Magic!

Russell, this kid... Professor Black Amber, who has long been accustomed to Russell's way of thinking, was not surprised and just chuckled twice.

Duncan, who was sitting in the principal's seat with his feet on the table, showed a positive smile towards Russell, as if to say:

"What a great idea. He is indeed the best student in this class of the academy!"

But Russell immediately rejected this idea:

"However, if I were resurrected in outer space, it would be a big trouble. At such a long distance, even using a teleportation ring would not allow me to return to Earth. What's more, all my equipment will be lost after my resurrection..."

Putting this question behind him for the time being, Russell asked Duncan again:

"By the way, Mr. Principal. The second round of the competition will be held deep in the jungle outside the college. This means that I will be out of the protection of the college's protective barrier. I am worried that the thorn bird, which has always had special thoughts about me, may take advantage of this opportunity. Attack me.

"Although I have a dimensional ring that facilitates escape, a demon king in my heart, and now I have become a fourth-year powerhouse, I still cannot completely ignore this threat. Mr. Principal, what can you do?"

"You are quite cautious." Duncan got off the principal's chair and walked towards Russell on the sofa:

"In this case, let me add another layer of insurance for you. Stretch out your hand!"

Duncan drew a mysterious silver symbol on his outstretched palm. The symbol flickered a few times and then disappeared, seemingly integrated into his palm.

"This is the mark that summons me, and it can last for more than a month. If you really encounter a danger that you cannot resist, you can inject spiritual energy into it and summon me directly to your side. Even most of the barriers that block teleportation can There is no stopping my coming.”

After drawing the mark, Duncan's face was obviously a little tired. It was obvious that this was not a gift that could be given casually.

Russell looked at Duncan's lovely and carved face, and felt warm in his heart. He felt a little more respect and gratitude for the principal of the college. He nodded quickly and thanked the principal for the gift:

"Thank you, Mr. Principal. You and Professor Black Amber are both my irreplaceable mentors on the extraordinary path!"

After bowing to Duncan and Black Cat one after another, Russell emphasized:

"If I succeed in winning the championship, after negotiating with Clara and Subway to allocate the prize money, I will use the prize money to pay off my student loans!"

The cost of entering fourth grade and purchasing a fourth-grade knowledge scroll was 500 college gold coins. Russell spent almost all his savings on this, and also applied for a student loan of 400 college gold coins from the college - such a high amount. The loan exceeded the application limit. If Mr. Principal had not given special permission, he would not have been able to apply for so much at once.

"Very good, looking forward to your performance, kid."

The black cat smiled at the boy, and the boy's heroic figure was reflected in the weathered amber pupils.

"What are you going to do in the more than a week before the start of the second round?" Duncan asked curiously.

Russell replied sternly:

"I plan to continue the mission assigned by the school and you, Mr. Principal - to prepare a potion that can allow those students who have turned back to ordinary people to regain extraordinary powers."

After successfully being promoted to a fourth-year master and truly mastering the secrets of blood magic, Russell found that his understanding of the nature of life had made a huge leap forward.

Everything he had learned in the necromancy and life courses in the first to third years in the past seemed to be integrated into everything. He seemed to see that the crown symbolizing the essence of life in the mystical world was already close at hand and could be taken off at any time.

"After becoming a fourth-year master, how likely are you to be able to cure those students who have lost their extraordinary powers?" Duncan asked with a smile.

Now, nearly half a year has passed since the occult plague incident in the Academy of Higher Education, and the storm has almost subsided. Duncan no longer had much hope that a cure would be found for those students.

Professor Black Amber's eyes were also fixed on Russell's face. He was a little scared and a little expecting that Russell was about to give the answer.

"Ninety percent!" Russell said decisively, "This is my certainty of curing them."

"So high?" Professor Black Amber and Duncan were surprised at the same time.

"Child, why did you say that?" Black Cat's eyes were half surprised and half confused.

The corners of Russell's mouth were slightly raised, a smile that represented confidence:

"Because I originally wanted to say 100%, but I can't say too much."

When the boy finished speaking, even the devil in his heart trembled slightly.

…

Russell didn't waste a moment and went straight back to his mansion.

When Russell was promoted to become a blood mage, his level of understanding of witchcraft in the entire occult world had already made a qualitative leap. The answer that symbolizes the ultimate form of life is already ready to be revealed, just waiting for his practice.

"200 grams of red dates and 200 grams of wolfberry. This is the color of blood and the philosopher's stone.

"100 grams of black sesame seeds and 100 grams of white sesame seeds. This is the symbol of Yin and Yang in the world..."

