim light filtering through the window, swirling the liquid inside to confirm it was the right potion, then nodded with satisfaction.
This was it—the potion that would cause Feili’s magic disorder.
As for this follower…
Considering how loyally he’d stuck by Di Lun’s side all these years, she’d just let him have a nice long sleep here.
Duoluolisi left the corridor, climbed the stairwell, and hid in a corner at the top floor of the battle arena, sitting on the ledge by the window.
She watched Feili, who had just finished her duel down below, pondering how to administer this potion.
Putting it in a cup like in the game was impossible.
Feili had been reborn—she wouldn’t foolishly drink the water in that cup, and she’d definitely know it had been tampered with.
Switching to a different cup wouldn’t work either.
She had no idea which cup Feili would switch to during the break, and she couldn’t just poison them all.
There was only this much potion—nowhere near enough to dose several cups.
Even if there were enough potion and she drugged every cup in the rest area, wouldn’t everyone who drank water get magic disorder and cause a major accident?
Then the academy would investigate, and wow—someone had committed mass poisoning.
Besides, it was probably too late to go now.
Feili was already heading toward the rest area.
“What do I do…”
Duoluolisi toyed with the potion bottle in her hand, unable to think of a good plan.
She stared at the crystal-clear liquid inside the bottle and gave it another shake.
The cups in the training ground could detect poison, so trying to poison one would expose her on the spot.
But this potion wouldn’t be detected, because it wasn’t poison at all—it was a mixed potion of a magic amplifier and a magic suppressor.
Magic amplifiers and magic suppressors were both common magic-assist potions, non-toxic, so the detection runes used to check for poison had no reaction to them whatsoever.
When the two were mixed together, they didn’t neutralize into a useless liquid like acid-base reactions.
Instead, they each took effect simultaneously, amplifying magic while suppressing the magic circuit.
In theory, using them at the same time would make the flow of mana inside the body uncoordinated.
But that wasn’t how it actually worked.
Plenty of people had used both potions at once, yet no one had experienced magic disorder like Feili did in the game.
Because under normal circumstances, the larger dose would overpower the other’s effect.
If the amplifier dominated, the suppressor’s effect would be covered, and vice versa.
So how did this potion manage it?
The pharmacist who made this potion clearly understood their combined effects inside and out, precisely controlling the ratio between the two.
Duoluolisi had no idea why this particular ratio worked—she’d never studied it specifically, she only knew that’s how the potion’s description read in the game.
At this ratio, the mixed potion would place the caster’s mana in a state of extreme disharmony.
The mana amplified by the amplifier would clog up in the magic circuit, while the suppressor simultaneously narrowed the circuit channels, letting the mana pass but making it difficult to flow, squeezing it at the constricted openings.
In simple terms, it meant having strength you couldn’t fully exert, and even what you did exert left you feeling awful all over.
In this state, the caster couldn’t properly use mana at all, and the power of their spells became impossible to control.
What was more insidious was that this disorder caused by the potion only lasted for a limited time.
Afterward, mana would slowly recover, and unless a large-scale spell was used during the disorder, there would be almost no lasting effects.
This meant that even if someone went for a checkup after being hit, nothing abnormal would show up.
They’d basically be diagnosed by the physician as having lost control of their mana—the caster’s own failure to control it properly.
That was precisely why, in the game plot, when the mentor noticed something wrong with Feili, she couldn’t tell whether she’d been drugged and assumed Feili had just lost control.
In the end, it was only because Dailina happened to overhear Di Lun and that follower’s conversation, leaving evidence with a recording stone.
When the evidence was handed to the mentor, an empty potion bottle was indeed found on Di Lun, and only then was it discovered he was the one who’d drugged her.
She had to admit, Duoluolisi had some admiration for the person who made this potion.
To be able to develop such a powerful magic disruption potion—it was a shame they weren’t a court pharmacist.
Duoluolisi crossed her legs, propped her chin on one hand, and with the other hand pinched the bottle’s body while her index finger gently flicked the bottle cap, letting the crystal bottle rotate slowly between her fingers.
However, this potion also had an obvious flaw.
She stopped spinning the bottle and held it up to her eyes again.
Magic suppressor was volatile.
If it was exposed to air for too long, it would evaporate completely.
That was why Di Lun had to administer the drug right before Feili’s duel ended.
If even a bit of the suppressor evaporated, the ratio inside would change, and the magic disorder effect wouldn’t be achieved.
Duoluolisi set the bottle on the windowsill, her finger tapping lightly against the bottle’s body.
So how was she supposed to administer it?
Her eyes glanced toward the training ground, where Feili had sheathed her sword and hung it on the weapon rack outside the rest area.
Bringing weapons into the rest area was forbidden, to prevent people from seeking revenge after a duel ended.
The academy had regulations that anyone seeking revenge afterward would be severely punished, but that couldn’t stop some hotheads from ignoring the rules and hurting their opponents.
So weapons weren’t allowed inside the rest area.
But this approach also had hidden dangers, because someone might take the opportunity to tamper with the weapons.
Hmm?
Tamper with weapons?
Duoluolisi thought of a good idea.
She uncrossed her legs and immediately got up to head downstairs.