Master Of None

Chapter 2408: 2408. Double Processing

Time was fine. As long as Remey had time and the multiple sets of herbs she had grabbed she knew she could achieve a successful potion. The only issue was how viable was it with the herbs she had grabbed would the trial take this in to account?

She had to be successful, or at least it seemed she had to be able to secure the win for this trial.

ʼThe second trial. Enter the alchemy lab and begin proving your strength as an alchemist. Show the potion you desire to create. The time limit is one month.ʼ

The second trial was somewhat open to interpretation. She just had to show the potion she desired to create, not necessarily succeed?

”Shut up and focus!” Remey slammed her fists down and snapped herself out of that thought. She had to succeed because it would be making a new record and proof for the other alchemists. They would have even better goals they could strive for. Goals that would be immortalized in these trials too.

She could feel that whatever successes were made here would be an example for all of the alchemists who came here. Not just some random achievement forgotten because it was just a small test. No, this would be remembered.

”Sandman herb…” The small yellow leaves on the thin stem Remey had grabbed were a dry leaf that grew in the desert. Known for having potent sleep effects when heated but could be used to help clear the mind if kept cold during the alchemy process. But that way because two separate parts of it were activated. If she could separate them, she would be able to make better potions.

Using alchemy flames to heal and lower the temperature simultaneously was not easy by any means, but if she were to use two separate alchemy flames while doing so? Why not? The cauldrons here appeared to be exactly made for them. There was one that had runes on it clearly showing that two different heat levels could be made with either side.

Did Remey need the cauldrons though? She could do alchemy with just the alchemy flames in her hands if she needed to. And that was what she started. Ignore the potential impurities within the cauldrons and remove the beneficial liquids from the tiny leaves. Pull heat away with one hand and add heat with the other.

The process appeared to be her just burning some small leaves but in actuality, the smallest drops of yellow and a darker yellow liquid were being drawn out of the sandman herb. This couldnʼt be the last step through, to make a potion that would enhance something like her mind forever wasnʼt something that needed one process.

She began to let the remains of the leaves burn and extract the lighter yellow drops again. Removing even more color and completely isolating the liquids and aspects of it that would allow for clarity of mind in cold teas or processing. The tiny drop became just barely enough to be seen, but Remey could sense it there and isolated it in another potion. Some could even say she had made a potion just now, not that it was true in all senses. To her, this was a single ingredient.

”Now for the smoldering sage, you should be able to help increase energy but none of that swelling poison you have is needed…” The mumbling to her herbs as she worked was the same as many craftsmen would do.

They would connect themselves to their work by speaking with it. Talking to themselves. Acting as if they were not alone in this work facing their goals head on. Whatever the reason, every one of them agreed it made them work better and with more care.

All this aside, the sudden flare of the alchemy flames would have made many alchemists who could use them cry out in worry. Mostly because Remey had just burned the smoldering sage up in to ash within just an instant. What they would not know if they didnʼt have a lot of experience was that she had moved places while doing this.

She had specifically done this process underneath a larger glass container with an open bottom. The water runes on it rapidly cooled the smoke that rose up and trapped the moisture within. In turn, this trapped the valuable aspects of what Remey needed from the smoldering sage. Removing the toxic part that caused swelling and keeping the beneficial parts that allowed for energetic boosts in small doses.

The knowledge about how to use these different tools, some of which she had never seen, were right there for her. Whether it was some magical effects of this place or it was her understanding of alchemy that allowed her to infer which tool was used for what didnʼt matter. She was rushing around extracting the valuable parts of every herb she had grabbed.

”Drowsing owl blood dried to a powder here. Then the lunar wing moth scales ground in to paste…” Any inexperienced alchemist listening to this would find that they lost themselves after just a few moments. The multitude of processes that Remey was doing then doing again and again to the same ingredient was astounding.

But the growth in her alchemy skills should have been the focus. She was using tools she had not been able to use which allowed for her to make better quality ingredients. Better quality everything. If she had tried to make a high tier potion or even a grand potion the success rate would have been better.

But that wasnʼt what she was capable of. She could do so much more. She knew that.

The ingredients were right there in front of her and she didnʼt care a damn about the time she was spending. Who cares if one process took a full day. She had that time to produce it. She could use that time over and over as long as she could put everything together to make her potion and have even a little success.

ʼThe skill, master alchemistsʼs flow has been learned.ʼ

ʼMaster alchemistʼs flow allows for a mentally increased state entirely focused on the alchemical processes to be reached. Sensitivity is heightened while ability to utilize manas is also heightened. Increases in dexterity are also [possible while the sensitivity to the specific processes used for all alchemy is heightened. This also comes with an additional enhancements to instinctual aspects of alchemy.ʼ

Noticing this was the same as Remey noticing how much time was left. Neither were happening as she worked. She just started to work faster and focus more. Whatever limits she had she could care less about at this moment. She felt exactly the same as when she was making a grand potion.

”Come mix together slowly slowly slowly… just take your time your water and fire mana can be balanced in the potion and equal each other…donʼt bubble donʼt bubble yet…”

The mumbling increased while the potion became thicker and larger. The tiny drops that had been condensed over and over were becoming more. Their combined amount was slowly becoming a quarter of a vial of purified and condensed liquid.

The smaller of the vials she chose form to keep this potion in had many unique runes in it. Allowing for manas to be kept completely separate from affecting it. Both to increase length of time the potion could be stored and the chances of it degrading due to influence of outside forces.

ʼPermanent mental enhancement potion

This can only be taken once in a lifetime. It enhances the ability to focus and also to manipulate oneʼs own mana. The potionʼs lifespan is extremely short at most one week from creation of stored perfectly. It can only be created by someone with high control of alchemy flames. It can only be created through a certain formula created by the alchemical brawler Remey. It is the first of its kind and is tailored to the one intended to drink the potion, Remey. If taken by another it will only enhance their mental focus by a slight margin for an hour…ʼ

There was more information but Remey looked at it in awe with her tired eyes. The moment she had finished producing it all the exhaustion had fallen on her shoulders.

ʼDue to showcasing exceptional skills and even going beyond the requirements by completing a potion, one that has never been made in todayʼs age, the trial has been completed. The third trial will begin in three days. Rest well esteemed alchemist.ʼ

The room shifted all around Remey and she found a simple wooden bedroom with a single bed and water to drink. ”What a place.” Remey just Walked to the bed and fell asleep before she had even touched the pillow. The voice that had told her she succeeded forgotten. The potion sitting on the table beside her waiting for later.

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