I, a cultivator, have ended up in the wizarding world.

Chapter 199 The Witch of Pain
Viola sat in that magnificent armchair with a cold, metallic feel, overlooking the entire camp through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows of the tower laboratory, where it operated like a steel machine.

Her posture was extremely elegant, her long hair cascading down like a silver waterfall, and her simple yet noble white robe made her look like a flawless ice sculpture.

Her gaze was now fixed on a colleague in the center of the laboratory, dressed in the robes of a second-level wizard.

The wizard's face was contorted with intense inner turmoil, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his hands were clenched into fists with white knuckles.

His eyes kept glancing at the glass bottle on the table in front of him, which contained a blood-red potion that emitted an alluring fragrance.

Viola didn't urge him on; her expression was even somewhat indifferent, as if she were just an observer watching an insignificant pantomime.

However, upon closer inspection, one can see that deep in Viola's eyes, a hint of a smile is almost overflowing.

Like a deep, cold pool, reflecting the prey's final struggle.

This torment was precisely the moment Viola enjoyed most.

At this moment, the wizard's inner world was undoubtedly experiencing a violent storm—a struggle between reason and instinct, a desire to become stronger and a fear of extreme pain, were being ripped apart deep within his soul.

This silent torture touches the essence more deeply than any physical interrogation.

After a long internal struggle, the wizard's body even trembled slightly.

Finally, as if he had made up his mind, he gritted his teeth and bought the potion from Viola.

He didn't say another word, nor did he dare to look at Viola again. He carefully put away the potion bottle and hurriedly left Viola's office without looking back, as flustered as a criminal fleeing judgment.

Viola looked at the other person's nearly disheveled, flustered figure, which carried a hint of relief yet also deep pain, and let out a long and soft sigh of satisfaction.

The sound carried an extreme sense of satisfaction, as if the most delicious fruit in the world had been devoured.

...My own personality has serious problems.

This is something Viola realized when she was very young.

From the time she had her earliest, hazy memories, the first clear images that surfaced in her mind were not the warm sunshine or her mother's smiling face that people sing praises of.

Instead, it was the ugly sight of the insects and frogs writhing and struggling in agony beneath her fingertips, ultimately meeting their demise.

The energy emanating from a life on the verge of collapse gave her an indescribable sense of excitement and peace.

Later, when he entered the wizarding academy and began to be exposed to more profound knowledge, this distorted interest did not subside, but instead expanded more and more as his knowledge increased.

She was no longer satisfied with randomly capturing wild animals, and instead turned her attention to the experimental subjects used for experiments in the academy.

She watched with fascination the living test subjects, modified by runes and corrupted by potions, as they struggled and screamed in different kinds of pain until they finally perished.

By the time Viola realized what was happening...

She discovered that she, an ordinary apprentice who should have focused on the alchemy school when she entered school, had unknowingly become a "genius" in both the biological and pain schools, thanks to her unique understanding of "pain" and her deep analysis of "life".

Mentors from both schools of thought extended offers to her, promising her the best resources and the most profound knowledge.

Under normal circumstances, psychological problems like Viola's, which have an extraordinary interest in pain, can easily lead them down a path of extremism and distortion.

Ultimately, they fall into evil ways or descend into the abyss.

But Viola is different.

Perhaps due to psychological issues, although she genuinely enjoyed seeing other beings suffer, she was also more rational and clear-headed than other wizards.

She knew perfectly well how to reconcile her twisted interests with harsh reality, dancing on the edge of law and morality.

After realizing that he was tired of the shallow pain of non-human beings, such as monsters and experimental subjects, he even began to secretly pursue a higher level of pain—the pain of a wizard!

As soon as this thought arose, Viola was not swayed by it; instead, she immediately became vigilant.

She knew that directly attacking her colleagues, even if it brought her great pleasure, would come at a heavy price, and might even lead to her premature demise, which was not in line with her rationality.

Therefore, after careful consideration and meticulous planning, Viola resolutely rejected all offers from the biological and painful schools of thought, and instead devoted herself to the seemingly tedious field of potion-making.

With immense perseverance, she started learning from scratch again, satisfying her interests in a different way.

Her extensive knowledge in biology and the study of pain enabled her to accurately grasp the mechanisms by which living organisms respond to pain and the interaction between drugs and the soul.

Using the knowledge she had accumulated out of interest, she quickly made remarkable achievements in potion-making—the “Pain Potions Series” that she was proud of and that made her famous in the workshop!
This series of potions is all-encompassing, ranging from enhancing mental strength to improving physical constitution, from accelerating injury recovery to temporarily stimulating life potential, covering almost all functional potions needed by wizards.

