Adam knew immediately that the poison wasn't from the previous batches.
He hadn't been injured.
Not once.
And even if trace exposure had occurred, it wouldn't have affected him like this.
So he analyzed it calmly.
The goblins followed a poison hierarchy.
Unranked-class carried Poison G and Poison F.
Normal-class advanced to Poison E and Poison D.
Abnormal-class possessed Poison C, Poison B, and Poison A.
Hell-class introduced the second boss-tier variant with Poison S and even that hadn't affected him.
Which meant it was the next escalation.
The Abyssal-class.
Their boss would wield Poison SS.
Adam's eyes sharpened despite the dizziness.
That's what's affecting me.
He didn't hesitate.
"Cryogen."
Cold surged inward this time and his internal temperature dropped in controlled micro-gradients.
Damaged organs restructured, torn tissue sealed, ruptured vessels reformed and the blood he had vomited evaporated into frost.
But the poison didn't disappear.
