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19: Realization (III) New
Suitable soil, water, nutrients, and sunlight. Every plant needed these essential factors to grow. However, some outliers challenged that, especially after the rifts arrived. Nature always has a surprise in her bag.

Changed environments forced adaptation, and adaptation birthed mutations. Not to mention plants that weren't local to Earth, they had a whole different set of processes and needs altogether.

Night Bloom Flower was like that. It needed a poisonous soil that 99% of the known plant life wouldn't survive in. It didn't do photosynthesis and relied on magik only. It absorbed the heavy metals and used them to gain bioluminescence, since it only grew in places without sunlight.

Because of the plethora of these conditions, Johan had overlooked another essential key that the plants needed. That was air.

"Phantasia doesn't just have perfect soil and sunlight. It also has the perfect air for gaseous exchange." Johan muttered, laying petri dishes of Nickel chloride, Cadmium sulfate, and Zinc nitrate around the pot.

He covered the pot with a plastic glass cube with a small cut on the right side for his hand. He couldn't allow the air to seep in, so he prepared a piece of cardboard on the side. Moving the pot on the glass alone took him a few hours, but he did the best a weak amateur could.

With the pot now covered in the cube, he sprinkled magik water over the dishes with a spray bottle and covered the small cutout with a cardboard piece.

Johan moved his mask a little and slammed it back on. A metallic tang stuck to his tongue, like blood and rain and old coins left in water for too long.

Suppressing his urge to cough, he removed the cardboard and shoved his hand in.

Growth acceleration.

He had learned another part of its working. The skill accelerated the gathering of nutrients, cell division, and also gaseous exchange that happened naturally.

The translucent stem reached out of the soil, growing upwards by choice. Soon after, the oily leaves sprouted. The moist air stuck to it, giving it a waxy sheen. And in that moisture, oxidized metals. That was the missing part.

And to confirm that, the bud opened up. However, unlike the pale core from before, this one was a deep magenta with specks of glowing pink.

Johan couldn't take his eyes off it. He felt like the plant locked eyes with him. It swayed as if greeting him, or maybe he had gone delirious over the lack of rest and the happiness of success.

"Finally, it worked." Johan wanted to jump around when he saw the blue window pop up before him.

Name: Night Bloom Flower (Delta)

Rank: C

Uses: The magenta core, stem, and roots are used to create a Detoxification potion. The flower petals can be dried and used for a tea that cleanses the body of harmful toxins.

Additional Info: Harvest upon blooming is recommended. The flower's lifespan is 24 hours.


"This one is a problem to the end, huh?" With shaky hands, Johan separated the bud with sharp scissors.

It took him fifteen minutes just to take the core. Not because the task was hard, but he was too scared of messing up. Thankfully, nothing went awry.

In a matter of minutes, he had the translucent stem, the fibrous root system, and the flower petals separated. All that remained was the bud, which wasn't of any use. For the moment, he kept it all in his storage and turned the pages of the Advanced Alchemy Vol. 4.

Although the Mage Tower had a monopoly over the potion, they had still included the recipe in the books. Well, not like anyone could produce them without the Night Bloom flowers. They were a nasty bunch for sure.

Night Bloom Flower Delta… is this flower artificial, or did they only create variations for different purposes?

Johan sat on his thoughts and stuck the root and stem in the dehydrator, since he needed to crush them into powder. His eyes went to the magenta core. It looked weird but also attractive. Could it hypnotize people?

Regardless, he had turned it into pulp for later use. As soon as the dehydration was complete, Johan crushed the dried-up roots and shrivelled up stem with a pestle. A machine would be too rough and only cause damage.

Pouring the brownish powder into 100ml of heated holy water, it felt like he had created a weird tea as the hot water extracted everything from the fibres. After letting it sit for a few minutes, as the water turned lukewarm and a tint deeper than brown, he passed it through a strainer with a cheesecloth.

Even without the clumped-up gunk, it didn't look appetizing in the slightest. However, Johan saw the change the moment he introduced the first drop of the pulp. Like a glow stick, the bright drop, glowing in wonderful magenta, exploded into a rain of tiny streaks that beat against the beaker's bottom.

If the brown water was the dust cloud, then the glowing streaks became the storm. The moment Johan activated his upgraded Intermediate brewing, the beaker became the brightest lightshow he had ever seen.

