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Chapter 780: Inherited

Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales

After Abel sent off Master Alfred, he flicked open the Master Alchemist inheritance. This book was not made with leaves but the common orc skin of the Holy Continent.

There were 3 potion formulas being recorded as well as the research results of the past Master alchemists.

‘Age increasing potion’ this potion required 30 or more types of ingredients. Each time it could increase lifespan for 30 years. Although this potion could only be used once in a lifetime, it could still make you live longer. Even a single year would be great.

The best thing about the Age increasing potion was that any life form could use it, and there was no special requirement for body attributes.

However, 3 of the required ingredients had already gone extinct in the Holy Continent. 2 of them were the main ingredients. So making this potion was near impossible.

Due to the extinction of certain ingredients, an ill.u.s.tration of each ingredient was clearly drawn out in this book.

The elf who made this book must be highly skilled at drawing. Every stroke of detail was precise.

‘Soul nouris.h.i.+ng potion’ the injury of the soul was the scariest injury of all. It was almost impossible to heal it easily. Minor injuries to the soul could only be recovered with time through the natural strength of the body. Major injuries to the soul resulted in death.

Anything that had to do with the soul was a treasure since injuries to the soul were impossible to treat.

2 of the required ingredients for this Soul nouris.h.i.+ng potion were also extinct in the Holy Continent. However, through the research of countless generations of Master Alchemists, a few subst.i.tutes were found. Although their effects were not as strong as the original one, it was still somewhat beneficial to the soul.

Still, both the original and the altered version of the Soul nouris.h.i.+ng potion needed a Master Alchemist’s skills. Even though the altered version was achievable, its ingredients were still extremely rare. At least Abel had never seen most of them.

Abel had emptied the storage room of the alchemy union, and he had seen countless amounts of ingredients over the years, so you can imagine how rare the ingredients for that Soul nouris.h.i.+ng potion were.

Of course, this potion was also beneficial to wizards. Besides recovering the soul, it could also strengthen it if your soul was not injured.

If you wanted to become a wizard, your soul needed to be a lot stronger than a normal human. This way, the power of the will could form, which was the foundation of wizardry.

If the soul of a wizard could be strengthened, the effect of their meditation would be a lot stronger.

Although not many people would waste this Master Alchemist exclusive potion on strengthening the soul, Abel was tempted. His soul was already extremely powerful. Even a slight increase would be a good thing.

Also, he could use this potion on his family or his children in the future if they were not gifted in wizardry. A stronger soul leads to a stronger power of the will.

Then there was the ‘Lizard Potion.’ This potion could regenerate severed limbs. Abel’s mouth immediately dropped to the floor. Even his ‘full recovery potion’ could not fully regenerate a limb.

Some of its core ingredients were also extinct, and subst.i.tutes had been found after generations of research. Still, this newer version could only be effective when the original severed limb was well preserved and not damaged.

Abel put down the Master Alchemist inheritance. If alchemy was his main occupation, researching and finding subst.i.tutes for these 3 alchemy formulas would be his future path. Or maybe he could even create the 2 altered versions of those potions to further increase his own alchemy ability.

However, Abel did think about it too much. Doing alchemy research just wasn’t his priority at that moment. The ‘survival potion’ was quite good, but all of its ingredients were extinct, and finding subst.i.tutes wouldn’t be possible without the help of at least a few other Master Alchemists.

Abel bet he alchemy union could find a few ingredients for the ‘Soul nouris.h.i.+ng potion,’ but those things were too valuable. If he wanted to increase his ability through a soul-nouris.h.i.+ng potion, the difference it could make was basically like adding a drop of water in a bucket anyway.

The ‘Lizard Potion’ could be a game-changer, but the altered version was basically useless. If he could preserve his limb, even normal recovery potions could do the trick.

Connecting a limb to a body was basically like healing a big wound, but the scary thing about the original Lizard Potion was that it could grow an entirely new limb from nothing.

Abel skimmed through the ingredients for the altered ‘soul-nouris.h.i.+ng potion’ once more and left his personal alchemy room. All the alchemists outside had left, so he used this opportunity to give his ingredient list to the service a.s.sistance behind the counter on the first floor.

After waiting for his long reply, he quickly stepped on the teleportation circle and went back to Orwell Palace.

After he settled with Steward Brewer, teleportation yet again through the large teleportation circle and arrived at his magic tower in Harry Castle.

The first thing Abel did was to find Wizard Morton. When Abel found him, he bowed and said, “Teacher, I am now an intermediate wizard. I want to use the spell training room for some time!”

