Purple Streak Root

Sol despised the feeling of backing off from a fight. It made him feel like a coward.

But, he had gone through enough experiences in his time to where he could shrug these thoughts off and maintain composure.

After all, it was his only choice right now. Getting angry and throwing a fit wouldn't do him any good, and plus, it was only a matter of time...

While walking through the forest, Sol noticed the roots of the trees nearby him again.

"They really do poke out of the ground far more than normal."

He inspected the tree from top to bottom, not noticing anything peculiar.

Then, he looked at the source of his intrigue; the roots, which had inner streaks of bright and dark shaded purple gorging through them.

He knelt down next to the root, "The Book Of Ten Thousand Medicines. I had it fully remembered by the time I died in the Origin Realm."

He took his sword out and chopped a piece of root up from the ground.

"This reminds me of a particular root that I read about somewhere in the middle of the book."

It wasn't very familiar to him, as the root he remembered from the book was a random medicinal ingredient that was quite weak and useless to someone like the Cursed Magus.

However, Sol still knew the basics of what it looked like, what it could do, and how it could be used in Alchemy.

"If I recall correctly, this is the Purple Streak Root. I think I also read that it could be found even in the lower realms in quite an abundance. Its looks are deceiving, and its medicinal properties aren't easy to access by the basic Alchemist."

In this realm, most even some of the greatest Alchemists would be considered near basic compared to those in the Origin Realm.

A light grin began to creep onto Sol's face. He wasn't sure that this was actually the Purple Streak Root, but the simple chance that it was was enough to excite him.

"Since the entire forest is full of this stuff, its Alchemy possibilities have clearly not been discovered yet. If I can correctly extract and transfigure this root, I'll be able to sell it in mass production."

He stood up with the root in hand and began heading toward any rocks that he could find.

"For performing such Alchemy, I would want some sort of Alchemy cauldron. A cauldron takes away the need to manually transfigure and combine the ingredients needed for Alchemy by hand and allows Ether to take care of that process--as long as one is proficient in that of course. But unfortunately, even the cheapest of those range anywhere from 5000 to 10000 spirit stones, so I'll have to grind and transfigure this crap myself..."

He soon arrived at the base of a fairly large river and followed it downstream, coming across a small pond with some open land around it.

Here, there were several large stones everywhere, and smaller rocks all over the ground.

Sol grabbed a smooth rock that was half the size of a watermelon and then went to the flattest boulder that he could find.

He put the root down on the flat boulder first and sat down in front of it.

Using his sword, he sliced the outside bark off of the root, cleaning it of all useless materials first.

After he peeled the last of the brown and rough bark off, a whitish purple root with darker streaks of purple flowing through it revealed itself.

"This is quite a poisonous root. That fact, and also the fact that it was so common, might have been the factors that made the Alchemists not try to use it in their Alchemy rituals. Well, whatever the case, it's good news for me."

He placed the naked root on the ground and hit it with his small stone a few times.

This caused the abundant whitish purple meat of the root to be squished and torn apart, like squashed fibery material.

After a few more hits, the darker purple streaks began to disconnect themselves from the whiter purple meat.

They seemed to be more durable, so as the rock crushed the whiter parts, the dark purple streaks survived and separated more and more.

After a minute or so of doing this, Sol took the leftover strands of dark purple root and brushed away the rest of the whiter stuff.

He tossed all of that into the water.

"If this truly is the real deal, I don't want anyone to know what I'm doing. I'll hide the evidence along the way so I can create a monopoly in the future."

With that, Sol laid the darker pieces of the Purple Streak Root out on the flat stone and began to use his small rock to grind them down.

He had to stand up and use the force of his entire body weight to finally be able to crush even one part of a root, which surprised him slightly.

He hadn't read of their durable nature, but maybe it was just his new body in this world.

He continued for a few more minutes, grinding away at the roots. At this time, he took off the bags of spirit stones that were on his shoulders and tossed them to the side to make it easier for him to continue grinding.

They rolled right next to the edge of the pond.

The sun's gleaming rays were unleashed on him through the opening of the canopy the pond area gave way to.

Beads of sweat began to pour down his back and face, and then his arms as well.

He was exerting full force to grind the roots down. After exactly an hour, Sol stopped.

The roots on the boulder were now ground down into a fine purple paste.

After this, he grabbed some leaves from a few nearby bushes.

"Next, a few pieces of crunchy leaves to mellow the harsh poison."

He threw them on top of the purple paste.

"And then, a bit of water to help blend it all together." He cupped his palm and got a small amount of water, splashing it on top of the paste and leaves.

He quickly got to work, grinding again. This time it was a lot quicker since all he had to do was grind some leaves.

After 20 seconds of grinding, he then stopped. With a finger pointed at the mixture, Sol allowed a tiny bit of his Ether Energy out and into the paste.

He didn't need much at all, as these were very basic ingredients.

Finally, the paste absorbed the Ether and glowed momentarily in a golden shine before returning to its normal state.

Sol then took this paste and molded it into 3 balls, which soon hardened.

He picked them up in his palm, "It's done. I've created three Decent Grade pills."