The brown lightened and turned pink, then purple bled into that pink. At the end of thirty minutes, Johan bottled the potion that settled into a shimmering royal purple.

The colour, according to Ariestle's method, should have been light purple. But he had gotten a much different result. However, if Johan had learned anything about his class, it was not to trust the norms. The blue window in front of his eye confirmed that theory.

Name: Detoxification Potion

Rank: C

Effects: Will detoxify poison up to C+ rank and remove debuffs such as blindness, weakness, bleeding, petrification, and fear.


"Jackpot!" Johan would've questioned what constituted as C+ rank poison, but his healing potion, the one ranked D, gave him enough confidence.

Although his body screamed for rest, there was a bigger problem outside. Master Adelan shouldn't wait any longer.

He rushed out of Phantasia and called Merilyn this time.

"The potion's ready, what do I do now?"

***

Merilyn had seen hundreds of awakened during her time. As one of the first awakened ones on earth, she believed that nothing could surprise her at this point in life.

However, what caught her eyes after years wasn't a Hunter with unimaginable power, but an unnamed, unlicensed alchemist that Lucas found. Or was it the other way around?

Trivial, that was.

This alchemist created an ice resistance potion that helped Lucas and others clear Mahapadma, the very rift they had struggled to escape two years prior, losing their clan leader Ivan and the young star Selena.

And that very alchemist had made a stir in the potion market; low to mid-ranking hunters went to the shop in droves just to get his potions. So, the moment his identity became public, Merilyn had to step in. In fact, she had waited for that moment.

Her initial thought was recruitment and containment; however, that thought changed when she met the young boy. Straightforward and sharp, he seemed like a good kid. But that wasn't good in the slightest.

Such a kid would get torn to bits in the Hunter world. She had seen it happen many times to ignore it. Even heard of a similar case in the past year.

So, she gave him a task, a task she believed to be impossible, in exchange for a favour. The same favour she planned to use and bring him under protection.

The Detoxification potion for Adelan, one of the few who mastered the rare labourer class, Blacksmith. The Mage Towers already surrendered; neither their current potions nor their healing methods helped.

Merilyn struck a deal with them, using their wounded pride and inflated ego. That resulted in her getting twenty Night Bloom flower seeds, with a clear message.

You won't succeed, the Head Mage of the Magik Herb Department said.

However, she only handed over seven to Johan. Without a clue on how to grow them and where to start, she expected him to fail all seven attempts soon. She planned to then give him some more seeds and pile up the favours.

Her eventual plan was to use those favours and bring him under her wing. But fate worked in mysterious ways.

She almost dropped her cup of tea when he called her. Not only did he succeed in the cultivation of the Night Bloom flower, but he also completed the potion.

Merilyn cancelled her meeting with a foreign delegate and rushed over, not even bothering with a car or decorum. Within a minute, she had arrived from the central Sector N to the outskirts of the capital, Sector A.

Arriving at the street, she noticed the presence of six A-Rank Hunters, their eyes on the Morgan Mart and the areas around it. But the aura of the S-Rank inside gave her a sense of reassurance, but also a tinge of annoyance.

The bell jingled as she opened the door. Inside the run-of-the-mill mart, Johan stood behind the counter, yawning along with the troublemaker himself.

"You are late. Is age catching up to you at last?" Lucas leaned on the counter.

Normally, she'd give him a curt response, but her mind gravitated to the potion sitting on the counter. She didn't need her gaze to see the potent magik swirling inside that liquid. Her nose twitched at the nectar-like scent. A hint of raspberries with a touch of ginseng.

She read the description on the paper around the neck. This was it. This was the potion they needed to treat that brat Adelan.

"Is it ok?" She could hear the lethargy in Johan's voice; he stayed awake by sheer will.

And not just that, his rounded shoulders, the strained eyes, aching brain, and even his screaming body. She could see it all through the cloth. She could see everything but the boy himself; he was only a white and black outline for her.

"This is more than ok deary." She chuckled. "This is close to a miracle."

"True that, I didn't expect I'd succeed in growing it either." He laughed, scratching the back of his head.

That wasn't what she meant; the real miracle was Johan himself. His class definitely wasn't the normal labourer class; it should be a unique class, much like that brat Adelan. No, she believed that it may be more special. Closer to Do-Yun and her class, maybe.

"Johan, be careful, she's scheming something," Lucas warned against her, playing the angel on Johan's shoulder. And he wouldn't be wrong to accuse her of that.

