"Draft a contract in advance, and we can discuss the details once the Dongfang Clan arrives."

Qin Tian patted Yang Fan on the shoulder, then waved his hand and stored all the Superman Potions into the Spirit Space.

Business can wait. For now, he wanted to test if the Superman Potion was as miraculous as Karsas claimed.

......

Barbarian Encampment

Over a hundred barbarians gathered there, and the silent atmosphere carried a hint of restlessness.

Everyone's gaze was focused on the crimson potion in Qin Tian's hand. The liquid rolled under the sunlight, like a flame trapped within, exuding a force that made their blood race.

"This is the situation. Whether or not to try it is up to you to decide."

Qin Tian explained the effects of the Superman Potion to them—able to break through physical limits in a short period, causing physical abilities to surge several times over. The price was enduring heart-wrenching pain during its effect, a pain that seeped into the marrow and soul, requiring iron-like Will to withstand it.

Fail to endure it, and both body and mind would collapse; even if one survived, they would turn into a mindless lunatic.

When he finished speaking, he stepped aside to calmly wait for the barbarians' decision.

His words were like a giant stone thrown into a calm lake, instantly causing an uproar among the barbarians.

The warriors, who had been eager to try, had their expressions turn solemn at once.

The intense pain didn't deter them, but the prospect of bodily and mental collapse, becoming a lunatic, was terrifying enough to make many ponder carefully.

The field fell silent as death, with only the wind rustling clothing, as each person's breath grew heavy.

At that moment, a low and husky voice broke the silence: "Let me try."

All eyes turned toward the voice. It was a medium-built barbarian named Karen. He usually spoke little, silently following behind the group, with no expression on his face, looking quite unremarkable.

Yet hearing his voice, all the barbarians were stunned, then revealed understanding looks in their eyes.

Karen was one of the few in the tribe with no attachments, having lost all his family during the Barbarian Race's internal strife. He's lived alone to this day, and though he seldom spoke, no one in the tribe doubted this solitary and strong warrior's Will.

At this moment, Karen was slowly walking forward. His steps weren't fast but exceptionally firm. His weathered face remained expressionless, yet his gaze was sharper than ever, like a sword sheathed within.

Just then, Terreda raised a hand to stop him: "No."

Her frost-white hair fluttered in the wind as Terreda walked to the front of the group, her deep brown pupils scanning everyone: "If anyone should try, it should be me first."

"No!"

"No!"

As soon as Terreda spoke, ten-odd voices immediately rang out simultaneously, their tone urgent and resolute.

A warrior with chain tattoos wrapped around his arm stepped forward, blocking Terreda: "Terreda, you're our mainstay now, such risk cannot be taken by you!"

Clap.

Karen placed his hand on Terreda's shoulder, speaking in a seriously earnest tone: "I can endure it."

Terreda stared into Karen's calm and profound eyes, then around at the determined faces, before remaining silent for a moment and saying:

"Karen, survive."

"Mm!"

Karen walked to Qin Tian and extended his rough hand, saying:

"Master, leave it to me."

Qin Tian placed the Superman Potion in Karen's palm, advising:

"If you really can't hold on, let me know, and I'll do my utmost to save your life."

"Okay!"

Karen glanced at the rolling liquid in the bottle, showing not a hint of hesitation, uncorked it, and drank the entire potion in one go.

The moment the crimson liquid slid down his throat, Karen's body stiffened violently, and he let out a stifled grunt, restrained to the extreme, as cold sweat instantly drenched his forehead.

At first, it was as if his throat swallowed a ball of fire, but the next moment, the fire spread through his body via his veins, as if countless red-hot knives were wildly stirring within, with every inch of muscle and bone uttering cries of agony.

His skin turned red and hot at a speed visible to the naked eye, even seeping tiny beads of blood. These beads vaporized into a blood mist upon emergence, enveloping him like a burning man.

"Ugh..."

Karen bit his lips so hard they bled, suppressing any further sound. His body trembled violently, and he instinctively clenched his right hand, embedding his nails deeply into his palm. Yet this pain compared to the internal torment was hardly worth mentioning.

His consciousness began to blur, with countless chaotic images flashing through his mind—the way his family fell in pools of blood, the flames devouring his homeland, and the days of being whipped as a slave, sold like livestock... Humiliation, anger, sadness—waves of emotions surged in, nearly drowning his reason.

"Am I... becoming a lunatic?"

A thought flashed by, causing a momentary flicker in Karen's gaze, as the pain within him grew fiercer, almost tearing his body apart while his mind teetered on the brink of breakdown from the relentless torment.

It was then he suddenly recalled Terreda's words—"We must go home, and make those who destroyed our homeland pay."

Yes, go home!

I want to go home!

Karen's eyes cleared instantly. Those humiliating memories no longer served to destroy him, but transformed into his unwavering ironclad faith.

He had no family left, but he still had tribesmen, still had a shared homeland to protect, still had a Sea of Blood vengeance to take!

He couldn't fall here, absolutely not!

"I must... go back..." Karen growled in his heart, exerting every ounce of strength to fight against the pain that nearly swallowed him whole.

He thought of the disdainful gaze of his master when he became a slave; of the helplessness when unable to fight back as his companions were beaten; of the limitless longing for his home when stargazing...

These beliefs were like a lighthouse in the dark, guiding him as he trudged through the abyss of pain.

He felt his body being reshaped, bones creaking as if forcibly elongated and thickened, with muscle fibers repeatedly torn and regenerated, each regeneration more resilient than the last.

Time seemed to stand still, with each second feeling as long as a century.

All the barbarians nervously watched him, while Terreda tightly clenched her fists, eyes full of worry.

After what felt like ages, the red glow from Karen's body began to fade, and the wild forces churning within him gradually calmed, as if a flood finally found its riverbed. The pain tormenting his body eased, replaced by an unprecedented feeling of fullness.

"Huff... huff..."

Karen panted heavily, sweat mixed with blood trickling from his body, pooling on the ground. He slowly lifted his head, and his once clouded eyes were now incredibly bright, gleaming with an intimidating light.

He could clearly sense that his physique underwent an earth-shattering transformation.

The muscle lines on his arm became more fluid and full of Explosive Power, causing a tingling itch over his whole body, as if new power was being nurtured.

The Qi and Blood inside him surged like a roaring river, coursing through every part of his body before soaring into the sky as a visible crimson pillar, piercing through the clouds, exuding an awe-inspiring majesty.

The surrounding barbarians were overwhelmed by this aura, retreating a few steps, faces filled with disbelief.

Karen moved his body slightly, his joints making a crisp ringing sound, every motion carrying an overpowering sense of strength.

He knew he had succeeded.

The Superman Potion had perfectly integrated into his body, and what supported him through it all was that longing for home, hatred for his enemies, and the belief of returning home with his tribesmen.

Karen turned to look at Terreda and the other tribesmen, revealing a smile on his face. Though faint, it brimmed with hope.

Terreda gazed at the towering Qi and Blood emanating from Karen and his visibly strengthened physique, finally relaxing her taut nerves, nodding heavily at Karen with a look of relief in her eyes.

The other barbarians burst into cheers, knowing that Karen's success meant they too had a chance to obtain great power.

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