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The ancient Eternity elixir.
When it was made, and by whom, no one knows.
What is known is that this ancient elixir has significantly superior effects compared to any existing potion and that it can no longer be produced due to the discontinuation of the recipe’s transmission.
Han Seul knew that even though there might be many ancient elixirs remaining in the world, they would not exceed ten.
And all of them were securely stored in the strongholds of giant organizations like the British royal family, the White House, or the Association of Extraordinary Beings.
Therefore, the occasional claims about ancient elixirs in the world were all fake, and it was almost impossible to determine their authenticity.
If there was no chance to see the actual object, how could one tell if it was real or fake?
But the moment Han Seul looked at this “red potion” in front of him, he was convinced.
‘This is... This is real.’
There was no other possibility.
The aroma resembled that of ‘Adam’s Sin,’ the fragrance that had captivated him into alchemy, created by the lineage of the British royal family.
When the British royal family sought out the black market’s top alchemist, a witch of darkness, secretly to restore the recipe for Adam’s Sin, one of the few who witnessed it on-site with his grandmother was Han Seul. Therefore, Han Seul knew.
“All ancient elixirs are simply dan-yak (丹藥).”
Since what he saw of the ancient elixir was all Adam’s Sin, it was mere speculation, but Han Seul was confident in his conjecture.
The more solid the elixir clumped together, the more potent its effects became.
Ultimately, the red dan-yak offered by the man was undoubtedly an ancient elixir.
Hence, Han Seul was momentarily swayed by the man’s statement of being able to create it.
The ability to produce an ancient elixir was equally as fatal and tempting.
However, Han Seul soon shook his head with regret.
“I’m sorry, but that would be difficult.”
“Why?”
“My skills are not at the level to create this.”
Han Seul, who had spent ten years attempting to solidify the elixir to no avail.
He knew better than anyone that obtaining a sample would not change anything.
Instead, it seemed evident that the samples would only be used to investigate the recipe.
In a moment of caution, Han Seul advised, “It is impossible to restore the ancient elixir with current alchemical techniques. If someone claims they can restore the recipe elsewhere, it must be a lie.”
However, the response he received was utterly unbelievable.
“We have the recipe. You just need to make it.”
“······You, you have the recipe?”
Han Seul blinked, thinking it was a joke, as he gazed at the man.
But the man’s expression did not seem like a jest at all.
No one would joke with such a serious expression.
In the end, Han Seul could only stare at the man in astonishment.
***
In truth, I did not possess the recipe for the elixir.
If I had it, why would I ask someone else to make it instead of making it myself?
‘Well, I might have asked someone else to make it because I was too lazy to do it myself.’
Regardless, I wouldn’t have disclosed the recipe.
Anyway, there was a reason I could be so sure.
[Encountered Replication Alchemist Han Seul!]
[Replication Window Opened.]
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▶ List of Replications Available
+ Red Dan-yak
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[Replication Cost: 500 SP]
[You have sufficient SP for replicating the elixir. However, the replicated elixir will have 10-20% lower efficacy compared to the original. (The reduction rate is not fixed.) Would you like to replicate it?]
‘Yes.’
······Han Seul was the method itself.
Han Seul, the only reproduction alchemist in Eternity.
That was the reason I went out of my way to find Han Seul, leaving behind the other two alchemists in Eternity.
“Shall we go inside and talk for a bit?”
“···Yes, let’s.”
I walked into the room that looked like an office, taking the lead as if it were my own room.
As I sat down on the chair, a piece of paper appeared frighteningly above my hand.
And then, a notification popped up above the paper.
[Red Elixir Manufacturing Method]
─When handed over to Han Seul, the replication of the Red Elixir will commence.
‘This wasn’t in the game.’
Is it about plausibility? Interesting.
With a wry smile, I decided to discuss the contract before handing over the manufacturing method.
Since this wasn’t a game, I couldn’t just entrust the production with a verbal agreement.
“What, what in the world is going on...”
In the swiftly organized situation, Han Seul was bewildered as to what had happened.
Drinking a potion, turning pale and collapsing alone, and rushing to help only to see the Bazerd Guild members falling. It felt like being possessed by a ghost.
“Seul, do you know where their guild is?”
“Yes? Yes, I do.”
“Then let’s go.”
“Um... okay?”
“If we’ve started, we need to finish cleanly.”
After all, there was something to tidy up. We had to finish quickly without wasting time.
I glanced at my watch.
4 p.m.
Three hours left until the auction.
There was more than enough time to wreck a guild on the first floor.
***
The place Han Seul led me to was a luxury residence located in the northern part of downtown.
“This is the headquarters of the Bazerd Guild.”
I marveled at the grandeur of the three-story luxury house reminiscent of a conglomerate.
“They must have a lot of money.”
“Yes, because they bleed the rich on the first floor.”
As we entered the alley leading to the building, three men who were chatting turned to look at us and furrowed their brows.
“What, who are you guys?”
Their reactions were far from friendly.
Well, was it natural considering the appearance of a man in a dark coat in April and a pale man who seemed like he hadn’t seen the sunlight?
Swish! Swish!
I used my strength to knock the heads of the two men leaning against the alley, causing the attitude of the remaining man to do a complete 180.
“W-what are you... who are you guys?”
“We’re here to see your guild leader.”
***
The headquarters of the Bazerd Guild, which controlled 30% of the first floor of the black market, the guild leader’s office.
Guild leader Ha Jae-myung, chewing on an apple while leaning back in his chair, chuckled at the words of his employee.
“Han Seul came to see me?”
“Actually, it’s not Han Seul, it’s the guy he brought.”
“Who’s that?”
“...The guy who wrecked our guys sent to Han Seul’s workshop.”
“Ah, let him in.”
“Yes?”
“Couldn’t you understand? Grind him up and bring him in. Check him out in the market too.”
“Yes.”
As the employee left, Ha Jae-myung lay back in his chair and licked his lips.
“Hah, those first floor kids must have lost their minds. Who do they think they’re dealing with.”
Ha Jaemyung, he was a prodigy who had achieved access to the third floor of the market.
Once a talent mobilized even for witch hunts, now he was seated on the first floor of the black market.
He wasn’t the type one could meet just by asking the alchemist Naburyangi on the first floor.
Of course, there was no doubt that Han Seyul had come looking for him.
Seeing his remarkable skills in alchemy, Ha Jaemyung had pressured him into revealing his workshop. It was like a cornered mouse baring its teeth.
“Quite presumptuous.”
Tilting his head, Ha Jaemyung gazed out the window. In the alley, a stubborn fellow who had come to meet him was facing off with guild members.
“Why are there ten people facing off against one guy?”
Although it didn’t sit well with him, there was no need to worry now.
At his command to grab and bring him, the guild members had thrown a few ‘Mah-tan’ beads over the man’s head. If hit properly, Mah-tan beads, which contained magical energy, would be fatal.
Although it was a small one, it should be enough to take down a single person.
Boom!
Confirming the explosion of Mah-tan, Ha Jaemyung turned his gaze away from the window.
And the employee who had left a while ago came back into the room.
“Well, did you figure out who he is?”
However, the employee’s face was pale. When Ha Jaemyung cocked his head, the employee stammered and spoke up.
“T-The thing is... I can’t access it.”
“What do you mean? You can’t access it in the market?”
“It’s rated as inaccessible. It seems like you need to be at least on the fifth floor.”
“What!?”
Ha Jaemyung snapped his head towards the window.
His eyes widened. Where Mah-tan had been, a perfectly fine man stood.
Followed by guild members falling down one by one.
“N-No... Noblesse?”
Ha Jaemyung’s trembling voice echoed in the room.