Chapter 188: Dragontail(1)
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Minutes passed, and Reve was finally done with reading the letter.
He thought to himself, 'Okay, Circe had delivered on her part. The remaining bits lie on my shoulders.'
Firstly, the Tribe of Somnia now has its own unique traits with its very first line of products.
As Reve had decided weeks ago, they would be focusing on magic drugs that were almost similar to dark potions, except they have a temporary effect and were more perverted in nature.
The magic drug that Circe had in mind for him was called Dragontail.
Being the old witch that she was, Circe had dabbled into all schools of magic, and Alchemy Magic was something she was not new to. Reve knew this well.
She explained that, when she was still studying the school, she had theorized a magic drug that would temporarily boost one's mana reserve as well as physical stats. However, Circe didn't need help from a magic drug so she perfected the concept of Dragontail.
It was only now, millennials later, when Reve was in dire need of a magic drug did she finally perfected the concept of Dragontail. It only took her a day to develop its recipe and she made a few on her own, which was in the chest that Demis gave him.
Reve hastily opened the chest. Inside it were small vials that hosted a luscious blue liquid. The energy radiating from the vials was too suffocating. Reve could already smell the scent of the liquids and that took him to an euphoric state.
Reve held one of the vials, "The Dragontail."
This would be his selling product!
Circe mentioned that Dragontail gave a sort of pain-pleasure. It was certainly addictive to its consumers and that was just what Reve needed.
The only problem was that the drug required technical and experienced skills to make it. He couldn't keep relying on Circe, so he would need to find another alchemist in less than a week.
"I can already smell success coming," smiled Reve.
He pondered about the second letter, which contained the cure for the Curse of Nimiel.
In actuality, it was not really a cure, but a curing process.
The Curse of Nimiel was parasitic in the body of its host. It bonded to the host's life and, together, they spend the same finite lifespan.
To stop an infestation on that level, Reve would need a lot of things, but mostly, he would need to divert the attention of the curse.
The curse feeds on energy and if it can't find its source, it would suck one's life.
Hence, Circe speculated that he needed a potion that grants mana. He also needed a good reagent to mix with the potion. A good reagent would be something like dragonblood, feyblood, primoblood, mammon's saliva. But all these were quite rare and would be immensely hard to obtain so Circe advised him to use the closest reagent to him…..his blood.
Reve was a titan, so he had titanblood, a perfect reagent. He could negate the cost of mythical reagents by using his immature blood.
Despite Reve being unsure if it would serve its purpose, he reckoned it was worth the try.
The only thing that irked him was the fact that he was going to use an intricate part of himself for the cure. No matter how he looked at it, it was weird and not pleasant to think of.
"Now, I have everything I need. There is nothing stopping me now," muttered Reve.
His eyes were focused on his palm but his mind was elsewhere.
He kept thinking......would he fall in his journey.
Nevertheless, Reve was definitely not weak-minded. A little self-doubt was okay. It would make him more cautious in his endeavors.
Reve entered a meditative stance, calming his turbulent mind, 'I can only move forwards now. Tomorrow, the Tribe of Somnia will debut.'
To prepare for this, he had to save up his energy.
Reve Amethyst wasn't planning a gentle debut!
.
.
.
.
.
The following day.
At the outskirts of Starhold, where the loathsome hills of the Forbidden Peaks resided, two hooded individuals trotted its edges.
They stopped after the image of a large mountain appeared in their view. There were other mountains beside it but none held such grandiose.
The titanious mountain towered over the rest easily. Covered its peak was a ring of clouds that seemed to exalt the mountain just as how mortals bow to gods.
One of the hooded figures said calmly, "Dorian, is this it?"
The other hooded figure replied politely, "Yes, Kimon. The highest peak is your destination, the home of Black Market. Beware, a few miles further and you would be attacked by the miasma."
"Do not worry about that. I have countermeasures against it," replied Kimon.
He focused on the titan mountain, many kilometers away, one last time before saying to Dorian, "You have done well. You can leave now. I will go on myself."
"As you wish," lightly bowed Dorian.
Kimon thought inwardly, 'oh no, he is becoming smoother with his words.'
He had noticed that Dorian ordained himself as Kimon's personal attendant. He, along with the gang, saw Kimon as an almost supreme figure.
If not for Kimon intervening in their affairs, they would have referred to him as their 'light.'
Kimon….or better yet, Reve, waited till Dorian left the vicinity before he moved.
