“Dustin, I understand your concerns,” Hank said with a smile.
“But I can promise you, as long as you stay loyal and don’t betray the Hall of Gods, you won’t be in danger. We highly value talent like yours. Honestly, the poison is just a safeguard to keep our secrets safe. I’m sure you understand.”
Without taking the poison, there was no way to exert control, which meant trust would always be in question. This wasn’t much of an issue with disposable operatives, but loyalty had to be guaranteed when the Hall of Gods counted on someone for critical positions.
“Mr. Styles, I understand what you’re saying, and the Hall of Gods sounds intriguing. But we’ve just met, and it’s hard for me to put my complete trust in you right now.” Dustin shook his head again.
He thought, “Do they really think they can make demands without offering anything in return? Do they take me for a fool?”
“Trust can be built. Just take a look at this…” Hank reached into his coat and pulled out a small, ornate box. He slid it across the table toward Dustin.
“What’s this?” Dustin opened the box and saw two vials. One was red, and the other was blue. At first glance, they didn’t seem extraordinary. However, upon closer inspection, he could feel a powerful and unique energy within them.
“To be honest, these are enhanced serums specially crafted by the Hall of Gods. They’re incredibly rare. Only those at the god level or higher have the privilege of using them,” Hank explained.
He gestured to the vials and continued, “The red serum primarily boosts physical attributes like speed, strength, defense, and reflexes. The blue serum significantly enhances internal energy. In Dragonmarsh terms, it’s like spiritual essence, which is something you can absorb directly.”
“Oh? Is it really that impressive?”
Dustin raised an eyebrow, surprised.
He had heard that the Streuquan countries had made significant strides in genetic serum research. Unlike the martial artists in Dragonmarsh, who trained tirelessly, the Strequan could quickly churn out a group of elites by modifying their genes and using serums.
However, these elites often hit a limit in their abilities, faced shorter lifespans, and had to take the serum regularly. Without taking it, their enhancements would start to wear off.
Still, despite these downsides, countless people were drawn to this path. It was a tempting shortcut to strength that didn’t require much effort or natural talent.
“Dustin, you saw it during the tournament match, right? George and Jeremiah used those serums to boost their physical attributes,” Hank said.
He continued, “While they can’t compare to a genius like you, I’m sure you noticed how much stronger they got. The downside is that their natural abilities are limited, so they can only tap into about half of what the serum offers. But you should be able to absorb over 80 percent.
“It’s no exaggeration to say that if you take these two vials of serums, you can be the champion of this Combat Tournament. What do you say? Are you happy with this gift?” He smiled confidently.
To become a formidable martial artist, one had to embrace a mindset centered on growth and self-improvement. Strength was the ultimate goal for those who sought power, and no martial artist could resist the allure of becoming even stronger.
“These serums seem great, but… are there any side effects?” Dustin studied the two vials with a hesitant look.
Hank noticed the temptation in Dustin’s eyes and seized the opportunity. “Don’t worry. These two vials contain our most advanced formulas. They’re expensive to make, and I promise you, they come with no side effects.”
“I’ve heard that this kind of serum requires long-term use, or the effects wear off. Is that true?” Dustin probed further.
“The rumors are true. However, compared to the earlier formulas, these serums are nearly perfect. With just one dose a year, you can maintain its effects long-term.” Hank spoke candidly without sugarcoating his words.
He continued, “And you don’t need to worry about a thing. Once you join the Hall of Gods, the supply of this serum will be endless.”
“I see.” Dustin nodded thoughtfully, yet his mind was filled with curses.
These serums promised to enhance strength, but anyone who took them would fall under the Hall of Gods’ control. If anyone dared to defy their orders, their supply would be cut off instantly.
Plus, those who used the serums would likely become addicted. The Hall of Gods cleverly used these addictive substances to keep powerful martial artists under their thumb. It was a clever scheme, indeed.
“Dustin, what’s your decision? Do you want to join the Hall of Gods and achieve something extraordinary together?” Hank offered again.
The appeal of being the Combat Tournament champion, the opportunity to become stronger, and the promise of fame and power were temptations that few could turn down.
“Since you have made such a generous offer. It would be rude of me not to accept.” Dustin smiled as he accepted the serum, showing his agreement.
“Great! I knew you were a smart man.” Hank’s eyes sparkled with enthusiasm.
“This enhanced serum is just a taste of what’s to come. Once you join the Hall of Gods, you’ll have access to countless resources and rewards in the future. I guarantee you won’t be disappointed!”
“I look forward to your guidance, Mr. Styles.” Dustin stood and gave a respectful salute.
“Of course! Stay by my side, and you’ll get everything you want.”
Then, he slid the vial of poison across the table to Dustin. “But first, you need to show your loyalty.”
Dustin understood the implication. To become a member of the Hall of Gods and earn their trust, he had to drink it.
