Bloodline Potion

"No, I was just thinking about something, I was really engrossed in it," Matthew chuckled.

I was saddened for a long time after I heard you had gone missing.

"But I'm so glad you're okay."

With that, Jack opened his strong arms and embraced her.

His pair of thick, hard pincers gripped Matthew's body tightly.

That hug almost broke Matthew's body.

At the same time, a virtual panel appeared in front of him.

Name: Jack Gere

[Physical Fitness: 4]

【Mental Power: 10】

【…】

"It's just to help out a high-level apprentice who came to the Winter Realm for training."

"Too busy, no time to come back."

Matthew tried to use Jack's connections, but Jack wasn't buying it.

"I've heard that many people have become experimental subjects for those apprentices who are being trained."

"I didn't expect you to come back alive, you're really lucky."

"By the way, what's in your package?"

"What else could it be? Just some junk I picked up."

Jack had a half-smile on his face, but his eyes were fixed on Matthew.

"How come you've lost so much weight?"

"Your package looks quite heavy, how about I help you carry it for a while?"

"No need, I can do it myself."

"We've known each other for so long, why are you being so polite with me?"

"Really, you don't need to."

Matthew's expression remained unchanged, but his hands had already quietly moved behind his back, ready to unleash "The Growth of Vines".

"Don't you know me?"

"I love helping people, so let me help you."

Jack flashed a憨厚 smile again, and at the same time, he stretched out his thick, huge pincers and reached directly for the sack on Matthew's shoulder.

"What are you doing here?"

Just then, a deep voice suddenly broke in, interrupting the two of them.

Matthew looked in the direction the sound came from and found it was a market patrolman.

While the school turned a blind eye to minor squabbles among its apprentices, daring to clash in front of the patrol was tantamount to openly defying the school's authority, akin to courting death.

Upon seeing this, Jack immediately put on his harmless expression.

"Lord Carlot, this is my friend; we're just chatting."

"Casual chat?" Carlot looked at Matthew suspiciously.

"Matthew, don't you think so!" Jack squinted his small eyes and stared at Matthew menacingly, while his large pincers slammed heavily into Matthew's back.

Matthew was nearly knocked forward by the impact, but all he wanted to do right now was get back to making the bloodline potion and didn't want to dwell on the matter any longer.

So, enduring the pain, he spoke.

"Indeed, Lord Carrot."

"We're good friends, it's been so long since we've seen each other, let's catch up."

Carlot glanced between the two men and nodded indifferently.

He was happy to pretend not to know about the minor squabbles between apprentices, as long as they didn't escalate into public.

Hearing their explanations now, it was exactly what he wanted to hear.

"Leave now if you have nothing else to do, don't linger here."

Jack grinned sheepishly.

"Yes, Lord Carrot."

"Matthew, I have to go now. I'll definitely find time to catch up with you properly another time!"

Matthew smiled kindly and said reluctantly, "It's alright, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future!"

As Matthew watched Jack leave, his insecurity grew stronger.

As the school's exploration of the Winter Realm deepens, things are becoming increasingly unstable here.

Such friction was inevitable for the apprentices who participated in the pioneering work in order to survive.

Matthew clenched his fist. "The only thing I can trust... is strength!"

Only after Jack's figure had completely disappeared did he tighten the sack on his shoulder and hurry away.

……

About twenty minutes later.

Matthew slipped into the house and quickly locked the door from the inside.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief after putting down the things he had bought from the market.

After being forcibly recalled, he had already finished producing all the documentary films for this month.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, the period from now until next month can be used to manufacture bloodline potions.

He took out the test tube containing the blood of the molten lizard; the purplish-red blood swayed slightly on the inner glass wall.

[Can be extracted from: Blood of the Flame-Eating Wyvern, Dragon Scale Crystals, Trace Amounts of Dragon Soul Residue, Impurities...]

"Although the sub-dragon is not a real dragon, it is still many times stronger than any long-eared ape."

Matthew pressed the extract button without hesitation.

Suddenly, a drop of blood, as bright as flame, appeared out of thin air. He felt the vibrant life force contained within the blood, like a flame dancing.

"As expected of the blood of the dragon, it has such a rich vitality."

"If we keep refining this drop of blood, will we be able to obtain the blood of a true dragon?"

Without hesitation, Matthew summoned the system again, this time over the blood.

However, the system's message the next moment disappointed him.

[Unrefinable; the item's purity has reached its limit.]

"Looks like we can't exploit the bug."

Matthew abandoned the idea of ​​continuing to extract blood.

He took out the other magical potions one by one and began to refine the Flame-Eating Dragon Bloodline Potion.

Using the blood concentration of the long-eared ape bloodline potion as a benchmark, he calculated the mixing ratio of other auxiliary magic potions.

Then, based on this ratio, the Flame-Eating Dragon Bloodline Potion was prepared.

After confirming that the entire operation process was correct, he started tinkering with it.

Five hours later...

"Bang—" A loud explosion came from Matthew's cabin.

A glass bottle shattered, and fierce flames shot out from inside, splashing a few drops of scalding liquid onto the table.

The flames flared up and spread rapidly along the table.

Fortunately, Matthew reacted quickly, immediately casting more than a dozen water-condensing spells to extinguish the flames with a hissing sound.

He set up an isolation barrier before the experiment, so the abnormality inside could not be detected from the outside.

"It failed!"

The scene was a mess. Matthew looked at the broken glass on the ground and fell into deep thought.

"The calculations were correct, so why did the potion still experience uncontrolled entropy change during the fusion phase?"

"Could it be that there's something wrong with the potion's balancing agent?"

"Or perhaps the temperature wasn't controlled properly?"

"Wait... concentration..."

He suddenly remembered that the purity of the Blood of the Flame-Eating Dragon extracted through the system would be greatly improved, so the dosage of other magical potions should also be adjusted accordingly.

"No wonder..."

After recalculation, Matthew set out to revise the manufacturing plan for the Bloodline Potion.

A few hours later...

"boom--"

"Failed again!"

"Let me think..."

"Perhaps we should add the active catalyst earlier..."

"continue!"

……

The cold wind howled, and the snow fell heavily.

It started snowing heavily again at the headquarters of the Tidal School.

However, no matter how fierce the wind and snow were outside, Matthew only focused on concocting bloodline potions in the hut.

The plan was revised repeatedly, the medicine was manufactured, and after each failure, the calculations were scrapped and restarted, in an endless cycle.

This feeling of being busy from morning till night left him somewhat dazed.

It felt like I was back in my senior year of high school; it was busy but fulfilling.

This day finally came...

"It's done!"