The First Cultivator - Changing Existence

In other words, it was impossible for Skymender to even begin to think about creating diseases. Well, diseases designed to his liking, that is. There was already research on how certain actions could affect the molecular plane in a way that affected diseases. Otherwise, how could a cure have ever been created? 

Of course, such information could not be found here. If it could, it would have been found in the poison section.

Skymender had been experiencing many setbacks in the Imperial Scholar Camp, and this setback was one that could be solved by time and research. He just would not be able to solve it now. 

Skymender moved on from the section about diseases. He continued to look at books that spoke about curing poisons. He gathered a lot of new information. Most importantly, through the books, he realized that there were various methods to cure various poisons. Some methods could only be used on one poison or a certain type of poison, while others could be used with many types of poisons.

More common methods of curing included creating a tonic, or an injection. The most ridiculous one he had seen was a method which was not even 100% fact checked. It said that to cure a certain poison, one needed to poison a cow with the same type of poison, wait until it reached the final stage of that poison, and cut it open, sitting inside of its body until it died and its corpse turned cold. Although it sounded ridiculous, Skymender had to admit that there was indeed some logic behind it.

The cow used was actually a certain type of cow that, for some reason, managed to resist the poison. However, when trying a normal method which scientists usually used for resistant creatures, the poison curing properties somehow lost their potency outside of the cow's body. Therefore, the unorthodox method was tried. Whether or not it was the reason the poisoned individual was cured or not was not 100% known, but there was a fair likelihood it was the case, hence the inclusion within the medical book.

Skymender found that such unusual things, similar to the ideas in fantasy books, managed to broaden his thoughts and open his mind to new, unthought of possibilities.

Skymender traveled around the entire medical section, reading numerous books. The sun fell, but he stayed inside. With class now over, he had no need to care about time. Of course, his meeting tomorrow was an exception. It was invaluable.

Skymender studied intensely, only occasionally looking at the clock on the wall. He was the only one left here as 5 AM rolled around. This was where his advantage began. Others would value sleep and rest, but he could continue on until he passed out. When he woke up, he could instantly continue again. He was merely ten years old, but his experiences eclipsed countless adults.

When the clock above hit 11 AM, Skymender left the library. At the same time, those who left early yesterday were once again entering. They looked at Skymender with surprise. It was impossible to hide his lack of sleep. He had been awake for more than 24 hours, closer to 28. Skymender walked to the Education building. He sat outside the door of an office. He still had a little bit less than an hour before his arranged time, but he had come early for a reason. He leaned against a nearby wall and closed his eyes. In seconds, he was asleep.

He awoke to the sound of an opening door. A student walked out, celery very thankful. The Imperial Scholar came out from behind him.

"I hope you had a good nap. It is your turn."

Skymender, much more refreshed than before, stood up and walked into the office. The Imperial Scholar sat behind a desk.

Skymender took a seat across from him.

"What do you want to discuss?" The Imperial Scholar asked.

"Can you speak about information not in the library?" Skymender asked.

"That would depend on what sort of information and who I was talking to. For example, if you would like to know how to destroy our Empire, I could not tell you. Unless you were the Emperor, that is. Another example, if you want to know how to create a poison that will wipe out an entire Empire. I could not tell you because I am not confident that I know how to create such a poison."

Skymender already knew that the Imperial Scholar knew about his research on poison. In fact, he was most likely keeping tabs on all of the students in the Imperial Scholar Camp.

"I want to know about poison recipes." Skymender said.

The Imperial Scholar leaned back in his chair. "Perhaps for others, I would withhold that information, but for one of the top three in the Imperial Scholar Camp, I suppose I can tell you a few of the nonlethal ones."

The Imperial Scholar took out a piece of paper and a writing utensil from a drawer in his desk. 

"Understand that none of this information is to be shared under any circumstances. Even you would not be an exception to severe punishment." The Imperial Scholar warned. 

Skymender nodded.

The Imperial Scholar began to write down on the piece of paper. It was a list of ingredients. Most of them, Skymender recognized, but others, he did not.

The Imperial Scholar began to speak. "As the Imperial Scholar, I represent the Empire's intelligence. In other words, if I am lacking in something, then it reflects on the Empire. Therefore, I made it a mission to know at least a bit of everything. Now, my at least a bit is much different from yours or anyone else's at least a bit, but you get the point. You are a genius in the art of poison, but you have yet to surpass me. Not now, at least."

The Imperial Scholar began to write directions down after the ingredients. 

"You surpassing of me in poison is inevitable, but for now, there is much to teach you."

He finished writing.