Wizard Morton was stunned for a moment, but he was slowly getting used to it, so he helplessly said, “Abel, you shock me every time. The spell training room is ready. You can forbid anyone from entering at any time!”

The spell training room was actually located on the second floor of Morton magic tower. That room was filled with special fog, covering the cloudy aura of the rune word ‘insight.’

This training room had become the favorite place for the Harry Castle wizard circle’s core members. Normally, leveling up spells could take hundreds of years, but now they only needed 10 days. That feeling of endless mana had made every wizard’s heart melt.

Since Abel wanted to use the training room, Wizard Morton, as the owner of this magic tower, wouldn’t want any other wizards to distract him.

Afterward, all core members of the wizard circle received a message saying the training room would be closed for some time. The reopening was yet to be announced.

Abel stood in the center of the training room. He needed to level up his ‘move in a flash’ to the highest level in the shortest period of time.

Normally new intermediate wizards would take a long time to adjust to their new wizard pattern before practicing an intermediate spell like this, but not Abel. He had entered the training room before even learning the spell.

Abel had studied the ‘move in a flash’ pattern long ago. Every detail of it was clearly burned in his mind.

He began to draw with his hand in mid-air. Through the direction of his fingers, his power of the will created a complicated spell pattern. Afterward, the wizard core in his mind injected mana into it.

His power of the will then located on a spot in the training room and ignited the ‘move in a flash’ spell pattern. As a white light flashed, his body disappeared and reappeared in the spot he located.

Just like that, he had done his first ‘move in a flash’. In the past, he could do this through Black Wind or a ‘move in a flash’ scroll, but doing it himself was a totally different experience.

A dark gold glow flashed on his Horadric Cube, and a symbol of a person’s shadow appeared on the skill tree. From then on, all he needed to do was to ignite that symbol, and he could move in a flash.

His success turned him into an actually powerful wizard, an invincible wizard.

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Chapter 380 Risky Level Up

Both the Oak’s soul and Abel’s Druid soul were bound together, like a mother with her child. That was because they had a similar origin. After, Abel injected a large amount of his Druid soul’s power of the will into the center of the Oak Tree during its cultivation. The remaining power of will had formed a soul with this life-s.h.i.+fting Oak Tree

The Oak Tree’s soul and Abel’s Druid soul sped up to the top of the tree. It was like a mother guiding her child. When Abel’s Druid soul sensed that it had reached the top, everything expanded. It was like everything 70 meters around him was in his control.

The feeling was indescribable. This area was like a completely different dimension. It was almost as though he was being looked after by a spirit. Although it was not a big area, it was a place he felt like he was truly himself.

It was at this moment, he realized why he couldn’t level up. While he tried to sense his body under the Oak Tree–even though he was surrounded in this separate dimension–he began sensing an instinctive hatred towards his body.

Abel was certain of this. It was just like the hatred and frustration he had when something happened beyond his control. Still, the body still belonged to him, so his hatred had been suppressed to the max.

Even the owner of this little world had loathed at him, so of course, the spirits outside in the Dark World loathed him too. This hatred suppressed him, irritated him, and made him lose focus on training, and kept him from entering a state where he was able to level up.

It was like a huge error in the system. Abel’s power of the will and strength was way too powerful. The potential he could unleash once he leveled up could hugely impact this system, so the world had been suppressing him.

Since the owner of this little world was contracted with him, they were like family, which is why it tried to minimize his hatred and made him feel relieved.

If Abel hadn’t become one with the Oak Tree as a soul speaker, maybe he would be stuck as a novice Wizard for his entire life without ever knowing he had been suppressed by both the Dark World and the Holy Continent.

Abel carefully used his Druid soul to adjust this world’s view of him. The Oak Tree’s soul also sensed this, so it also tried to help. Slowly this little world began to accept Abel’s presence.

It was at this moment, Abel’s expanded Druid soul felt his body slowly begin to float up in mid-air, and a strange scent emerged from it.

It was the scent of leveling up; Abel was sure of that. He sensed this every time before he leveled up in the past.

At that moment, Abel was only half-conscious. The other half of his consciousness had fully combined with the oak tree after using the soul speaker’s ability. Could there be a problem leveling up like this? He didn’t know, so he had to get back to his body as soon as possible.

Up to this point, he quickly began to retract his consciousness. His consciousness began to rush away like water from the tree branch, then to the tree heart. Soon, it was back in his own body. The soul speaker state had ended, and he was back at his main soul from his Druid soul.

