Witcher:Blood Sequences

"Magic Potion - Enlightenment, Origin of Sequence, activates the 'Evil Sense' ability, slightly enhances physical fitness, recipe as follows..."

"100 milliliters of pure water..."

"50 milliliters of magic shark blood..."

"One ripe Puro Fruit..."

"Boiling..."

Following the guidelines in his magic guidebook, he slowly heated the crucible.

"Cough cough..."

As the pot of cloudy-colored potion boiled, an irritating gas puffed up, and Eleazar, who was watching intently, couldn't avoid it on the spot, and was left with tears in his eyes and a fiery sting on his face.

The potion that had finished evaporating its gases quickly began to change color, and Eleazar forced himself to hold back the discomfort and immediately took over to move on to the next stage of the potion.

"Add the main ingredient, a mana artichoke..."

"Add the byproduct of alchemy, 10 grams of fine gold powder..."

"Add the companion mineral, one red obsidian..."

As the pure ruby plunged in, the potion changed once more, first bulging with dense bubbles and then rising in a mysterious color.

"Gollum Gollum Gollum ...."

Eleazar, who had just been wondering in his mind how it was possible for the stone to be boiled, turned his head to look at the book of magic guides spread out next to him, which confirmed that he had not made a mistake in his steps.

"Normal dissolution phenomenon, keep stirring..."

"Until all the material is fused..."

The dark green potion gradually became transparent and yellowish, as viscous as maltose, and emitted a clear and light fragrance.

"The finished product is a translucent amber color, viscous and lightly scented..."

"Did it work?"

Eleazar leaned down and took a long sniff, then picked up the silver rod that had been stirring the potion as if to take a lick of the residue on it.

[Magic Potion: Enlightenment]

[Effect: Activates abilities, slightly improves physical fitness]

[Potency: Highly toxic]

[Pre-requisite: Completion of the 'Green Grass Trial' and possession of a pass].

Thinking back to the book's introduction, he hesitated.

Magic Potion Magic Potion, medicine as its name suggests, this kind of advanced alchemy potion... It's not something for ordinary people to drink, it contains intense toxicity, and ordinary people will die if they touch it!

Putting down the silver rod, Eleazar looked around silently.

He never thought that he would inherit such a legacy.

It was a mysterious laboratory, dimly lit, or rather there were no lights at all, and the illumination depended on a crystal ball that emitted an eerie glow.

The carpet was the fur of an unknown animal, and pitch-black fluff covered the entire room, with an alchemy lab table in the center, combining the processing of metals, the mixing of potions, the dissection of biological samples... All sorts of functions in one.

The shelves against the wall on either side were divided and stored with a variety of materials, odd stones, unintelligible herbs, and glass vials of organs of unknown creatures soaked chillingly.

It's a Witcher's laboratory, used as a supernatural relic for storing materials, mixing magic potions, crafting alchemical items, and working with metal gems.

The last owner of the place was his late father, whose funeral had been held some time ago.

...

No one could have imagined that a watch store owner would have such a hidden identity behind his back, and even his son was kept in the dark.

Though Eleazar only now learns the secret, he realizes that his father has already prepared everything for him.

He was initiated into the occult when he was a child and could read the books here and knew the taboos, and even the medicines he had to take every day for his ill health were the highly poisonous substances needed for the 'Green Grass Trial'.

It was a cruel trial of consuming poisonous herbs for years and years as a way to gain poison resistance and thus have the qualifications to take alchemical potions.

The success rate indicated in the book is only 3% .....

He suffers from a terminal illness, and I'm afraid that his father would put him through this brutal trial to cure him.

Eleazar has been in poor health since he was a child, and when he went to the hospital for a checkup, he realized that he suffered from a serious congenital disease, as he grew older, all the organs in his body were slowly failing, and in the latter part of his body, he could not even continue his normal life.

This difficult disease is difficult to treat, and has been to many places to seek medical help, but there is no help, at that time already understood Eleazar, and had accepted their fate was about to be invalid...

But in the twilight of a broken sun, the dispirited father sat for a long time in silence at the edge of his hospital bed and rose to fetch a bottle of an unknown potion to give him an injection.

That memory was a bit fuzzy, probably automatically blocked out by the brain because it was so painful, Eleazar only remembered that he was in excruciating pain every day during that time...

No matter how much he cried and begged for mercy, he didn't get his father to stop that horrible behavior until he passed out himself.

In retrospect, that one was probably the most brutal initial stage of the 'Green Grass Trial' - toxic adaptation.

Digging in his pants pocket, Eleazar pulled out the unmarked pill bottle.

It was filled with dozens of pale yellow, diamond-shaped tablets, brightly colored to look like candy and chewed with a faint sweet orange flavor.

This pill, which he had grown up eating, was a highly toxic herbal concoction used to stimulate the most important ability of all, poison resistance.

Having already taken this medicine for over a decade, he now welcomes the final stage - the Poison Trial.

Drink the magic potion and test the poison resistance results.

Successful, he would be reborn, taking over this ancient legacy and becoming the new Transcendent, the perpetrator of the Hidden Secrets.

Failure would cost him everything, including his life.

Looking at the cooled magic potion on the table, Eleazar was silent for a moment.

"Transcendence..."

He glanced at the lab and closed the spread-out magic guidebook again - [Witcher's Instruction Manual]

Even if he didn't take the magic potion, he had a feeling in his heart that he wouldn't be able to last much longer.

The debilitating disease had nearly drained him of his life force.

"If it's death either way, then it's better to let go."

Eleazar put his heart on the line and quickly poured the magic potion into the cup.

Somewhat shaky hands nearly spilled the magic potion out of the cup.

The ultimate trial with only a 3% success rate... Can one succeed?

This complete unknown with a hint of fluke made his heartbeat gradually accelerate.

Courage and fear fought for a moment before Eleazar suddenly tilted his head back, not giving himself a chance to regret it, and quickly drank the magic potion in one gulp.

The still somewhat warm liquid slid down his throat, and before he could realize what it was like, another icy chill quickly crept up the back of his spine and into his head.

Boom!

In that instant, it was like a new galaxy had exploded in my head!

Pain!

It hurts!

Heads are going to explode!

"Dang!"

The cup slipped from his hand and rolled across the floor to the corner.

Eleazar covered his head and his body planted right back on the ground, his mouth was wide open but not a sound could come out of his throat.

The unbearable pain made his consciousness gradually blur, and his wide eyes gradually became dull and lifeless...