The Kingdom of the malaise (31)

Moving from my position in the middle of the streets, carrying my newfound purchases.

I silently prepared everything I would need to craft things in this place.

Those things included reading the basic guide to making potions because I knew jack shit and placing everything I needed down.

Placing the anvil, crafting table/ bench, furnace and various chests.

I quickly grabbed the book as I slowly multi tasked.

Briefly skimming through the book, I was able to now know that potions were made with three very important things.

A bottle of water for the potion to be contained in.

A reagent that would prepare the water for the upcoming magic.

The reagents themselves which would decide the effects of the potion.

And a special alchemic fire that would heat up the reagents and melt them into the potion.

So far, after buying blaze powder which was one such alchemic flame, a special reagent called nether wart and a few water bottles.

The next step was to make the potion.

The first thing I thought about was how to use my own flaming hair instead of using blaze powder.

Something I probably won't do on a daily basis now that I think about it.

But with the blaze powder in my palm, I followed the books guide and placed it into the potion stand.

Trickling the orange sand like substance through the hole in the top, I closed off the cap and now stuffed the reagent into the small cubicle in the brewing stand.

Connecting three glass water bottles to the brewing stand, I sparked the flame needed to kickstart the reaction.

And seeing that it had started, I turned my attention to other things.

Quickly sorting through my inventory and dumping a majority of the things into the wooden chests.

A bubbling noise told me that the reaction was done and the water had been prepared for outside interference.

Smiling lightly, I threw a few alchemic reagents into the cubicle and went back to doing my own thing.

Besides organization, I had a lot of raw materials that appeared in my inventory, whether that came from buying them or looting mobs I will never know.

Quickly stuffing them into furnaces and lighting up the orange fires with the stone alcoves, I left the furnaces to do their magic.

Grabbing some already finished end products such as the dropped Linen, I threw it right into the crafting bench.

Fully watching the magic happen before my eyes, I ignored the happenstance as I fully gave up on learning how it worked without frying my brain much like the times I was in college preparing for the entrance exams.

Didn't get better then the smell of toasted brain in the... Morning/ evening, it was debatable which one it was since as stated brain was positively toasted.

Briefly recalling the past, I grabbed the end products straight from the furnace.

Briefly acknowledging that the materials were a bit too fresh from the furnace.

I threw them into the crafting table and let it do it's magic.

Morphing the many materials like clay, I made some normal iron armor which appeared in the form of knights armor.

Something I immediately equipped with one hand while using everything I had on hand but didn't have the time to do.

Sorting the incredibly cluttered inventory and using everything that I could.

Dissolving blueprints into tiny motes of light so that I could craft them later.

I watched as my crafting system swelled in size by only three slots.

Throwing a few more raw materials to craft many things such as new armor which rendered the iron knight armor I had crafted as useless.

Grabbing the finished potions that announced their finale with bubbling sounds coming from the top of the brewing stand.

I briefly admired the beautiful red colours before throwing them into my inventory.

Some sharp new weapons to replace the quickly weakening weapons I had on hand.

Rest in pieces [Broadsword] thank you goring killing random skeleton,[Infantry Bow] thank you for killing bat number something, [Marksman's bow] thank you for killing Kamikaze number something, [Ice Shards] thank you for freezing everything, [Blood Sword] for being able to use inferno cores full power and many other weapons that I had no choice but to use.

Briefly praying them for saving my life on many occasions and ending the lives of others on many other occasions.

I turned my attention to the survivors of the kingdom now that the pressing issues that were on the forefront of my mind had now disappeared.

Walking out of the alleyway I was briefly in, having stopped overflowing my inventory with random crap.

I decided to take a single double chest filled to the brim with my things.

Greeting the Survivors, they were both the same yet different from what I had initially imagined.

The survivors here were both harsh yet welcoming at the same time.

"Hey newbie!" A gruff looking man with several scars on their body greeted me.

Briefly wondering whether or not the man was going to attack me in a cliché apocalypse scenario type of events due to the trying circumstances.

The man instead did something else.

"If you're looking for a place to sleep the night you're at the wrong place bud"

Briefly stunned, the guy seemed to take my silence as something else and shrugged before heading off.

"The place you're looking for is over there"

Not before pointing somewhere else.

Staring at the guy who swaggered off, I shook my head in disbelief before turning somewhere else.

Taking coins from the survivors after selling a good majority of the items I currently had no use with.

I smiled as they were relatively accommodating with me despite being an accidental.

Pocketing the coins and going off to buy some raw materials that I would find useful due to various factors.

I eventually sold everything I had and got ready to rearrange my inventory with the new weapons.

However, as I was in the shopping district with several shop keepers doing what customers do.

Unbeknownst to me.

An army was being gathered from the farther reaches of the kingdom.

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"Ha haha HahHAHAHAHAH" The cloaked figure who overlooked the intact city from the top of a cliff face laughed like a maniac.

"I never expected to hit a wind fall such as this one!"

Clutching their stomach, a crazed light flashed through the figures deep black eyes tinged with a shade of orange.

Licking their parched lips, the figure smiled crazedily as below them.

An army of monsters were slowly forming underneath his watchful eye.

"Who would've thought that an army of Elites such as this one were still roaming around"

Looking at the army of monsters that he had gathered from the Toxic sewers which spanned across the entire Prisoners islands with satisfaction.

A giant scorpion with two arrows embedded into its shiny onyx purple chitin screeched loudly as it clacked it's large claws.

Crushing the large buff looking zombie that was pinning it down with its onyx claws.

Seeing that one monster was still trying to resist their control a cold look briefly flashed through their eyes before turning into wonderment.

Flashing from their spot on top of a makeshift throne strapped onto the back of some sort of zombified reptilian giant.

The figure lightly stopped right in front of the many eyes of the large scorpion before putting a hand on it's head.

And just like that a surge of memories suddenly nestled into the figures head.

Most notably, the memory of a familiar orange eyed man.

Seeing that man in the memory the figure chuckled darkly "It seems fate has indeed brought us together as I thought"

Turning to the scorpion, the orange gleam in their eyes intensified "giant Onyx Scorpion, although you don't accept me, on my honor as the last descendant, I will fulfil your wish and kill that man"

A mad gleam flashed through their orange eyes. "As fate wills it, I also wish to kill him painfully for interrupting my plans"

Perhaps sensing the determination hidden within the voice, the Scorpion hesitated for a moment before lowering their brandished claws.

A gleam of satisfaction glimmered through their open eyes.

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