Merilyn had a scheme. She had planned to make more. She always did so. But not this time.

"Seems like I have been rather lax with the clans these past few years. Shall I add more taxes to your business? Maybe on magik beast materials, or would you like an increase in the processing fee?" She placed the potion back on the counter and smiled.

"Johan, you see this beautiful woman is the epitome of caring and motherly. You can never go wrong with trusting her as she always has your best interests in mind." Lucas blinked twice like she held him hostage.

"Is that so?" Even Johan wasn't buying it; that was good.

"Johan, I will be taking this potion with me. If it works, you can expect extra rewards not just from me, but also from the Round Table." Merilyn already knew how to squeeze out the benefits.

"I am fine on that, please just make sure to use it on Master Adelan. Also, if it isn't too much to ask, can you tell me how the potion performed?" His request was a simple one, too simple in fact.

"Hey, now, bro, you can get millions out of this." Lucas pointed at her. "This old bag will wring them dry, so at least take a piece."

She couldn't even take offence to that. It just made her nod along.

"We already made a deal, she did her part, and I did mine; anything gained beyond that is her ability." Johans shrugged. He had no interest in financial gains, like most of the Hunters today; that's what she could understand from that.

"This boy has more tact than you; maybe you ought to learn a little." She glanced at Lucas, who whistled away, and walked around the counter. "Since you performed better than my expectations, I must give you a little reward in turn." She added, reaching for the ceremonial cloth that covered her eyes.

"Are you for real?" By the time Merilyn opened her eyes, Lucas hid behind the counter, refusing to enter her sight.

However, she didn't care as her eyes caught the clear light for the first time in a while. Her lashes fluttering a bit, and before her stood Johan, his mouth open.

"Beautiful…" He muttered in awe.
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Now, the thing is, you document the procedure. Everything you did, the growth requirements you learned, the amounts and types of earths you mixed, the amount of what metals and toxins you included, how big and what color the eventual bloom, and what grade you got. So that someday, when someone slaps you with some task requiring you make a B rank bloom, you aren't looking back on this moment, scratching your head in ignorance, wondering what you did.
 
Curse you as I have cursed those hacks on webnovel with woo 40 chapters then money but I can't wait.

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Yep Solo farming in the tower. I remembered reading it a while back and thought 'what if the MC is not trapped and his products show effect in the real world in real time?' From there, I changed the skillset and such to create a support class MC. I had forgotten that Sejun's class name was Tower Farmer as well till i had published the story. It fit Johan well, so I just rolled with it in the end.
 
20: Realization (IV) New
Many had seen Merilyn's unique class in action, but most had passed on during the First Rift collapse incident, and even fewer remained after the Cataclysm.

Those who survived those harsh times now lived in seclusion as the Hunter World entered the era of entertainment.

The number of people, alive, who knew of her skills could be counted on one hand. Johan entered that list too, as Lucas was already on it.

"Beautiful…" Johan's eyes locked with hers; he couldn't and wouldn't look away.

It wasn't a passing comment one made when looking at the sky or a newly bloomed flower. It carried a wonder that only the pure could have. Merilyn hadn't seen that look of wonder for a long time. Though many had called her eyes useful, not one had called them beautiful. Even to her, those eyes were more of a curse than a blessing.

But this wasn't about her.

"You've been neglecting yourself too much." She noticed knots of dark all over the boy's body, much clearer now. Most of it centred around his head.

He must've felt immense pressure, knowing that the life of an important awakened hung in the balance. An awakened whose death could weaken Hunter's globally. She could now see the drive, the hours he poured in, the pain, and the grit it took to make that one potion. He hadn't slept at all these past days; his body told her that and much more.

The dark circles under his eyes seemed so prominent, almost dragging his whole face down. Such a waste of those high cheekbones and sharp jawline. She took his hand into her own; she didn't have to, but at that moment she wanted to.

Despite the difference in their positions and age, the two shared a common pain. Even though the cause and reason differed, that commonality was enough for the connection.

"Do not resist." She said, squeezing his hand.

"I have no plans to." He answered, eyes brimming with brightness.

"Aren't you a charmer?" To be young was a wonder in and of itself; she hoped he wouldn't lose these prime years and innocence like her.