Their biggest commonality is that, in order to obtain a better potion effect than other potions of the same level, the user must endure extreme, even extreme, pain during the process of taking them!

Viola's mastery of potion formulas reached an incredibly precise level. These painful potions were often slightly more potent than comparable potions on the market—and it was precisely this slight difference that made countless wizards who sought the ultimate power flock to them, willing to take the risks.

However, the price to pay is the unparalleled and immense pain experienced during the process of taking it.

However, apart from the pain, the Pain Potion series has no other permanent side effects.

They will not damage the foundation, leave no hidden wounds, or create any obstacles to future promotions.

For wizards who are known for their rationality and regard their own bodies as precious vessels, this kind of potion, which has no permanent side effects and is more effective, should theoretically be the best purchase target!

But wizards are, after all, living beings, and they also have the most primal and instinctive strong resistance to pain.

They can rationally calculate the gains and losses, but when the pain actually arrives, the physiological rejection cannot be completely overcome by simple willpower.

The most ingenious and delightful aspect, and what makes Viola even more proud, is that the Pain Potion series has a crucial "unavoidable" setting!

If wizards use other magic or secret arts to perfectly mask the pain when the potion is taken, then these pain potions will be ineffective and will not produce any effect at all!

They will simply turn into a puddle of ordinary liquid, losing all their medicinal properties.

This is Viola's true purpose.

It wasn't just the sight of wizards writhing and struggling in agony while taking potions that gave her extreme pleasure.

Even the struggles, weighing of options, and ultimately painful choices that these wizards face when buying potions due to the intense conflict between "reason" and "instinct" bring her unparalleled pleasure!

For Viola, the sight of wizards suffering mentally was far more pleasurable than the sight of them suffering physically.

“Perfect…” She exhaled softly, her breathing calmed down considerably, and the smile in her eyes gradually faded.

All emotions returned to their essence; she was no longer the potion master with twisted interests, but had returned to being the elegant and calm Nolan Workshop wizard in public.

"Drip! Drip! Drip!"

A rapid, rhythmic notification sound came from the magic network terminal worn on Viola's wrist, interrupting her thoughts.

Viola, who was still immersed in the afterglow of the wizard's painful struggle, instantly lost her ecstatic expression.

Her eyes regained their clarity, and a perfectly curved smile appeared on her lips. In an instant, she returned to her elegant and reserved demeanor, as if she had just stepped out of a serious academic study session.

Upon connecting the communication, a young but slightly balding face immediately appeared on the screen—it was her mentor, Clark.

"Viola, how have you been?" Clark's tone always carried a hint of gentle weariness.

“Mentor, I’m fine, you don’t need to worry.” Viola’s voice was soft and gentle, without any flaws.

The curve of her lips deepened almost imperceptibly: "Moreover, I've taken good care of my junior, Jemin, allowing him to grow steadily in the arduous interdimensional wars. You can rest assured."

Master Clark's lips twitched involuntarily, and a hint of helplessness appeared in his eyes.

"It's precisely because it's you taking care of him that I'm worried!" Clark's tone carried a hint of helplessness, clearly aware of Viola's "quirks."

But there was nothing they could do about this disciple.

He then sighed softly, as if resigned to his fate: "Fine, as long as we don't go too far and let him grow up normally, that's fine. After all, that kid does have good potential."

“Mentor, what are you saying?” Viola smiled innocently. “Of course I will keep a close eye on my junior. He has enormous potential, even more so than I did back then.”

Viola's statement was not entirely a lie.

She was indeed quite pleased with the remarkable adaptability, extraordinary resilience, almost cold-blooded decisiveness, and the indescribable "pain" hidden beneath all appearances that Jemin displayed.

"However, my junior seems to be troubled by something lately, he's been incredibly busy. It's a real shame, I was planning to give him even more research assignments to see where his limits are. But the pain of this kind of worry isn't so bad..."

Although she didn't understand the reason for Jemin's pain, the fluctuations emanating from that pain gave her a particularly stimulating and pleasurable feeling.

This inner turmoil is undoubtedly the "high-quality" pain she seeks.

Master Clark paused for a moment to mourn for Jemin, who was far away.

He knew that Viola's "satisfaction" probably meant that Jemin had undergone "trials" far exceeding those of ordinary people.

"I hope this child won't suffer any psychological trauma..."

(End of this chapter)