HP: god of potions

Chapter 133

After the change finished, Rachel was once again left nearly drooling as Gray transformed. Currently, he was floating above, standing at 6 feet and 4 inches tall, his white hair now cut short. His body was what changed the most; his lean frame was no more. Instead, every single part of his body was perfect, with extremely well-defined muscles that were not grotesque but rather godly in proportion. It was the body of a literal god or demigod.

"Ah, this feels nice," he said as he landed in front of Rachel, who was too stunned to speak. That's right, she was too stunned to speak. Gray then smiled as he approached her; now, he was towering over her. Not only was he taller than her, but he was bigger, making her look quite petite in front of him. Smirking mischievously, he said, "Wipe the drool off your face," which snapped her out of her trance. She instinctively wiped her face, but it was dry—she hadn't drooled at all. Realizing she had been tricked, she hmphed and turned away. "Are you still giving me the silent treatment?" he asked as he hugged her from behind.

"What are you doing?" she asked, staying still. She was still sulking as he smiled. "Just hugging. I have no other thoughts, I swear. So talk to me, will you? I miss your voice already," he said, making Rachel sigh. "You have grown considerably more powerful," she admitted as she stepped out of his hug. That was when she noticed just how physically strong he had become. "What did the Shimmer do?" she asked as Gray smiled. "I purified it and then concentrated it until it reached demigod grade. Now I have an absurd superhuman physiology and regeneration," he explained as they exited Pangea.

Although he was smiling while describing the potion's effects, he didn't seem all that ecstatic, which Rachel noticed. "And I'm guessing by how you're not jumping up and down or doing your little victory dance, there's a side effect to this potion," she said as Gray stretched his newly enhanced muscles. "There's a chance that we might get attacked by a cosmic force," he said, making Rachel ponder. "Okay, so we just watch out for some cosmic horrors, and we should be fine," she said, making Gray smile as they exited pangea, arriving in a familiar alleyway where they walked just to bumped into another figure draped in a hood, which fell, revealing a man with brown hair and brown eyes, his entire body made of techno-organic material. The moment Gray and the man—Viktor, who had fused with the Hexcore—locked eyes, there was a connection. Not a romantic one, but one of kinship. However, that kinship quickly dissolved as Viktor, for the first time, felt something far greater than himself.

Viktor fell to his knees. "Glorious evolution," he muttered as Gray, without even displaying his domain, still embodied it. Gray frowned as he stared at him. Even without meaning to, he was looking down on Viktor with a blank expression. "Hmm, so you've fused with the fragment of evolution and now possess quite nifty abilities—mind control, healing, and time, among others." From Viktor's perspective, he was in a void where nothing else existed. He was kneeling on the massive palm of a creature with an ever-changing form. The voice that spoke was ancient and immense. It felt like home, yet the home itself was too grand for him to belong in. "I… I…" Viktor didn't know what to say. No, it was as if he couldn't think. He was in the presence of a progenitor, someone far more powerful than he could ever hope to be—the source of his power.

"Stop scaring him, and let's go," Rachel's voice suddenly shattered the oppressive feeling Viktor was experiencing. Gray chuckled. "Hey, that wasn't my intention. I just wanted to see what changed," he said as he put away the blood he had collected from Viktor before walking away, leaving Viktor in a state he didn't know how to recover from.

-scene change-

High up in one of the largest buildings of Piltover, Gray and Rachel were having hot tea as they stared into the night sky, watching the beautiful and clean sky of Piltover. "So, are you still not telling me about that time-related potion?" Rachel suddenly broke the silence as Gray chuckled. "Where's the fun in that?" he said as he smiled. He was currently wearing white cotton pants, black sandals without any socks, and a simple cotton shirt with most of its buttons undone, his short hair flailing wildly. Gray was putting on quite the display, which Rachel noticed as she had a small smile on her face, but that smile vanished from her face as well as Gray's as they sighed at the same time when someone climbed onto the rooftop they were on.

That person was Ambessa, but Gray frowned as Ambessa spoke. "You are very hard people to track," making Gray speak in an annoyed voice. "There are a lot of things that I hate, and one of those is someone who insults my intelligence." Gray released a slight pressure from his domain that forced Ambessa to fall to her knees. Suddenly, Ambessa's form changed into that of a different woman. She had pale skin, black hair, and golden eyes with black sclerae. Notably, she bore golden markings beneath her eyes and had black fingertips. She knelt on the ground, frowning as she looked at Gray and Rachel before speaking. "Who are you?" she asked.

Rachel finally spoke. "LeBlanc of the Black Rose. She is the leader of the Black Rose. She specializes in illusion, shadow, shapeshifting, and mind magic. She is a Noxian." The moment Rachel spoke, LeBlanc, who got out of her initial surprise, immediately fled—or at least tried to—as Gray sighed. "Let's see what she is capable of," he said excitedly. Rachel spoke. "You just wanted to try out your new powers, didn't you?" she asked. Gray smiled. "Maybe," he said as he disappeared.

No, he didn't teleport; instead, he used pure body speed to quickly catch up with LeBlanc, which he did as he lightly kicked her in the back. Fortunately for her, she quickly covered herself in as much shadow as she could, but even that wasn't enough as it was shattered, sending her crashing through the buildings in Piltover.

LeBlanc moved like a wraith through the night, her body flickering in and out of sight as she wove intricate illusions and manipulated shadows to confound her opponent. Dark tendrils surged from the rooftops, lashing out at Grey like living serpents, their tips honed to razor-sharp points. He stood motionless, letting them crash against his bare chest. The moment they struck, a deafening crack echoed through the air—like shattering glass—as the conjured darkness fractured on impact, utterly incapable of piercing his skin.

Her golden eyes narrowed, and in an instant, a dozen duplicates of herself appeared, each one moving independently, each one casting their own set of spells. A barrage of midnight-black spears erupted from every direction, blotting out the sky as they converged on him. Grey exhaled. A single step forward, and his movement alone generated a force that obliterated the incoming assault. The air rippled violently, and the spears disintegrated before they could even reach him. LeBlanc barely had time to react before Grey vanished.

No—he didn't teleport. He simply moved too fast for human senses to register. She barely caught sight of a blur before his fist slammed into her midsection. There was no fanfare, no excess force, just a casual punch thrown with no effort at all. Yet the impact was cataclysmic. Boom! A shockwave detonated outward as LeBlanc's body was hurled backward at impossible speeds. She smashed through a stone tower, then another, before cratering into a steel-reinforced wall, embedding deep into its structure. Blood dribbled from her lips as she coughed, struggling to draw breath.