I'm The supreme Fairy King

Jim's words made everything clear to everyone around.

"Alright," Igory said, "we have less than half a day before the rest of the teams arrive. If we are going to do it then we should do it now."

"Can't we wait until the assessment is over?" Jim asked, "I don't want to miss this."

Igory's face showed some hesitation while glancing at Mark and Rana in a strange way. "What?" Jim felt something was wrong.

"The stele won't recognize you if you don't have magical power," Rana slowly said.

"In other words we need to act now," Igory turned to Hector, "I believe you still have remains of that poison, right?"

Hector nodded and turned to glance at Roger. Roger came with a dark face before taking out the weird sac.

Jim recognized the sac the moment it appeared. It was half filled with that strange green liquid.

"Amazing," Igory took the sac from Roger and started to examine it, "it's quite a feat for disciples of the academy to kill something ancient like this."

His words were met by utter silence. No one felt pride or glory in what he said. After all that came at the expense of Jim's future, despite him being the most contributed one to the team.

"Please take these," Hector gave a couple of rings to Igory, "they contain Jim's share of what we gained."

"I'll give him these after the process is over," Igory promised before leaning on Jim. "Are you ready?"

Just before Jim could say anything, he felt his body vanish from the place. The next moment he found himself sitting over a big seat, something that was meant for giant bodies and not his.

"Don't worry," Igory said, "this is my private place. No one can enter here, even the dean."

Jim nodded as he kept glancing around. It was a messy place without a doubt. Many things were on the floor and there were many shelves on the walls with Jars containing weird things.

"What do you think of my collection? Impressive, right?" Igory said with a big smile over his face, "now can you tell me what you were hiding inside you all this time?"

Jim felt distress from that question. "I... have nothing," he lied, or partially said the truth.

"Hmm... I believe you had something... Something very special inside you," yet Igory's look told him he already doubted his words.

"Like... what?" Jim asked.

"I dunno, you tell me," Igory shrugged but under Jim's innocent expression he finally dropped the matter. "Kids and their love to keep their secrets," he shook his head.

Then he waved his hand and a small cauldron appeared. "The most common thing to do with any position is to make an antidote of it. However this time I'm going to make a poison potion for you."

He started messing around, looking for things all over the place. He grabbed bottles, jars, even rings that were thrown without care on the ground and even at furniture.

"These will do," after long minutes of searching he returned to the cauldron. He started to empty everything he gathered inside the cauldron, and finally he added quite the amount of water inside.

"This will do," he took out the sac from his storage ring, "this poison is so precious. Do you know that one drop can be turned into a weapon to wipe out a small army?"

Igory's tone told Jim how much he enjoyed it. Jim watched while Igory lit the fire under the cauldron and started to perform many spells without pause.

And Jim couldn't tell a single spell or even guess what they were used for.

"I believe this is a rare chance to upgrade your poison resistance," Igory suddenly paused as he deeply muttered.

Then he went on a spree of search again all around the messy room.

This time he returned with things that looked creepy for Jim. Jars filled with strange creatures and gross looking liquids.

He even saw a jar with one strange group of elliptical eyes that kept closing and opening fast and in a weird way.

"What... are these?" he couldn't help but ask.

"More toxins," Igory casually said, "this way your resistance to toxins will be legendary."

"Won't... that kills me?" Jim was feeling more doubts towards his earlier decision now. Igory seemed crazy, or he was really a mad dragon like others called him.

"Don't worry," Igory shrugged, "your toxin is much stronger than all of these. As you survived this you'll definitely survive the rest."

"..."

Jim watched in silence Igory pouring some of the content of the jars he gathered before he resumed what he was doing before.

"Puff!"

All of sudden the cauldron released a cloud of dark green gas that was filled with sparkles of blue light. "That's impressive," Igory said and his joy and excitement made Jim more worried.

"Puff!"

"Puff!"

"Puff!"

Yet he kept using his spells non-stop while the cauldron kept releasing these weird clouds of gas from time to time.

After almost one hour of this, and when Jim was now completely sure he was going to die, Igory suddenly stopped.

He leaned at the cauldron and examined the liquid there. "Perfect... So perfect..." he even laughed which made Jim's heart beat in a strange way.

"Don't give me that look," Igory was in perfect mood at the moment while side gazing at Jim.

"What look?"

"The one that tells me you think you're dead," Igory found this as a joke and kept laughing.

As for Jim he didn't find anything funny about it. He really believed he was going to die now.

"This potion is a gem," Igory's eyes flashed with dangerous light while he kept moving around the cauldron like celebrating his success. "I'll give you part and store the other. What do you think?"

"Why not store it all and make me a weaker form of it?"

"I'm tempted to do that actually," Igory laughed, "but I can't. This way you won't be healed."

"Damn!"

Igory laughed at his comment while taking out a large bottle made of glass. It seemed to Jim like a long jar with a narrow neck and big belly.

"You'll store a lot of it," Jim commented while watching the dark green oil-like fluid filling the jar in Igory's hand.

"No, this one's for you," Igory corrected.

"All of this?" Jim was shocked, "c'mon, did I ever do anything mean to you?"

And Igory only laughed and said nothing back. He kept filling the jar in his hand before coming to Jim. "Drink it," he ordered.

"This..." Jim was now regretting his earlier decision. "Will it help?"

"It might be," Igory said before turning to the Seson pet that kept moving around Jim all the time. "But I advise you to use your strongest asset."

Jim turned to glance at Don and Don got the message. "Roar!" he roared towards Jim and the latter didn't feel anything.

"Take it in one breath," Igory handed the jar to Jim, "we have no time."

"What if I dropped it?" Jim asked.

"Don't worry, I got almost half of that cauldron filled with this potion," Igory said with an evil smile on his face, "so be a good lad and drink it all."

Jim glanced at the jar in his hand and then at Igory. "No encouraging words?" he asked, trying to find any hope to survive here.

"If you die, I'll kill the ones who did this to you," Igory's words didn't help at all.

"I'm... relieved to hear that," Jim couldn't help but sneer when he heard that. He watched the jar again before taking a deep breath. 'For you old man,' he muttered, 'for all my dreams of a big future.'

Then he gulped the content in one long breath without pausing.

The potion seemed not that bad when he tasted it at first. He expected something that taste like sh*t. So this strangely mint-flavored potion looked much better without doubt.

But the worst didn't happen except after he finished the potion.

Once the potion entered his body, Jim started to feel slightly numb. The minute he finished it, his body jolted and trembled like getting electrified.

Then the pain came.

Burning feeling that started out from his toes and kept ascending slowly towards his head.

From the beginning Jim wasn't healed. His body suffered a lot of injuries and that made him quite vulnerable to anything.

And that potion seemed to be like lava eating away his body.

"What's happening to me?!" he screamed in deep pain while trying to get any help from Igory.

"It's the potion," Igory's answer didn't give him any satisfaction at all, "it's affecting your body and attacking your soul."

Jim wanted to shout at him asking if that was a good thing or bad. Yet the next wave of pain came and he couldn't help but curse out loud.

But he only opened his mouth, arched his body while his neck veins bulge out and his face got swollen red... and no voice came at all from him.

Then he collapsed finally on the seat, returning to be unconscious once more.