Chapter 6

In a simple, unadorned small box, there were two types of potions. Orlan handed two vials to Ivankov and Ginny each.

"What is this?"

Ginny held the glass bottle up to the light, the pale purple spots within the potion seeming to shine even brighter under the sunlight.

"This is Glimmer, a product of Zaun's alchemical technology."

Zaun, like Piltover, was a region that had once been a single entity but split into two parts for various reasons.

While Piltover focused on Hextech development, Zaun was known for its unique alchemical technology. Although Orlan lived in Piltover, he had close ties with Zaun.

Orlan never considered Piltover superior to Zaun nor did he think Zaun's technology was inferior. He absorbed the strengths of different technologies and used them reasonably.

"Glimmer, what a beautiful name. It looks pretty too. I wonder how it tastes."

Ginny licked her lips. She believed that something that looked this good should taste good too—a simple thought, given that she had rarely had enough to eat over the years.

"It's not for eating. I'm giving this to you just in case."

Orlan didn't know what they would encounter on the island. Even though Ivankov and Ginny had rebellious thoughts, they were still essentially children.

The enemies they might face, whether notable figures from the regular timeline or moderately trained soldiers, were beyond their capabilities.

They had some stronger weapons, but in a sea where individual combat strength was critical, giving such powerful weapons to Ivankov and Ginny might backfire and aid the enemy instead.

"This small vial is for healing wounds. If you get seriously injured, it can save your life."

This was the original purpose of Glimmer: to heal external wounds and diseases. Alchemist Singed had extracted a new substance from a mutant lizard he raised, developing this potion.

A small amount could provide powerful healing effects.

Orlan had modified the Glimmer formula he obtained from a dream world, reducing its potency and eliminating addictive side effects at the cost of higher production costs.

However, considering the difficulty of obtaining raw materials from the mutant lizard, it might actually lower the overall cost.

"This is excellent. What about the larger vial?"

In such situations, a potion like this was practically a second life. Ivankov and Ginny carefully stored it before looking at the other syringe.

"Hopefully, you won't need it. It's for desperate times. If you're trapped, inject it into your heart. It might give you the strength to escape."

It was human nature to consider new products for warfare applications. Glimmer was no exception. Over time, its uses became more complex and dangerous. A high dose could cause unstable mutations.

Even Orlan's modified version retained this effect. A large dose directly injected into the heart could rejuvenate the body, providing extraordinary strength and unpredictable powers.

Zaun and Piltover had a complex and often contentious relationship. Compared to Piltover, Zaun fell short, and Glimmer was one of their weapons against the upper city.

"We don't have a complete army or powerful warriors. All we have left is our bodies.

This potion can burn life, turning the body into a better weapon, at least giving some fighting chance."

Burning life came with a price. In less critical situations, Orlan wouldn't favor such unstable substances.

"This is good stuff, ha ha! If it comes to that, it's way better than just waiting to die."

Saying they weren't scared would be a lie. But the fear of helplessness was greater than the fear of death for Ivankov, and even Ginny shared this sentiment.

After securing Orlan's potions, the two headed in another direction with a local guide, while Orlan gathered the remaining people to check the nearby granary.

After a while, Orlan's group found a warehouse in the valley, a fair distance from where Orlan's black ship had appeared.

The residents of God Valley had converted a natural cave into a warehouse, making it a natural refrigerator. At the entrance, thick iron chains locked the iron gate.

Crack.

With a crisp sound, a shark fish-man bit through the chains, the hard iron as brittle as cookies in his mouth.

"Shark, well done. Impressive racial talent. That's the bite force of a shark fish-man for you. Quite remarkable."

"Thanks for the praise, Orlan. You know, no one has ever praised me like that!"

The once fierce-looking fish-man was now a bit incoherent, excited by the praise. Shark could feel the genuine appreciation in Orlan's tone, unlike the usual discrimination from other humans.

"Don't get too excited. We have a lot to do. I hope you can take me to Fish-Man Island someday. I'm very interested in that underwater island."

"Yes, definitely."

Together, they pushed open the gate, revealing neatly stacked boxes under the light from the entrance. Upon inspection, they found well-preserved food. The warehouse manager hadn't pocketed any supplies.

Orlan had worried it might be an empty warehouse, which would have been troublesome.

But instead of encountering such a problem, Orlan found a large supply of sugar.

"Everyone, take as much sugar as you can. Prioritize dried meat. Take as much as you can carry; we don't know how long we'll have access to this place."

"Orlan, do you like sweets?"

Kuma carried a huge pack on his back, twice his height, loaded with supplies. Shark had similarly filled bags hanging from his waist. Hearing Orlan's directive to take more sugar, Kuma didn't quite understand why.

"Kuma, sugar is more than just sweet. It has many uses, especially in situations like this. It's an important strategic resource."

(End of Chapter)