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墨書 Inktalez
In the world of Fairy Tail, Newton quickly crafted three staffs, each capable of folding down to the length of an arm for easy portability. Each staff served a different purpose. One was simply sturdy, designed not to break easily and to deliver a painful blow when used. Another concealed a syringe meant for anesthesia; while it couldn't breach defenses, it was certainly effective as an unconventional tool. The last staff was equipped with various gadgets, such as hooks for snagging weapons and barbs to increase lethality. Though it could be used as a weapon like the first, it lacked the same durability.
Newton took out the first staff for everyday use, concealing the other two at his waist beneath his loose clothing, making them nearly invisible. To ensure his survival in this place, he knew that mere self-defense weapons weren't enough; he needed some essential potions as well. The most potent potion was installed in the staff, capable of taking down an elephant with a single injection. The remaining potions were crafted with lesser effects or alternative uses, such as smoke bombs, flashbangs, or corrosive liquids—each offering convenient effects in certain situations.
However, creating the staffs and potions took considerable time. By the time Newton emerged from his work, several hours had passed, and he found Norman standing at the door.
"Are you sober now?"
Newton rubbed his slightly stiff shoulders and caught a bottle of water thrown by Norman, drinking it down immediately.
"You spent the night here?"
Norman's exaggeration was evident; Newton didn't feel he had been there that long—about half an hour at most. But why argue? He casually tossed a white potion over.
"Give it a try?"
"You made this?"
Norman was surprised; the lab resembled more of a storage room than a proper laboratory. It was primarily used by Norman to store various items. While some potions could indeed be concocted from what lay within, the required skills were quite advanced. This deepened Norman's appreciation for Newton's abilities; he realized he had stumbled upon something valuable. Without hesitation, Norman took the potion and swallowed it. A dreamy sensation washed over him immediately, though not overwhelmingly strong—just enough to blur reality slightly. After experiencing its effects, Norman frowned.
"Sorry, Gold Alchemy; it's not me—it's just that this seems to have..."
"Low effectiveness?"
Newton shrugged. Although the drug war could be considered a type of conflict, he still hoped that these substances would not flow from his hands. If he could create a potion capable of taking down even demons, it would likely take only a few years to conquer this place without bloodshed.
"That's quite normal."
Quite normal?
Norman immediately felt some dissatisfaction. While he respected Newton's abilities, economic value was also crucial. If Newton couldn't bring a certain level of economic value, his worth would significantly decrease.
"And besides, I can only brew this stuff; I'm not particularly skilled at it."
Newton picked up some potions or pills from the table.
"This is my main product."
Seeing Newton's confident demeanor, Norman felt uncertain, unsure of what exactly Newton was up to.
"Gold Alchemy, what are these pills?"
"Well, this one increases strength, this one boosts speed, this one restores magical energy, and this one heals wounds..."
In general, these were various buffing or healing potions. Of course, to prevent these items from becoming weapons against his guild, Newton didn't make them too refined. They were certainly different from what the people in Fairy Tail consumed like water; they came with side effects. The enhancements to physical abilities lasted only a short time and could even shorten the duration of the potion based on physical exertion. Additionally, there would be a prolonged state of combat incapacity afterward, essentially leaving one in a semi-disabled state. The red and blue potions were similar; while they didn't lead to significant exhaustion, their effectiveness was greatly reduced and came with a certain resistance. This resistance meant that Newton had added other substances to the potions; consuming too much would lead to an accumulation that influenced their effectiveness. However, this substance could be digested by the body after some time and wasn't harmful. Moreover, the potions couldn't do without it; even if someone checked them, they might not be able to identify anything unusual. As for what could truly be detected, Newton could only chalk it up to fate.
However, it seemed that there were no similar potions here, or perhaps the soldiers relied more on their combat abilities through magic. This place emphasized the training of one's own magical skills, rarely drawing inspiration from external sources. This was evident from Norman's astonished expression; clearly, such potions did not exist here. After hearing about Newton's effects, Norman thought that if these things could be operated well, he might not have to stay in this filthy underground at all. Perhaps he would even catch the Empire's eye. Once he had any connection with the Empire, he would be among the elite.
"Gold Alchemy, are you sure these potions can achieve the effects you mentioned?"
Norman's breathing became heavy.
"I don't know."
Newton's words nearly drove Norman to kill him. How could he not know at this moment?
"But can't we just give it a try?"
Newton stretched lazily.
"At least, this thing should sell better than that one, right?"
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