This is a world where people drink poison to quench their thirst.
Want power? Drink the potion.
Want to be stronger? Drink more.
The price is gradually becoming less than human.
Adrian started as an apprentice in a pharmacy, swallowed his first mouthful of gravel potion, and embarked on an extraordinary road from which there was no turning back.
He read the memories of the dead from the sand, looked for opportunities for advancement in the fog, and struggled to survive between the cult and the Night Watch.
However, every time he drank poison, he got closer to the roaring "truth"——
What exactly is a magic potion?
Why does this world feed on poison?
"I don't want to be a monster."
"But if you don't become strong, you won't even be qualified to be a human being."