He walked for a while and stopped as soon as he saw something in front. The way ahead was foggy, clouded with some sort of deadly green gas that corroded all lifeforms, even the trees weren't spared from this occurrence.
'So, this is the miasma of the Forbidden Peak. I can see why people feared it.'
If he took just another step forward, the miasma would attack him. Yet, knowing that, Reve still did it.
He died his hand into the miasma and watched as the green gas ate his flesh.
Quickly, after having enough, Reve brought back his hand.
'The corrosion is rough. It doesn't corrode cleanly. Furthermore, …...'
Just as he had expected, Reve's muscles grew back in place. It seemed that his healing factor would play a major role in his mission to reach the top.
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Minutes passed, and Reve was finally done with reading the letter.
He thought to himself, 'Okay, Circe had delivered on her part. The remaining bits lie on my shoulders.'
Firstly, the Tribe of Somnia now has its own unique traits with its very first line of products.
As Reve had decided weeks ago, they would be focusing on magic drugs that were almost similar to dark potions, except they have a temporary effect and were more perverted in nature.
The magic drug that Circe had in mind for him was called Dragontail.
Being the old witch that she was, Circe had dabbled into all schools of magic, and Alchemy Magic was something she was not new to. Reve knew this well.
She explained that, when she was still studying the school, she had theorized a magic drug that would temporarily boost one's mana reserve as well as physical stats. However, Circe didn't need help from a magic drug so she perfected the concept of Dragontail.
It was only now, millennials later, when Reve was in dire need of a magic drug did she finally perfected the concept of Dragontail. It only took her a day to develop its recipe and she made a few on her own, which was in the chest that Demis gave him.
Reve hastily opened the chest. Inside it were small vials that hosted a luscious blue liquid. The energy radiating from the vials was too suffocating. Reve could already smell the scent of the liquids and that took him to an euphoric state.
Reve held one of the vials, "The Dragontail."
This would be his selling product!
Circe mentioned that Dragontail gave a sort of pain-pleasure. It was certainly addictive to its consumers and that was just what Reve needed.
The only problem was that the drug required technical and experienced skills to make it. He couldn't keep relying on Circe, so he would need to find another alchemist in less than a week.
"I can already smell success coming," smiled Reve.
He pondered about the second letter, which contained the cure for the Curse of Nimiel.
In actuality, it was not really a cure, but a curing process.
The Curse of Nimiel was parasitic in the body of its host. It bonded to the host's life and, together, they spend the same finite lifespan.
To stop an infestation on that level, Reve would need a lot of things, but mostly, he would need to divert the attention of the curse.
The curse feeds on energy and if it can't find its source, it would suck one's life.
Hence, Circe speculated that he needed a potion that grants mana. He also needed a good reagent to mix with the potion. A good reagent would be something like dragonblood, feyblood, primoblood, mammon's saliva. But all these were quite rare and would be immensely hard to obtain so Circe advised him to use the closest reagent to him…..his blood.
Reve was a titan, so he had titanblood, a perfect reagent. He could negate the cost of mythical reagents by using his immature blood.
Despite Reve being unsure if it would serve its purpose, he reckoned it was worth the try.
The only thing that irked him was the fact that he was going to use an intricate part of himself for the cure. No matter how he looked at it, it was weird and not pleasant to think of.
"Now, I have everything I need. There is nothing stopping me now," muttered Reve.
His eyes were focused on his palm but his mind was elsewhere.
He kept thinking......would he fall in his journey.
Nevertheless, Reve was definitely not weak-minded. A little self-doubt was okay. It would make him more cautious in his endeavors.
Reve entered a meditative stance, calming his turbulent mind, 'I can only move forwards now. Tomorrow, the Tribe of Somnia will debut.'
To prepare for this, he had to save up his energy.
Reve Amethyst wasn't planning a gentle debut!
.
.
.
.
.
The following day.
At the outskirts of Starhold, where the loathsome hills of the Forbidden Peaks resided, two hooded individuals trotted its edges.
They stopped after the image of a large mountain appeared in their view. There were other mountains beside it but none held such grandiose.
The titanious mountain towered over the rest easily. Covered its peak was a ring of clouds that seemed to exalt the mountain just as how mortals bow to gods.
One of the hooded figures said calmly, "Dorian, is this it?"
