"Ji'an," Zechuan called out happily as one of the glands slipped and bounced off his nose, failing to detonate because his abyssal aura passively suppressed kinetic shock. "If the yeast eats the poison, does the yeast become poisonous? Or does the poison become drunk?"
"The yeast metabolizes the neurotoxins into complex esters, Zechuan," Ji'an explained, pulling her paddle out and wiping it down with a clean cloth. "It breaks the molecular bonds of the venom, transforming it from a lethal acid into a dense, numbing flavor profile. It's basic... organic chemistry."
Ji'an mumbled the word Organic Chemistry, because no one in this world would know it.
Ji'an paused, wiping her hands on her apron.
Organic chemistry...
The words echoed in the damp cellar, triggering a deep wave of nostalgia that hit her right in the chest.
