The Valkyrie Returns and Slays (Raven) novel Chapter 131

Chapter 131

Chapter 131

“Raven, w–what are you doing…”

At that moment, Leopard felt an overwhelming sense of dread crawling up his spine.

His instincts screamed danger, and even his ability to form sentences began to fail him.

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Before he could say another word, he watched in horror as Raven calmly pulled out a third military secret box. Inside were pills–larger than the gray ones from earlier, and a creamy white in color.

Without a word, Raven took out nine of them and held them out to him.

Leopard stared at the pills like they were a firing squad. He knew exactly what they were.

He admitted it–yes, the pain from these white pills was technically less than the gray ones, and definitely less than the pitch–black ones.

But the word less was doing some serious heavy lifting. The difference was barely noticeable. Swallowing nine of these in one go?

He wouldn’t die, maybe, but he’d be missing half his soul by the time it was over.

Raven watched his hand inch forward like it was moving through molasses, lips pressed into a faint, indifferent line. Her voice was calm, crisp, and merciless.

“You have three seconds to take them. Or the dosage doubles.”

The instant those words fell, Leopard moved faster than anyone had ever seen. In the blink of an eye, he snatched up the pills and swallowed them down.

He knew her “three seconds” weren’t up for negotiation. He’d learned that the hard way once–and he wasn’t about to make that mistake again.

Even though he’d braced for it, the moment the pills slid down his throat, a sharp, gut–twisting cry tore from his lips.

His whole body began to tremble violently from the pain.

But even as his muscles spasmed and sweat poured down his face, he didn’t collapse. Ten days of brutal training had forged a will that refused to buckle.

Raven watched him silently for a moment, her expression unreadable. Then, slowly, something flickered in her eyes–faint, but unmistakable: approval.

To be honest, those pills weren’t even originally meant for this world.

In her last life, she’d concocted them using waste byproducts from her pharmaceutical experiments. The black pills were strictly punitive–no benefits, no harm, just sheer agony. The gray ones were slightly more intense pain–wise, but offered only minimal benefit unless consumed in massive quantities.

The white ones, though? If someone could stomach a hundred of them–without their mind shattering–they would become an Elite Warrior.

But with the current mental strength of Leopard and the other nine instructors, she’d be surprised if any of them could survive even fifty.

Still, there were ten days left. No rush.

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