Abel’s novice Wizard pattern was bigger than any other novice wizard in this world. A Wizard pattern was where wizards store their mana, so the size depended on how much mana a wizard had.

The process of becoming an official wizard was to turn this nonphysical wizard pattern into an actual three-dimensional wizard core. This required all 5 levels of the novice wizard pattern to be dissected, detached, all while maintaining balance. This was why the 5 levels of novice wizard patterns could not be dissected individually. This would cause chaos in mind and provoke a break in the system.

Therefore, a novice wizard needed to have a deep understanding of their wizard pattern and their body. This was a rare opportunity, and the consequences would be quite serious if they made a mistake.

If they failed, they would need to spend a large number of resources. It was quite normal to take more than ten years for a full recovery.

Abel began to dissect the 5 novice wizard patterns according to the wizard book his teacher Wizard Morton had given him. Although this process was extremely high risk for other novice wizards trying to level up, it was quite easy for Abel.

His power of the will was divided into 5 parts in his mind. Each of them had a different novice wizard pattern and started to dissect and detach it in unison. Once a little bit of the pattern was detached, it was sucked into the center.

Normally other novice wizards would carefully calculate the balance of each pattern. Afterward, they would detach a little bit of the first pattern, then move on to the second one, and so on until all of them had been detached. This required ma.s.sive calculations, and it was extremely easy to make mistakes. None could do it as effortlessly as Abel.

As more and more novice wizard patterns had been detached, the point began to glow. Then, the cons of having too much power of the will began to surface. When Abel took a look at the energy concentrated by his wizard patterns in the center, he realized it was already many times more powerful than other rank 5 wizards. It was beginning to shake in instability, but he still had a large part of the pattern he hadn’t dissected and detached.

Abel never experienced this before, and the book didn’t say any about this either, so he didn’t know what would happen next. He could only continue what he was doing.

Since Abel was inside the little world created by the Oak Tree, the Oak Tree could sense something wrong with its owner. Suddenly, some green energy from the Oak Tree flew inside Abel’s body. This energy had a strong calming effect, and soon that shaking center calmed down again.

Soon, all 5 of the novice wizard patterns had been detached into the center. The center point’s white glow had become almost blinding, and the Oak Tree’s green energy could no longer contain the explosion.

Abel’s body was still floating in mid-air, and he could sense a scary heatwave coming from that vague white center point in his mind. Originally this could only be felt through the power of the will and the soul, but since this center point had become more and more physical, even his body could feel the heat.

Although his body was trying it’s best to withstand it, his skin had turned fully red. It almost looked like his whole body was burning. If he failed to withstand it, all the energy in that center point would be unleashed at once.

By this point, Abel’s main soul had already been knocked out by the immense heatwave, so his druid soul had automatically taken control of Abel’s body after it sensed his life being threatened. The powerful fake commander soul had also been taken over by that ultra logical machine-like druid soul.

What came next was totally unexpected. These 2 souls worked together so well, first, the druid soul tracked down the source of the threat, and the fake commander soul would try to find a solution.

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Chapter 6: Master’s Potion

Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales

It was quite late when Abel caught up with Norman. The Sun was slightly leaned towards the west by the time they saw each other. If they didn’t go back to the Bennett Castle right away, they would’ve had to travel during the night, which was not safe at all.

Norman saw the box Abel was holding, but he didn’t say anything about it. As far as he was concerned, what mattered wasn’t how much money his young master had spent or what he had bought. He was a bodyguard, and the only thing he cared about was his master’s safety.

That being the case, Abel still didn’t want to let anyone see his box. He was going to put it in his Horadric Cube before, but there were far too few slots for him to put in his qi condensing pill. It was one bottle per slot, so the most he could store was ten. He needed two more for his Tome of Town Portal, meaning that the only way to go was to carry most of the stuff with his own hands.

Fortunately, the two got back without facing any danger on the way, and Abel picked the right time to arrive at home. Zach was just practicing horse-riding with the Knight of Bennett. No one — not his father, his mother, or his brother—no one was going to ask him what he had bought in town. This was a family of royals. They respected each other as royals. Every member, regardless of age, had rights to his or her own privacy.

Abel was loved by his parents, but the love he felt was very different from the one he experienced on Earth. During his life back on Earth, parents showed love by interfering with every aspect of their child’s life. They had to have a say in the child’s education, social life, romantic life, marriage and anything else. Any secret that a child had was considered a violation of the trust between them.

The rules were very different here. Every time there was an important choice to make, Abel’s parents would always listen to what Abel wanted, no matter how drastic the consequences were. As the second son of the family, the path ahead of Abel would be nothing but harsh for him.

