Soone is making a fuss near my ear.
Noisy.
And—am I being shaken?
I don’t quite get it, but there’s noise, shaking, and hitting.
It’s a rough treatnt. What did I do to deserve this?
Light bursts into my vision.
In the blurry world, a man is peering at .
“…!”
The man pries my eyelids open with his fingers and points at sothing with his other hand.
That’s… alchemy equipnt.
In the middle of brewing?
Oh, it’s Valerie.
She collapsed from illness, so I brewed—no, the cure should be done.
Valerie should be fine, right?
I moved my eyes, but Valerie was nowhere to be seen.
Who is this guy anyway?
Where am I again?
I can’t rember anything.
anwhile, the man keeps shaking .
What’s he so desperate about?
Let sleep a bit. Then my consciousness will—
Suddenly, my vision blurs, and gray spreads across my sight.
Cobblestones…?
Oh, it’s the floor.
“…! Wake… wake up!”
“Noise…”
“What do I do next!? Is it done!?”
The fog in my mind clears, and my thoughts beco sharp.
And as I look around, my mory returns.
I… lost consciousness.
Helped up by a subordinate, I look at the alchemy equipnt.
The solution is fine.
The antidote potion needs to be boiled—boiled and then… what was it?
My consciousness fades again.
Though I’m shaken back, I can’t speak.
It’s no use. My thoughts are scattered.
Everything is blurry.
I can’t even rember this man’s na.
Co to think of it, this has happened before…
That was—the Trumble Cube.
Right before being swallowed, I couldn’t think of anything.
Back then—yeah, [Multi-Casting] activated.
My consciousness fades again.
Days in Selen and life in Reedvald flash randomly.
Like a kaleidoscope.
As I watch, I suddenly think.
Soone ntioned this.
There’s sothing useful in tis like this…
What was it?
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When I slowly open my eyes, I see the man’s back.
He holds up a Kungus root, staring down the alchemy equipnt.
“Don’t waste the materials.”
“You’re awake! Thank goodness, really!”
The subordinate almost leaps at , ready to hug .
I raise my hand to stop him.
“My sweat might be mixed with poison. Don’t touch .”
Hearing that, he jumps back in a panic.
I confirm my strength returning and feel deep relief.
That was close.
I almost die sotis, but this was a first.
Poison is terrifying. No matter how much you train, it cos to kill.
Standing up, I cleanse my body with [Operate Water].
“How long was I asleep?”
“Just a little while. I just gave you the potion.”
“Then, Brent and the others—”
“They’re not great, but stable.”
Talking to my subordinate, I gather my sweat and discard it in a basin.
Checking the contents with [Appraisal], it contains faint traces of poison.
Once everyone’s treated, I’ll neutralize it with an antidote potion—doesn’t seem possible.
If the potion only promotes excretion, its effect is limited.
Better to scatter it on the ground.
Thinking about this, I look down and see a parchnt on the floor.
It’s blank, but doesn’t look new.
Following my gaze, the subordinate speaks.
“Don’t you rember?”
“Not at all. Could it be—a scroll?”
“Yes. [Concentration Up]. You asked for it before losing consciousness. It was tough to use it on you.”
He laughs, mimicking a slap.
I don’t rember, but it seems I requested the [Concentration Up] spell.
Since it can’t be cast on others, they used a scroll.
The defense squad scoured shops, caravans, and the adventurers’ guild, securing it and sohow making activate it.
Then I passed out again after explaining the antidote potion recipe.
I don’t rember any of it.
I pick up the blank parchnt, feeling nostalgic.
[Concentration Up].
It’s a favorite spell of Virgil, who taught magic to my brother and .
It’s been seven years since then.
He was nearly thirty, so he must have retired.
Virgil would probably open a private school sowhere.
Placing the parchnt on the table, I check my body’s condition.
There’s no weakness in my left hand.
I open my status, shaking my head slightly.
The poison hasn’t cleared.
Thanks to [High Toxicity], it’s incredibly persistent.
“I’ll resu brewing. Um—sorry, I’m still not fully recovered. I can’t rember your na.”
“Don’t worry, I haven’t introduced myself. I’m Morris.”
“Then, Morris, help .”
Hearing this, Morris frantically waves his hands.
“I’m just a soldier. The potion worked because you almost finished it. Don’t be unreasonable.”
“No problem. I’ll direct you. And as I said, I’m not fully recovered.”
Morris’s face clouds instantly.
“Still poisoned?”
“Yes. I’m almost better, but we need to be prepared.”
“…Got it. I’ll help.”
Then, I resud brewing with Morris’s help.
Unknown to , more alchemy equipnt had arrived, so I switched one for alchemy solution use.
The reason my poison didn’t clear was the solution’s quality.
Morris’s solutions were all low quality; I usually use ones two levels higher. With these, even standard antidotes are tough.
Using the remaining solutions to buy ti, I’ll brew my own high-quality solutions to fully recover.
Without losing consciousness, I continued brewing with Morris.
By evening, I and the adventurers were cured. By sunset, the defense squad, and by nightfall, Brent was fully recovered.
About half a day after encountering Sophric, all victims were treated.
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