In the specialized refining room, Russell mixed and cooked the simplest and most common ingredients one after another, and from time to time injected a wisp of bright red magic power into them - that was the appearance of Russell's spiritual energy after mastering blood magic. appear.

The rich fragrance filled the alchemy room and occasionally drifted out of the window, making the children passing by make them cry.

"Young man, the materials you used are so simple!" The devil in my heart couldn't help but sigh, "Can this drug really restore those students who have lost their extraordinary powers?"

"Yes. Or at least this is one of the functions." Russell's answer was firm and unquestionable. "This is the most ironic thing, isn't it? The ultimate dream that humans dream of can be achieved with the simplest materials. touch."

The young man stared closely at the fragrant liquid mixed in the crucible, and his supersensory perception already had a premonition of the coming success.

He even had the illusion that this prescription, which could only be used by him, a mutant, had long been buried deep in his heart. He can only dig it out after he becomes a fourth-year student in the Department of Necromancer and Life and truly realizes the deep nature of the concept of life.

In fact, Russell had a deep feeling that the physique of his character and all his destiny from the time he was created until now were all prepared for this moment.

He was born for this potion!

"finished!"

After completing the final process, Russell took out a small amount of medicine from the crucible and poured it into the glass bottle.

Russell gently lifted the glass bottle and looked at its appearance toward the sun.

The newly created potion is as red as blood, but there are dreamlike bubbles tumbling in it, but it exudes a dreamlike fragrance, as if it is a materialized dream.

Russell knew that the ultimate dream that mankind has pursued for hundreds of thousands of years is contained in such a small bottle.

"I succeeded."

Russell didn't even need to deliberately check it, but Russell already felt his success.

This is not only because the knowledge of blood magic strengthened his understanding of medicinal materials and medicines, allowing him to automatically know the purpose of the medicine the moment the refining was successful.

Or is it because Russell felt the spiritual feedback of practicing extraordinary things——

His spiritual ocean is completely boiling because of this unprecedented ultimate initiative!

The demon king who coexisted with Russell in his heart also felt the churning of Russell's spirituality:

"Young man, your spirituality has suddenly improved a lot?"

"Yes, I have reached my peak in the middle of the fourth grade." Russell said the amazing fact calmly.

Russell's cell phone rang, and there was a message from Duncan who was also confused:

"Russell, what's going on? I felt it through the mark. Your spirituality suddenly increased a lot!"

Russell looked calm and replied to the message, as if he had expected this day;

"Mr. Principal, my medicine refining was successful because the medicine involves changing the essence of life. It just practices herbalism and blood magic and obtains spiritual feedback. I have been promoted to the peak of the mid-fourth grade. There is only a thin line between them later in the grade.”

Duncan sent out a series of exclamation points and surprised expressions to vent his shock:

"Are you kidding? You just entered the early fourth grade a few hours ago! With such exaggerated spiritual feedback, did you save the world?"

Duncan is not kidding. Even if it is a great deed that alarms the whole world, the spiritual feedback it brings at one time is about this big - allowing a powerful person who has just entered the fourth grade to enter the middle of the fourth grade, maybe to the middle. peak.

Russell just replied calmly with one word:

"yes."

What Russell did not say was that the value and significance of his achievements should not only allow him to be promoted to the peak of the mid-fourth grade. After fully practicing extraordinary, he should directly become a fifth-grade legend.

The reason why there is so little feedback from practicing extraordinary spirituality is because he has just taken the first step and refined the first pot of potion. The dream potion that can change human history has not been really used yet. The process of getting promoted and practicing excellence is incomplete and the feedback effect is minimal.

The devil in my heart finally couldn't help but ask:

"Young man, what on earth have you refined? You just refined a drug that can restore the strength of more than 100 students who have lost their extraordinary powers. You should not receive such an exaggerated spiritual feedback!"

The wind chimes and sleep demons who heard the conversation between the two on the mobile phone also appeared in the air one after another.

Feng Chime's eyes lit up and he asked excitedly:

"Russell Russell, have you refined some other more powerful medicine, the kind that can forever carve your name in the entire history of the extraordinary world?"

Russell shook the bright red, dreamlike liquid in the bottle, his eyes seemed to be frozen in it. He did not answer the question directly but stroked his left chest with one hand:

"Mr. Demon King, do you remember? We had a competition half a year ago. We made a bet on who could be the first to develop a drug that can cure students who have lost their extraordinary powers."

"Yes." The Demon King still remembers this. Russell deliberately asked for this to be a competition. "Young man, congratulations on winning!"