Now, the Knight of Bennett knew this. He knew this all too well, but he decided to agree with his love for his son. It was a different kind of love, different from the kind that Abel experienced from his previous parents. They were equal in their weight, however. Abel knew that, and he was grateful to be so blessed in his two very long lifetimes.

After coming back to his room, Abel quickly opened his box and took out a bottle of the qi condensing potion. Whilst facing the sunset, he could see that the bottle was surrounded by arcs of white light which, in ways that were inapplicable to normal physics, kept on flas.h.i.+ng and sparking as they swirled around. It was only a lesser potion, yes, but by appearance alone, it would be worth so much if it was found on Earth.

Speaking of Earth, Abel missed his home now. He never had a nostalgia for the whole year that he came here, but something kicked in when he saw that Tome of Portal yesterday.

Whatever. Just don’t think about it he forced himself.

Right now, the important thing was his experiment. If Abel’s hypothesis was confirmed, his training speed would be much faster than where it was currently.

Abel inserted three lesser potions into the Horadric Cube, then lightly pressed onto the trans.m.u.te b.u.t.ton. After a white light flashed by, the three bottles of the qi condensing potion emerged into just one. It was not surrounded by white arcs of light, however, but a beautiful ray of blue.

It worked. Abel had never seen a greater qi condensing potion before, but this should be it. There was no doubt about it. The Horadric Cube never got its formulas wrong.

It wasn’t like he cared too much about it, but a smirk suddenly emerged on Abel’s face. If three bottles of the lesser potion cost 30 gold coins in total, and a bottle of the greater potion costs 50 gold coins, he just made 20 coins worth of profit. It was a weird thought to have in a serious time like this, but it was kind of funny in a way.

Abel inserted three more lesser potions into his cube. For reasons he himself wasn’t sure of, he was already feeling like a potion master, or an alchemist figuring out the right proportions for his concoction.

As excited as he was, Abel’s hands never stopped. He just kept on trans.m.u.ting the lesser potions into greater potions, then lined up the finished products on his table. Pretty soon, 54 bottles of the lesser qi condensing potions were turned into 18 bottles of the greater qi condensing potion.

Abel was about to scream at this point. Even if he couldn’t turn the greater potions into the greatest potion, he was pretty much guaranteed a way to afford his living now. If he wanted to, he could head into the potion-brewing business at any time he wanted. He could become a renowned potion master by selling large quant.i.ties of the greater qi condensing potion. Becoming a knight was his topmost preference, of course, but it was always good to have some sort of back-up plan.

Abel calmed himself once more. Then, he inserted three bottles of the greater potion into his Horadric Cube. Without any failure this time, the three greater potions were mixed into one.

It was a bottle surrounded with golden arcs of light. Inside was a potion that could only be produced by an expert. It was the greatest potion which, although makeable given the right amount of experience, was not something that could be sold as a regular item. The greatest potion was inferior to a master’s potion, but the creation of both required the brewer to be in the right “zone.”

There was something special about this potion. Abel didn’t know how much it was worth exactly, but his guess was just as good as anybody else’s. Well, there wasn’t a lot of potion masters in the Duchy, he knew at least that much.

Soon, 18 greater potions were turned into 6 bottles of “greatest” potions. Abel was right. It was the right choice for him to spend all his money on potions.

He put the three bottles of the greatest potion into the cube, and just like all the times before, everything in the slots vanished when a white light flashed out. What came out was a bottle of a master’s qi condensing potion. It was surrounded by arcs of dark, golden light, and there was a thick texture to the liquid that was inside. The liquid itself was amber in color. Strangely, though, it was not translucent like all the other potions. With a gentle shake of its container, Abel would see that it was a little bit sticky.

One more time. At the end of the day, Abel produced two bottles of the master’s qi condensing potion. He produced two bottles of the ultimate potion, which would bear no effects whatsoever to its user.

Now, what should he do about these potions? He could consume it right here, but that would expose the existence of the Horadric Cube. He couldn’t allow that to happen if he was to survive in this world. The better option was to store it somewhere safe. Whatever Abel was planning to do next, safety always came first.

The more Abel knew about this world, the less safe he began to feel. While everything could be explained by science on Earth, the logic seemed to work very differently here. The injury on Norman’s leg should take a few months to recover, but a lesser divine act was enough to treat it on the spot. Knowing something like this was actually more worrisome than relieving, the more you think about it.

With that in mind, if Fort Lee was just a small town, what kind of unexplainable, unthinkable things could Abel see if he went to a bigger town? A bigger city, maybe?