The dark knots from all over his body started to gather in Johan's hand. He winced, glancing at it. His hand cramped in her grasp. That's when she pulled that darkness into herself. It was a simple process of pouring water from one cup to another, but she had to be mindful and not take what didn't cause pain.

The dark circles below Johan's eyes vanished. His face became fuller. Complexion turned redder, and his body straightened out. The fatigue his body had accumulated over the years passed onto Merilyn; it wasn't even a tickle to her. But Johan looked wildly different. Bursting with fresh vitality.

"What?" He blinked, fighting the heavy eyelids. She covered his eyes with her free hand.

"Rest for today. You deserve it." The magik-laden words echoed in the mart like a distant murmur. Johan swayed and fell forward; she caught him. His head rested against her shoulder.

"The Association President is trying to honeytrap a kid 50 years her younger. This will be a hit, right?" Lucas had his phone out, ready to snap a picture.

"You better not give me a reason to look at you." She looked at Johan's face, brushing the platinum bangs off his eyes. "Well, I wouldn't really mind seducing him. Good-natured, willing to listen, sharp, and emotionally present. He is my type. His inexperience is just as charming."

"Hello FBI, I'd like to report a groom—ack!"

Merilyn struck Lucas's nape, twisting an aura point, with her middle finger. The phone clattered to the floor as he grasped his neck, coughing.

"Adrian, I know you are listening. Place Johan in his bed, and attend to your bumbling idiot." She said, unamused.

"This old hag…" Lucas's voice turned hoarse as Adrian walked into the mart.

He took Johan upstairs while Merilyn retied the cloth around her eyes, returning to the world of black and white. She turned to Lucas, who had recovered fully.

"Why did you come today anyway?" Merilyn didn't tell him; maybe Johan did. Still, he shouldn't be that free.

"I just wanted to see you get rejected." He shrugged, his voice returning to normal.

"Too bad for you, I've had a change of mind." Merilyn felt a smile tugging on her lips; she could see right through this kid. "Well, I won't say no if he wishes to be mine."

"Won't you stop with that talk? It's getting creepy." Lucas's lips pressed into a hard line.

"You are the one making weird interpretations. Did that boy Ivan not tell you anything about my Oath?"

"Wait, so that is real?" His eyes widened, and he pointed at the illusory silhouette behind her.

"Very much real." She nodded, feeling the hand on her shoulder tighten.

"Those Angels are worse than clingy lovers."

"I don't mind clingy." She shrugged, brushing the hand off her shoulder lightly. "Now, I have a problem to solve, so you should run along too."

"See you never," Lucas shouted as she left the mart.

Adelan only had a few days if he didn't get the potion in her hand. There was no way she'd allow that brat to die so early. With that thought, she entered through the doors of the Mage Tower in Sector M and headed for the teleportation room.

Her destination? Mage Tower's Londinium branch.

***

Because of Merilyn's status as the Association president of a country, she didn't need to pay for the services. But she did regardless. She wasn't much fond of the stuck-up mages like many of today. And they weren't exactly fond of her either.

It was a love-hate relationship that festered over decades, with either side refusing to let go of their grudges.

So, when word arrived that Merilyn would arrive in Londinium, the Round Table shifted Adelan from the Mage Tower's branch to their home base.

She passed through the paved streets of the city in an adorned carriage, pulled by two white stallions. A mix of medieval and modern, that was the city in a nutshell. Suited office workers and knights in full armour and straight swords littered the streets; they walked near fast-food chains and cold weapon stores. Many engaged in chatter.

Through the centre of the city flowed the river Thames, and on the banks of that river was the castle of the Round Table. Its white walls towered over the nearby buildings and clock tower, with numerous bowmen lining the parapets. She could feel their hawk-like gaze kilometres before the castle even came in sight.

"Lady Merilyn, you have my deepest gratitude for accepting our request." Galahad, the suave young man he was, offered her a hand as she stepped down from the carriage.

"Just show me to the room, I am not doing this for free anyway." She said, feeling the red brick path below her feet.

"Very well." Galahad led the way in the castle's inner wing, a place for the clan leaders and the higher-ups to gather and live.

A series of winding steps led her to the underground bunker, not a soul in sight in that vast basement that could house ten Wembleys. At the end of that echoing expanse was a vault door gilded in platinum and gold with runic symbols.

He opened the room next to the Clan's vault, the heavy door of old iron opening with a wistful cry as he stepped aside.

