Alchemy competition. Max losing his mind part 1

Soon the end of the blacksmithing competition has come to its end. The level of the equipment was close and one of the brats from a third level country named Bultor won the first prize. The kings and queens of the different countries heard from Max that the kids were just lucky to get a little better or worse result and they lacked the basic understanding on whats really important. Because of that the king of the country that won could not really brag about it. The first three youths from the different countries were looking at their kings and queens with the desire for praise and they got it, but not in the amount they wanted.

They did not know Max have called them monkeys and explained that this competition is useless with their knowledge on the process of blacksmithing.

Soon the alchemy competition was about to start. There was a thirty minutes pause to let people go and buy a drink or some food. Also it was the best time to chat. The different rulers talked with Max about blacksmithing and alchemy. Some even tried to introduce him to their students or even daughters. Max did not mind. He needed to pass the time somehow.

After a little chit chat the preparations for the competition were ready, but there was a problem. The old man that was responsible for the alchemy union branch needed to be the judge but he was given a task by the union and could not attend. It caused another break for everyone for another half an hour while the organizers tried to find a worthy judge for the competition. It was hard to find a worthy candidate. When the time of the second break almost came to an end the empress just suggested to organizers to ask king Max to be the judge. He was an alchemist and a king. It was more than a worthy figure.

The organizer also thought about it but he did not want to touch a king for such task. After getting the permission from the empress the organizer walked over to Max and explained the situation. Max did not really care to comply. He wanted to see if there was someone worthy he could take under himself. Good alchemists were rare and he did not really had high hopes for even one of the brats to be even decent, but hope always died last and because of that he agreed.

The task for the brats was to make a healing potion and Max did not mind to go with the flow. The announcer said: "Ladies and gentlemen! I am very sorry for the delay! Please meet the young alchemist that will shape the future generation and our judge, king Max that is an official alchemist of the alchemist union and a king of the Yin Yang country."

The announcement caused a lot of cheers from the crowd. Alchemy was a noble profession. If someone was successful in it they will be filthy rich for sure. Even an apprentice will be have good money paid for his work.

The announcer continued: "Today the competition is simple. All the young alchemists here need to make a health potion. All the materials are located at your tables. You have three hours of time! Good luck!"

Max thought: 'Three hours of time? What the fuck? Are they going to make few potions and I need to pick the best of them? Damn. I hope there will be someone a little decent.'

Max was also located at a small stage the was around two in a half meters tall. It allowed Max to observe the brats and see that no one was cheating or trying to kill himself or the people around with some crazy shit they were planning intentionally or not. Max was taking it seriously. Because even with those materials you could cause things to blow up if you were a retard. It is like to give a monkey a grenade. It was not safe.

Max also wished good luck with an amplified voice and the competition began. From the beginning Max saw that those kids were not going to make anything good. They did not check the ph of the water. Max was sure they did not even knew what the hell it meant. Even while ignoring this stage Max was pretty sure they still had some chance to make a low level potion. He still had hope, but what happened after made him shocked, then angry, then fuming, and then he wanted to kill somebody.

Max's forehead started to pulse with veins coming out. In his mind he was screaming: 'WHAT THE FUCK!!!!'

The different brats were doing horrendous shit. Some were putting the alchemical ingredients that were not turned into power into the water, some were making some soup, while putting random ingredient parts, some were playing with the temperature like fucking retards.

Max did not understand what was happening. That's how they were thought? It was horrible. First he wanted to level the stage with the students, but then he wanted to give everyone a chance. A chance for redemption before he will lose it completely. As someone that gave it around 700 years making alchemical potions, pills and pellets he could not see the brats doing such thing to the alchemical products given.

From the stage where the empress, kings and queens were sitting they could feel Max's rising killing intent. It was like a living entity. It was going weaker and then a lot stronger. It was like Max was trying to keep himself under control and not lose his shit, but he was doing a crappy job. Some of them felt shivers down their spine. It was a scary feeling. The killing intent Max was emanating while trying to keep it under control was very scary. Most of the powerhouses of the empire could feel it. It were mage apprentices at the middle stages and higher and first level knights and higher. The youths at the stage were not at such level and that's why they did not feel Max losing his mind. After a few moments when everyone was sure Max was going to do some crazy shit the killing intent lowered down and Max shouted: "STOP!"