Arthur locked his room door tightly and sat in front of a large table filled with various items. He took a deep breath and pulled the magic beast cores out of his Dinsional Storage. Calmly, he placed one of the beast cores into a bowl and began crushing it with force.
"I hope this works."
After grinding the core into a dark red powder, he poured it into a clay cup, then sliced a lemon and squeezed part of it in. With precision, he added five drops of monster blood, followed by ten drops of olive oil.
The mixture began to hiss faintly, accompanied by wisps of dark smoke. After waiting for about a minute, Arthur added half a cup of water, mixed the contents, and soaked lavender into the blend to release its aromatic scent. Before finishing, he added more water and lemon juice and left the mixture to settle.
"I followed the diluted version of the recipe, just like in the novel... so I should be fine. Wait—if I use the Plot Savant skill, it should confirm my hypothesis."
He quickly activated Plot Savant and examined the bowl.
[ Brutal Enhancent Potion, Purity Level: 87% ]
[ Safe for consumption ]
"That's good." Arthur smiled in satisfaction—though the smile didn't last long. He rembered what he was about to endure by drinking this potion.
Magical and enhancent potions were common in this world. All Boundless were expected to consu strengthening elixirs to boost their power and increase their stats. So rare and hidden recipes existed, known only to a few—like this Brutal Enhancent Potion Arthur had just made. It originated from a tribe of beastkin who lived in The Wild Plains.
Although the potion had incredible enhancent effects, it ca with a nasty side effect: it hurt like hell. He had to be careful not to take too much, as his body was still far too weak. Even though he followed a diluted recipe to avoid exploding, caution was still necessary.
Once the potion was ready, he filtered it through a narrow sieve. The dark red liquid released a stench that nearly made him gag. With difficulty, he forced himself to drink it—despite the revolting taste. After gulping down half the cup, he stopped and set it aside, quickly moving to his bed.
He took a deep breath and braced himself for the hellish pain the potion would bring. Seconds ticked by like minutes, but nothing happened. His tension eased, replaced by confusion.
"Was the novel exaggerating? Or did the lower purity reduce the pain?" He got up and rubbed his forehead suspiciously.
"Ugh..."
Suddenly, his guts clenched. His heart pounded like a war drum, veins throbbing. He clamped his mouth shut, holding back a scream, only letting out a muffled groan. With great effort, he lay back down and remained still.
A few minutes passed—ones that felt like hours—before the pain finally subsided. His body was soaked in sweat.
"Finally..." he gasped, panting madly. He stood up and drank so water to ease the burning in his stomach. Despite the crushing exhaustion, he didn't return to bed. Instead, he drew his sword from Dinsional Storage and began swinging it, mimicking the movents he rembered from old samurai programs back on Earth.
The novel ntioned that the best thing to do after drinking the Brutal Enhancent Potion was to train, as it would help circulate the potion's effects throughout the body. As he moved, he felt searing heat rushing through his veins.
Hours passed in a frenzy of intense training. When night finally fell, Arthur, still playing the role of the domineering heir, called in the maids to clean him up, then went to have his dinner. Afterward, he stopped by the bathroom—and what he saw and slled there gave him nightmares that night.
...
The next morning, he woke up feeling incredibly refreshed, despite the awful dreams. His first thought was:
'Damn these barbarians. I want to enlighten them with my modern knowledge... but I can't. Arvan, known for his debauchery and cruelty, can't suddenly be a genius.'
Lying on his bed, he muttered, "I can't live a normal life... I can't run, and going ho is impossible. Maybe my current position isn't so bad. But first, I need to eliminate obstacles and solidify my standing."
Arthur wasn't evil or heartless. He was simply logical. He realized that a soft heart and modern ideals about human rights wouldn't help him here. What he needed was the iron heart of a tyrant who ruled with strength and decisiveness.
"Yeah... that's what it'll take. My life cos first. Even if I sohow fix things for the real Arvan, I still need to survive the coming disasters." He narrowed his eyes coldly, rose from bed, opened the window, and looked out over the large village.
"I need to change things. This village is dood in the novel. The first catastrophe strikes in just three months."
After casting out the last of his hesitation, he calmly drank the remaining Brutal Enhancent Potion from the day before, drew his sword, and resud his training. He resisted the burning pain, forcing himself to stay focused while swinging the blade.
The pain lessened over ti, allowing him to concentrate better. After two hours of grueling practice, a system notification suddenly appeared before him.
[ Congratulations ]
[ You have acquired a new Basic Skill ]
[ Swordsmanship (Level E) ]
"That easily? I was just swinging it around... Do I have a natural talent for the sword?" Arthur was stunned, finding it hard to believe he reached Level E in swordsmanship in just two days.
[ No. Your talent is actually terrible. Anyone can reach Level E in swordsmanship quickly. Besides, you already understand samurai techniques and can imitate them well thanks to your Photographic mory.]
The system's words shattered his illusions, snapping him back to reality. As it said, anyone could gain several E-tier skills... but that didn't an they themselves were E-tier.
He quickly pulled up his status window.
..
..
[Na: Arthur Lucian Vesper]
[Race: Human]
[Age: 21]
[Class: None]
[Level: None]
[Skills:
Photographic mory (Max Level)
Swordsmanship (E)
Logical Analysis (E)
Dinsional Storage (D)
Plot Savant ]
[Inventory:
Simple cotton clothes, Fake Noble Seal (Raven Pendant), Rusty Sword, First Aid Kit, Paper Bills, Copper Coins, Bow and Arrows, Spear, Daggers.]
"Hmm..." Arthur placed his sword back into Dinsional Storage , then called for his maid. Following his usual routine, he cleaned himself up and had breakfast. While sitting at the table, he turned to the baronet's son.
"Gather so n. We're going hunting in the forest."
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