"Everyone is guarding the inner wing, not even a fly can peek down here." He added, his violet eyes downcast. "Please save Master Adelan, I beg of you."

"I'll do what I can." She kicked the thick metal door closed after entering.

The inside of the room wasn't much different; cold red metal spanned over the wall and ceiling with numerous ancient runes glowing in the dim yellow light.

At the centre of this was Adelan, the stocky man with trunk-like arms. He lay on a slime bed, brow crooked as the stony curse climbed up his abdomen. It had almost reached his chest.

The request to help him had come to her the moment healing and potions wouldn't work. The Round Table was willing to pay a hefty sum, but she had found Johan around that time. Good thing she let the boy try his hand.

The scent from the uncorked potion bottle caught her nose. It was a curious scent now that she focused, a sweet whisper almost. She was half tempted to drink it herself. But decided to pinch Adelan's hawk-like nose with her fingers. When his mouth opened for air, she dumped the bottle's contents inside it.

There was a bit of a struggle as she smothered his lips shut, preventing him from spitting it out. Eventually, the potion transformed into a mist and seeped into his body.

The effect followed immediately, the purple from his face drained, replaced by a plump red. The stone layer on his lower body started to crack and peel off as his eyes opened.

"Blimey! I've seen better days!" He jumped off the squishy bed that had held him gently and landed on the ground with firm feet. Bits of stone fell down the bottom of his trousers as he tried to undo them.

"Remove your pants, and I crush that little worm you are trying to free." She said, looking up at the brat who was a head higher than her. How did a half-dwarf grow this big? She had no clue.

"It's you, of course it's you." He faced her with eyes as black as the coals, shifting uncomfortably as the stone poked at him. That was a good punishment for him. "How many months did you take in exchange?"

"None, got my hands on a potion." She waved the empty glass bottle.

"You pulling my leg?" He raised his caterpillar-like brow, shaking his trousers. "The Mage Tower don't got a potion that can handle both poison and status effect at once, if they did, they won't give em to me."

"It's not from the Mage Tower." She lightly told him of Johan's circumstances.

"Was he in the Book Do-Yun left?" He asked, his face as stern as the metal around them.

"No." Merilyn shook her head. "That's what worries me."

"You? The Mighty Merilyn worrying for a random boy? This is hot news." He gaffed, returning to shaking the pants as bits of stones slipped down. "Still, since you came here, you aren't all that cold after all."

"My temper still burns hot, even after I warned you of the threat to your life, you end up getting poisoned." She waved her fist around, much to his joy.

"You hafta be more specific. When has my life not been under threat? For one, Its gotten worse since I took Pa's mantle." He stretched his body, and pops echoed through the room. "Well, I got some good rest in the end."

"Don't be so reckless, I can't do anything if you're dead." She stressed the last part.

"Then imma hold on as best I can, a few years ain't but a scratch on my lifespan."

Merilyn really wanted to discipline him, but that hadn't helped yet, and wouldn't help this time either. She'd only met two dwarves in her life, counting Adelan, both stubborn as mules.

"Any news from Do-Yun? His sword's long overdue for a repair." He asked, cracking his neck.

"No contact since The Gate of Du'at." That was a decade ago. Their seer had vanished right when she needed him most.

If he were around, she'd ask him about Johan, but it seemed like she wouldn't have that luxury anytime soon. She could only hold onto the position till the noble cockroach eventually came back.

"You said the lad was an alchemist, right?" Adelan asked, a rustic hammer as big as her head already in his hand. "I gotta repay the debt somehow."

Merilyn saw through that cheery laugh; he was trying to hide behind the mountain of work again.

"Don't you think there is something else you ought to be doing? Like catching the one who poisoned you?" She crossed her arms, her feet rapping against the metal floor

"It'll make no difference." He said, the smile vanishing from his face. The one who poisoned him was none other than his disciple.

"You know where he went, don't you?" Merilyn got a curt nod in response.

"Mordred, that kid joined Pandemonium."

Merilyn felt the headache rising; the rise of chaos was truly at hand.

Just like Do-Yun's book warned.
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Yep Solo farming in the tower. I remembered reading it a while back and thought 'what if the MC is not trapped and his products show effect in the real world in real time?' From there, I changed the skillset and such to create a support class MC. I had forgotten that Sejun's class name was Tower Farmer as well till i had published the story. It fit Johan well, so I just rolled with it in the end.
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