Russell nodded slightly, then smiled and said:

"Mr. Demon King. Do you still remember that as a master of alchemy, you were driven by the desire for justice and wanted to do something for mankind? And why did you join forces with the Thorn Bird?"

The Demon King was silent for several seconds, already vaguely guessing the meaning of Russell's words and the true purpose of the medicine he refined.

Wang Xiaoming still remembers the ambitious words he said in front of Russell and Duncan:

“When I was still human, I was an alchemist.

"Therefore, I hope to refine a drug that will allow humans to sublimate their life forms while retaining their original minds and personalities, and permanently transform into truly extraordinary creatures without side effects, with long or even infinite lives. longevity, and supernatural powers.”

The Demon King suddenly realized something and asked in a deep voice:

"The potion you just refined can increase lifespan and give ordinary people extraordinary powers - just like the 'Awakening Potion' developed by Thorn Birds and has been secretly studied by the Supreme Council."

"Absolutely," Russell nodded and told the effect of the dreamy bright red potion with bubbles rising one after another in the bottle:

“I named this potion ‘Dream’.

“The dream potion has two effects.

"The first is to allow ordinary people to awaken spiritually and become extraordinary without side effects. Unlike the awakening potion of the Thorn Bird, the extraordinary power brought by the drug has no time limit and does not require continuous medication to maintain.

"The most important thing is that the refining materials of the medicine are very simple, and there is no need to sacrifice the lives and souls of other extraordinary beings."

Whether it was the Demon King or the floating wind chimes and sleep demons, they couldn't help but gasp at this moment - even though they may not actually need to breathe.

There is no time limit for ordinary people to become extraordinary people forever. The "herbs" needed are just wolfberry, red dates and other common ingredients.

Being able to mass-produce a large number of extraordinary beings, in an extraordinary world with a population of only tens of thousands, is definitely a strategic-level weapon, and may even subvert the normal order and normalcy of the entire extraordinary world. No wonder Russell was able to receive such exaggerated spiritual feedback after practicing the potion.

Suddenly, Feng Chime's eyes became much hollower, and he showed a self-deprecating smile:

"So, did I die in vain?"

In the alchemy room, the air suddenly solidified, and a deathly silence filled the air.

Whether it is Russell, the Sleep Demon or the Demon King, they all know that the reason why Feng Chime was brutally killed by the Thorn Bird and was forever forgotten by all her relatives, friends and even herself was because she became a sacrifice for refining the "Awakening Potion".

A trace of sadness appeared on Russell's face, and his tone was a little choked:

"Yes. Wind Chime, you and many people, including those extraordinary people who died tragically at the hands of the Thorn Birds, as well as those victims in the M3 Research Institute under the Supreme Council.

"All of your deaths were unnecessary and avoidable. They were just sacrifices offered by greedy people in pursuit of extraordinary dreams.

"Potions made from red dates, wolfberries and black sesame seeds instead of living people have the same effect. No, much better effects! Although I am the only mutant in the world who can make them in this way, but This is enough."

Feng Chime nodded slightly, with a smile that was half self-deprecating and half gratifying. His heart was full of emotions, perhaps mixed with the anger of revenge.

The Demon King asked:

"Young man, your invention has indirectly saved many people. However, how many potions can you refine in a day? Well, let's assume that the definition of a potion is to enable an ordinary person to achieve spiritual awakening."

The value of the materials was too low, and Russell's own refining efficiency was the key factor limiting the production of dream potions and the birth of extraordinary beings.

There is no doubt that refining the dream potion requires the participation of Russell's spiritual energy, and Russell's daily spiritual energy cannot be unlimited!

As long as Russell can refine more than 20 potions a day, he can double the number of people in the entire extraordinary world in less than 10 years. This is definitely an invention that can subvert the normalcy of the extraordinary world.

And now there are at least a dozen bottles of potion in such a crucible, so the Demon King speculates that the amount of potion Russell can refine in a day is probably far more than 20 doses!

Russell showed an ironic and helpless smile:

“It is very ironic that the spiritual energy consumed in refining such a powerful potion is actually very small - just like the materials required to refining it are extremely cheap.

"This is my first time refining the dream potion, so I am more careful. I can use a large vat to refine the potion later. If I refine it with all my strength, I can refine it in about a day..."

Russell paused, and the answer he spoke made the devil in his heart tremble suddenly, almost coming out of his heart.

"About 40,000 to 50,000 copies. Enough for tens of thousands of ordinary people to transform into extraordinary beings."