I Am A Notorious Hidden Boss In The Alternate World

While the subordinates of Emperor Polemos went full-panic mode, the person's facial complexion underwent myriad changes as Polemos drifted in and out of consciousness.

In fact, the so-called soul departing from his gaping mouth was the foul air exuded by the stinky black pill.

Although Polemos did his best to endure, the noxious scent was so lethal it could knock him out.

Each time he regained consciousness, he would be knocked out again by sniffing the same noxious fumes escaping his mouth accidentally.

"Oh-ho, I've never seen someone's soul leaving their body so many times in such a short period," Albion commented while rubbing his chin with amusement.

Old Giza and the other subordinates immediately turned their attention to Albion before one of them accused him, "Why are you doing this, Young Master Albion? Why would you poison your most loyal subordinate?"

"Poison? You're mistaken. I am curing him," Albion stated nonchalantly, not taking their accusation to heart before adding, "Look, does Polemos look like he is dying to you?"

Old Giza and the other subordinates quickly glanced over Polemos's body, whose complexion stopped alternating between purple and green before returning to normal.

"This…"

Polemos's wrinkles slowly disappeared, making him look like a 50-year old man in the prime of his life and less like an old man in his 80's while grimes and impurities were expelled from his pores.

Shortly after, Polemos's eyes snapped open, and all the air in the surroundings was seemingly sucked dry in an instance, gathering inside his body!

Boom!

An explosion seemed to have gone off inside Polemos's body as the medicinal efficacy of the black pill healed all his hidden injuries and sequelae, advancing his stagnant cultivation from the Early-stage Spirit Refinement to the Mid-stage Spirit Refinement!

At the same time, Albion observed Polemos's breakthrough before he softly muttered, "Unlike the previous cultivation realms, the Spirit Transformation Realm is further divided into three sub-realms of Refinement, Consolidation, and Manifestation."

"Polemos just returned to the Mid-stage Spirit Refinement Realm, huh? The other three Horsemen should also be at this cultivation level if there are no surprises…"

The Dark Emperor had plundered all the spirit herbs and spiritual energy in the world.

Unless the other Horsemen could reproduce Polemos's achievements and accelerate plants' growth and produce abundant spiritual energy and high-quality spirit herbs of their own, their cultivation would have also stagnated at the Mid-stage Spirit Refinement Realm.

Shortly after, Polemos completed his breakthrough before dropped to one knee in front of Albion to express his gratitude, "Thank you for allowing this subordinate to resume his pursuit of immortality, my Lor—Bleurghh!"

Swoosh—!

Albion immediately retreated a few steps backward in shock, avoiding Polemos's spew.

"I am so sorry, my Lord. I did not mean to—Bleurgh! I am really not doing this on—Bleurgh! On purpose—"Bleurghh!" Polemos tried to apologize as he retched.

 Pungent lactic acid and patches of black goo, among other things, were all coughed out before Polemos finally felt better and lively again.

"Hairball?" Albion casually asked.

"…"

Polemos was speechless.

He was not a cat that glooms itself. Why would he have any hairball to cough out?

"It was not hairball, my Lord…"

After a moment, Polemos's gaze fell onto the black goo within the patch of vomit before the corners of his eyes twitched.

"I believe it's this black goo, which seems to be medicinal dregs and impurities from the Life Rejuvenation Pill you gifted me, my Lord…" Polemos spoke with hesitation and doubt.

The Dark Emperor was the best—if not the only alchemist in the world.

Pills refined by the Dark Emperor would always turn out to be top-quality pills—and top-quality pills do not have any medicinal dregs and impurities in them.

These so-called medicinal dregs and impurities of pills in alchemy are equivalent to the charcoal of burnt meat in cooking when it is overcooked.

"Did you really take 2 days to refine such a low-quality pill?" Polemos inquired cautiously.

'No, low-quality would be an understatement. It was simply trash. That being said, the pill still did the trick in the end, so it was not complete trash.'

Of course, Polemos did not voice these thoughts—not unless he fell in love with death and wanted to court it.

"Are you doubting my sincerity?" Albion asked calmly without shame.

In truth, he had spent no more than 10 minutes refining the Life Rejuvenation Pill, and he had made many mistakes in the process, resulting in its low quality.

Even so, he managed to gain the Basic-level Alchemy skill with his own efforts and not through a system exchange with Goldfinger.

"This subordinate would not dare, my Lord," Polemos lowered his head in apology before looking back up at Albion with a curious gaze that demanded an answer.

"Ahem—!" Albion coughed before casually stating, "It has been more than 2 years since I last refined something, so it is not surprising for me to be a little out of touch."

'A little out of touch? From top-quality to trash-quality is considered a little out of touch?!' Polemos's lip twitched with speechlessness.

Nevertheless, he did not dare to correct the Lord.

"Anyway! What is important here is that the pill cured all your hidden ailments and allowed you to breakthrough to Mid-stage Spirit Refinement Realm, no? Or am I wrong?"

"No, you are completely correct, my Lord. It was this subordinate's fault for nitpicking at details," Polemos apologized.

Shortly after, the doctor eventually arrived. But without any further need for a doctor, the person was sent away, and the surrounding crowd was dispersed.

Moving on, Albion linked his hands behind his back before he casually asked, "How is Wudi's training?"

"Junior Wudi has been leveling pretty well and reached Level 27 Hunter just some time ago before slowing down. After all, leveling becomes progressively harder as Hunters attain higher levels…"

Polemos answered before asking, "I'm not sure if my Lord finds Junior Wudi's current level satisfactory or not?"

"Hm, not bad," Albion uttered nonchalantly while silently thinking, 'And yet it took me one punch to reach Level 43 Hunter?'

How many interdimensional creatures did he kill exactly?

Albion was suddenly reminded of a particular cheat character, who power-leveled by summoning a meteor shower and committing dragon genocide.

'I guess I am kind of like that…' Albion silently mulled.

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