Earth's Greatest Magus

The place closest to the auction house was the apothecary center, so Emery and Morgana decided to drop by there next.

They marveled at the towering building as they entered. Inside, they found themselves in the Master Grom workshop, a place that held special significance for Emery. The familiar sight of the pleasant garden brought back a rush of memories, reminding him of his past and the knowledge he had gained in this very place.

As Emery looked around, he couldn’t help but notice that the workshop had changed. Several younger artisans he didn’t recognize were now filling the space with their creative energy. The atmosphere buzzed with excitement and potential. Emery’s eyes scanned the area, searching for any familiar faces, and that’s when he spotted Cedric, his senior and friend.

“Master Grom is not here, but feel free to look around and use the facility,” Cedric offered with a warm smile.

Emery nodded appreciatively, grateful for the opportunity. However, he knew that time was of the essence, and he had a long list of tasks to complete. With a polite decline, he made his way toward the second level, where he could access his own shop within the apothecary center.

Accessing one of the panels provided, Emery opened his shop and glanced at the shop’s information board, which showed the current status of his inventory:

[Merlin Apothecary]

[Items on sale – 0]

[Spirit Stones – 321,000]

Seeing the sales from the items he had left out before brought a smile to Emery’s face. However, he realized that his best-selling items, such as the coveted “Spirit Pool Potion” and the highly sought-after “Health Regeneration Pill,” required his unique skill, “Photosynthesis,” to create.

Unfortunately, due to his current circumstances, he was unable to cast that particular spell. It pained him to leave his shop empty.

Emery then noticed something that startled him—a significant number of messages pending in his shop’s inbox. Curiosity piqued, he quickly accessed the messages, discovering a mix of requests and inquiries.

Five of the messages were four-year-old requests for orders, likely lost in the chaos of his previous circumstances. Shockingly, the other twenty messages were all centered around a particular item—one that the sender continuously requested almost every month. Emery’s interest was piqued, and when he saw the latest request, his astonishment grew.

[Request order: 1000 Reviving Pills – 2,500,000 spirit stones]

It was a substantial order, and the prospect of fulfilling it ignited a spark of desire within Emery. The last time he sold the pill was at a cost of 1,300 spirit stones, and now it appeared the price had doubled.

What baffled him was the fact that the cost of materials required to create one pill was no more than 100 spirit stones, making the profit margin incredibly enticing.

Unfortunately, creating the Reviving Pills was an even more challenging process. It required not only his “Photosynthesis” skill but also the delicate balance and synergy of both light and darkness energies.

The allure of doing what he loved while amassing wealth was a tempting proposition—one that made him consider becoming a renowned apothecary master in the future. Unconsciously, a chuckle escaped his lips, drawing a bemused smile from Morgana, who stood by his side.

[Order Rejected]

Shaking off his momentary distraction, Emery regained his focus and decided to order some [Spirit explosion pills] to refill his supplies for the future. Unlike in Silvermane city, Emery this time could receive the pills in a matter of minutes.

When he was done, Emery looked toward Moragana and said, “Let’s go to the next stop,”

Leaving the apothecary center behind, Emery and Morgana made their way to the Magus Alliance Center once again. This time, their destination was one of the officials responsible for handling various permits. Uncertainty filled Emery’s mind as he was led to a formal room and met a middle-aged man with glasses, who seemed engrossed in accessing his data through a cube crystal.

“Mister Emery Ambrose,” the man greeted, his voice carrying a professional tone.

As the man sifted through the data, confusion crossed his face. The information indicated that Emery was deceased and had supposedly returned to his lower realm planet, Earth. Emery chose his words carefully not to reveal any information about the Khaos Gate and explained that his soul had never actually returned to Earth and that he had managed to recover with the help of a clone body.

The man’s previous smile faded, replaced by a sheen of perspiration as he struggled to find the appropriate solution for Emery’s unique situation.

“In a similar circumstance, a graduated Magus academy acolyte like you would be required to provide 10,000 merit points before being granted personal access in and out of your planet. However, the data shows that you supposedly received a dispensation.”

Unfortunately, the note granting dispensation was four years old and associated with a deceased person, necessitating additional time to rectify the matter.

“We will send you the updated information in a few days’ time,” the man assured Emery.

Relief washed over Emery as he realized that the situation was not as complex as he had feared. Seizing the opportunity, he decided to inquire further. With a glance at the red-haired girl standing beside him, he asked,

“I have a question about registering someone who managed to break through to the Magus realm from a lower realm world.”

The man’s expression became more serious as he explained that if the person in question had not been summoned by the Magus Alliance, like Emery and his friends through the Magus academy, they would need proper permission from the caretaker of their world.

Which was in Earth’s case will be the Nephilim, Cronus faction.

ƥandasnovel.com Emery’s anxiety grew as he considered the implications and asked what would happen if one did not have such permission.

“Then he or she could be considered an illegal migrant and would need to be apprehended immediately,” the official stated, oblivious to Emery’s rising concern.

Emery masked his anxiety, relieved that Morgana appeared oblivious to the gravity of the situation.

The official concluded by explaining that the procedure for registration with a note from the caretaker was relatively straightforward. However, given the ongoing conflict with the Cronus faction, Emery realized that it could potentially lead to numerous complications, especially since Morgana had managed to evade their observation.

Maintaining a broad smile that concealed his inner turmoil, Emery thanked the official and swiftly left the office, eager to put some distance between them and any potential trouble.

“Thank you,”

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