"If I didn't eat it, the Bone-Rotting Elixir in my system would've killed me the moment it kicked in!" Elon looked absolutely miserable as he tried to explain himself in front of Richard.

However, Richard was beyond furious—he stormed forward, ready to slap Elon across the face. The moment he got close, though, a wave of stench hit him like a brick wall, and he nearly passed out on the spot.

"What kind of crap did you eat? Why does it smell this god-awful?" Richard was genuinely shocked.

He jumped back immediately, and whatever urge he had to discipline his son evaporated. Now, all he wanted was to stay as far away as possible. He had smelled poop before—he was no stranger to it.

Yet, whatever was coming off Elon's mouth and body was enough to knock someone out cold. He wondered if this was some sort of premium-grade crap.

Mosby calmly said, "Human waste is already one of the filthiest substances out there, and when it's boiled down into golden juice, it only gets worse."

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