Chapter 142: Chapter 100: Party Invitation, New Magic

Wei’en was busy for a full two hours before he finally used up all his Magic Potion ingredients.

Then again, he hadn’t bought too many last time—only ten portions for each type of Magic Potion.

This resulted in one low-quality potion (brewed while practicing), two fine-grade, three excellent-grade, and four perfect-grade.

For each type of potion, he set aside two perfect-grade ones for his own use; the rest were to be sold.

When Wei’en had originally selected his Magic Potion recipes, he had prioritized practicality. Potions like the Divine Speed Potion and Spirit Surge Potion were specifically for his use in combat.

The Illusion Potion, Concealment Potion, and Water Breathing Potion were all for specific scenarios, making it easier for him to carry out missions or make a quick getaway.

’I should be able to maintain a profit margin of around one hundred percent.’

After a quick calculation, Wei’en was reasonably satisfied with the result.

As long as the gold pounds he earned could support his studies and experiments for a while, while also ensuring his Magic Potion business could continue running smoothly, it would be enough.

’It’s 10:50?’

’How did it get so late?’

He looked out the window. At some point, the Deep Sea Giant Beast had vanished.

Just as Clelia had said, Rashim’s appearance in the waters near the Caster City State was merely a chance occurrence.

He wondered how many people had been blinded by the sight of Rashim...

Wei’en shook his head and stopped thinking about it. Compared to ordinary people, his situation as an outsider wasn’t much better. It was best to increase his strength as quickly as possible.

He then picked up the card from his desk, placed it on his forehead, and entered the Nightmare Realm World once more.

However, Wei’en, who was solely focused on keeping a low profile, had forgotten one very important thing...

"Come and see! Relics just excavated from the ruins of the Fourth Epoch Endel Empire! Guaranteed to be... GAK!"

A very short, gray figure with a large number 2 on its head froze mid-shout upon seeing Wei’en’s phantom form.

"By the Red Moon, th-he, he he he, is that a 27?!"

"Shut your mouth! Don’t offend this lord."

"Your Excellency, please forgive his ignorance..."

Seeing the situation around him, Wei’en finally realized what was happening. He had forgotten that the last time he’d left, he had been in the starting area buying a Six-Barreled Firearm.

According to Flanta, Extraordinaries in the Transfer Area usually left the Nightmare Realm World from there, which would ensure they reappeared in the Transfer Area the next time they entered.

More importantly, in less than two days, his Origin had increased by 5 points, raising his number in the Nightmare Realm World to 27...

Even in the Captain’s Area, that number wasn’t low, let alone in the starting area, which was two whole zones away.

"Carry on," Wei’en said calmly, his voice once again silencing the crowd. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

"..."

Seeing this, Wei’en sighed helplessly and started walking toward the Transfer Area.

He had just scanned the area but hadn’t seen Flanta, nor had he heard the cry of "Collecting the bodies of Dawn Church Holy Professionals." He could only head to the Transfer Area to try his luck.

Only after he was a good distance away did the Extraordinaries behind him let out a long sigh of relief.

"That was terrifying. When his eyes swept over me just now, I felt like I was about to dissipate."

"Yeah, an Origin like that really shouldn’t be in the starting area. The effect on us is too strong."

"You can only blame your own weakness. It didn’t affect me much," an Extraordinary with the number 9 on his forehead said proudly.

"That’s only because we have to follow the rule of ’Origin is supreme’ in the Nightmare Realm World. In the real world, let’s see if I don’t stab you to death!"

"You—"

Wei’en paid little attention to the voices around him, whether they were respectful, envious, or sycophantic.

If it weren’t for the two-digit number on his forehead, he’d probably be just like them right now, hugging a tombstone, leaning against a low mound, and shouting, "Selling Magic Potions, perfect-grade..."

The thought of such a scene was actually rather amusing.

’The Transfer Area...’

Before long, Wei’en passed through the starting area and arrived at the base of the great tower.

Even though he had seen it before, looking at the tower again, he still found it incredible.

The tower soared into the clouds, its top out of sight. The diameter of its base was a full ten kilometers, and it was constructed from stacks of square, white bricks, creating a magnificent spectacle.

But the body of the tower wasn’t intact. Several distinct cracks stretched from high above all the way down to the base, revealing twisted patterns within.

Faintly, within the cracks, Wei’en recognized a familiar runic node. ’A Keystone Rune?’

’The tower actually incorporates runes from the Mechanical School?’

This made him curious. ’Could it be that this tower isn’t an illusion created by the Nightmare Sect, but something that actually exists?’

’If it were fake, there would be no need to make it so realistic that even the runic nodes and patterns were exposed.’

"Your Excellency?"

"Flanta, it’s me."

Seeing it was the Blood Spirit Mage, Wei’en nodded slightly. "Sorry, I’m late. Brewing Magic Potions took some time."

"Not at all, not at all! It’s just... your... how did your Origin...?"

Flanta stared blankly at the number on his forehead. In his shock, his body even began to ripple like water.

"It’s nothing. My strength just increased a little."

’A... a little?’

’When we met two days ago, it was only 22...’

’In two days, his Origin increased by 5 levels, a total increase of 50%...’

’And you call that *a little*?!’

Flanta took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. He knew that fate had truly smiled upon him this time. Otherwise, how could he have been so lucky as to encounter such a powerful expert?