Disciple of Immortal

I was doing experiments at the Inn spreading large kilns and materials and smelting God's Blood Ether.

On the wall stands the three "Dream King's Masks" that Philia has put out.

There are three faces of Zolophilia looking at this one, I feel something that doesn't quite feel right.

If I see it in the middle of the night, I'm going to be unable to sleep.

"The Dream King's Mask" is a tremendous item that emits magic to greatly aid in its change for all alchemy.

In short, it is the ultimate catalyst for alchemy.

He toured this mask, where only two exist in the world, and said it was an item that has become a spark of great war in the millennium of history.

I have three here for some reason.

The main ingredients of the Blood Ether of God are three: The Brain Spirit of the High Demon, Shizuku of the Spirit Tree, and Adamant Ore.

"Brain of the High Demon" can be randomly captured in "Curse Mirror of the Distorted Realms".

"Shizuku the Spirit Tree" still exists for plenty of Spirit Urzotl to prepare.

The alchemy procedure for Adamant Ore has already been established and materials can be secured.

Other fine ingredients were also collected safely by Gannett.

"We have all the ingredients to see if this is still the case. You can retry as much as you want if you fail, and some of the data you've learned from previous failures. Today is the day to succeed in the alchemy of God's Blood Ether."

"... Um, Mr. Canata. Like before, it doesn't explode."

Pomera asks me terribly.

I shook my hand from left to right laughing.

"It's okay. If it explodes, we'll hold it down with junctional magic."

"An explosion is inevitable..."

Pomera dropped her shoulder disappointingly.

"Kanata, mask, just three sheets okay?

I laughed bitterly at Philia's words.

"Ha ha... from the fourth sheet, its, because the rate and percentage of change is too great to control if it's my power... Look, it could be a failure like before..."

As a matter of fact, three days ago, I ran an alchemy experiment using five copies of Philia's "The Mask of the Dream King".

Theoretically, it should have greatly reduced the attenuation of the magic power held by the material when smelting the Blood Ether of God and increased its manufacturing efficiency.

It was also gratifying to be able to reduce the material consumption of a single experiment, as the alchemy of God's Blood Ether itself has not yet succeeded.

But here's the case.

When there were five Masks of the Dream King, it seemed that the power to promote magical changes in the substance held by the Masks of the Dream King was working in some unexpected way.

The materials merged in an unexpected way, crawling around the room like a slime, merging with The Dream King's Mask.

I flew around the room with giant legs, and I was desperate with Pomera to crusade to keep the mysterious Alchemy Life (Homunculus) out of the room.

If I had taken a wrong step, it could have been a mayhem involving Manarak.

Perhaps The Brain Marrow of the High Demon did the wickedness.

Since the fundamental part of why it happened instead of how to deal with it remains opaque, I decided not to use the five-piece overlay of "Dream King's Mask" anymore.

Four sheets, I don't really feel like trying.

The drive for change is too intense to grasp what makes any difference at all.

With my knowledge and brains, I can't ripen with four or five.

Simmer the ingredients in a large kiln and impart my magic to encourage change.

"If I'm not mistaken in my previous theory, this should do it..."

In my words, Pomera smiles with a slightly convulsed bitterness.

There must have been some anxiety leaking in the voice color.

"Um, shouldn't you ask Mr. Renaele, Mr. Canata's master, to help you?

"... I wish I could do that"

"Can't you? Are you saying that your master has already left this city?

"No, maybe not yet, I think I'm in Manarak. I can't explain it well... you're avoiding me... maybe I'm a little confused because I'm not a very public person..."

The last time I spoke with Renaele was shortly after the Spider Demon King Mother Battle.

I poked because there was a part of her story that bothered me, but maybe that tasted a little bad.

If you can walk out of the city now, I wish you'd stay with me, but he's got that thing hooked up with him.

The only way to have a good conversation with Renaele is to discover it first, poke a gap and somehow restrain it.

... Most importantly, Renaele is my master in all areas of combat technology.

On top of the completely different local forces, it would be nearly impossible to poke the impression.

I may have to wait for some cuts to come or wait for time to resolve them.

In short, it is a request for luck or a request for time.

"Kah, Kanata, you should think later! The cauldron is boiling! Something...... I don't know, but it sounds awesome banging!

The lid of the cauldron was making a dong and dong noise as if it had been slapped from the inside.

"Excuse me!

I rush to adjust the magic I'm imparting to the cauldron and gauge the stabilization of the inner state.

"Well, that sounds good so far..."

The moment I said so, the three "Dream King Masks" that were standing on the wall began to rock violently with the clatter.

Katakata, Katakata.

Katakata, Katakata.

It was as if he were laughing.

"Hiiiiiii! Ka, Kanata, isn't this, like, another demon fragment doing something!?

Pomera comes to me with a pale face.

Philia was amused and drowsy looking at the laughing masks.

"Everyone seems to have fun!

I gently pulled out "Hero Sword Gilgamesh" from my sheath and turned to "Dream King's Mask".

When it comes down to it, we need to destroy it immediately and return it to "Sand of Dreams".

It's bad for Philia, but it doesn't seem like a fun thing to do.

There are many parts of what happens that are completely unknown.

After all, The Mask of the Dream King may be a little dangerous in all three.

Even one has done enough work for me, so I might as well reduce it.

But the mysterious laughter of "The Dream King's Mask" quickly subsided, elsewhere worrying about me and Pomera.

I am relieved to return the Hero Sword Gilgamesh to the sheath.

"Kanata...... after all, isn't that face dangerous?

"... more than two, I think I'll stop using them at the same time. I don't think so, but I don't think there's a zero chance that a high-ranking demon or Zolophilia pseudo will be born out of that mask..."

I tried to open the lid of the cauldron.

Inside, the green liquid was raised.

Before I thought about it, I was pulling Acacia's Memoir out of my magic bag.

Now if you scroll cluttered without thinking, and that page comes out......

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[God's Blood Ether] "Value: Epic"

The main ingredient is the spirit medicine that boils the brain marrow of the high-ranking demon.

It is said to have ingredients close to the atmosphere of God's world.

Sharpens and clarifies the magical sensations of the swallowed, while greatly restoring magic.

He once said that the Great Mage had spoken of obtaining the truth of the world when he swallowed the Blood Ether of God.

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Come on, I'm coming!

The unconscious opening of the "Blood Ether of God" page meant that it succeeded in alchemy.

"Yes, I should have. This is a success!

"Is that true? You did it, Mr. Canata! Now you can finally build your own medicine to restore magic!

"That means you weren't wrong about this way of making it. The mask laughed, I was a little surprised..."

Pomera frowned a little at my words.

"Mr. Kanata... Could it be that next time," The Mask of the Dream King, "you're not going to do it in three...? I was just saying it could be dangerous..."

Pomera tells me to check.

... Certainly danger is dangerous.

But this is how we succeeded.

Reducing the number of masks naturally changes the ratio of materials.

Maybe if the number of masks is not enough, the change is too small to make "God's Blood Ether" in the current method.

Even the cost of materials for experimentation is multiplied by the price of not being stupid.

Sure, I was scared the mask laughed, but in the end nothing happened.

"Mr. Pomera, would you like to hit your hand with two masks?

"Eh, I have trouble persuading Pomera..."