The other hooded figure replied politely, "Yes, Kimon. The highest peak is your destination, the home of Black Market. Beware, a few miles further and you would be attacked by the miasma."
"Do not worry about that. I have countermeasures against it," replied Kimon.
He focused on the titan mountain, many kilometers away, one last time before saying to Dorian, "You have done well. You can leave now. I will go on myself."
"As you wish," lightly bowed Dorian.
Kimon thought inwardly, 'oh no, he is becoming smoother with his words.'
He had noticed that Dorian ordained himself as Kimon's personal attendant. He, along with the gang, saw Kimon as an almost supreme figure.
If not for Kimon intervening in their affairs, they would have referred to him as their 'light.'
Kimon….or better yet, Reve, waited till Dorian left the vicinity before he moved.
He walked for a while and stopped as soon as he saw something in front. The way ahead was foggy, clouded with some sort of deadly green gas that corroded all lifeforms, even the trees weren't spared from this occurrence.
'So, this is the miasma of the Forbidden Peak. I can see why people feared it.'
If he took just another step forward, the miasma would attack him. Yet, knowing that, Reve still did it.
He died his hand into the miasma and watched as the green gas ate his flesh.
Quickly, after having enough, Reve brought back his hand.
'The corrosion is rough. It doesn't corrode cleanly. Furthermore, …...'
Just as he had expected, Reve's muscles grew back in place. It seemed that his healing factor would play a major role in his mission to reach the top.
Minutes passed, and Reve was finally done with reading the letter. He thought to himself, 'Okay, Circe had delivered on her part. The remaining bits lie on my shoulders.'Firstly, the Tribe of Somnia now has its own unique traits with its very first line of products. As Reve had decided weeks ago, they would be focusing on magic drugs that were almost similar to dark potions, except they have a temporary effect and were more perverted in nature.The magic drug that Circe had in mind for him was called Dragontail. Being the old witch that she was, Circe had dabbled into all schools of magic, and Alchemy Magic was something she was not new to. Reve knew this well. She explained that, when she was still studying the school, she had theorized a magic drug that would temporarily boost one's mana reserve as well as physical stats. However, Circe didn't need help from a magic drug so she perfected the concept of Dragontail. It was only now, millennials later, when Reve was in dire need of a magic drug did she finally perfected the concept of Dragontail. It only took her a day to develop its recipe and she made a few on her own, which was in the chest that Demis gave him.Reve hastily opened the chest. Inside it were small vials that hosted a luscious blue liquid. The energy radiating from the vials was too suffocating. Reve could already smell the scent of the liquids and that took him to an euphoric state. Reve held one of the vials, "The Dragontail." This would be his selling product!Circe mentioned that Dragontail gave a sort of pain-pleasure. It was certainly addictive to its consumers and that was just what Reve needed.The only problem was that the drug required technical and experienced skills to make it. He couldn't keep relying on Circe, so he would need to find another alchemist in less than a week."I can already smell success coming," smiled Reve. He pondered about the second letter, which contained the cure for the Curse of Nimiel. In actuality, it was not really a cure, but a curing process.The Curse of Nimiel was parasitic in the body of its host. It bonded to the host's life and, together, they spend the same finite lifespan. To stop an infestation on that level, Reve would need a lot of things, but mostly, he would need to divert the attention of the curse. The curse feeds on energy and if it can't find its source, it would suck one's life. Hence, Circe speculated that he needed a potion that grants mana. He also needed a good reagent to mix with the potion. A good reagent would be something like dragonblood, feyblood, primoblood, mammon's saliva. But all these were quite rare and would be immensely hard to obtain so Circe advised him to use the closest reagent to him..his blood. Reve was a titan, so he had titanblood, a perfect reagent. He could negate the cost of mythical reagents by using his immature blood. Despite Reve being unsure if it would serve its purpose, he reckoned it was worth the try.The only thing that irked him was the fact that he was going to use an intricate part of himself for the cure. No matter how he looked at it, it was weird and not pleasant to think of."Now, I have everything I need. There is nothing stopping me now," muttered Reve.His eyes were focused on his palm but his mind was elsewhere.He kept thinking......would he fall in his journey.Nevertheless, Reve was definitely not weak-minded. A little self-doubt was okay. It would make him more cautious in his endeavors.Reve entered a meditative stance, calming his turbulent mind, 'I can only move forwards now. Tomorrow, the Tribe of Somnia will debut.'To prepare for this, he had to save up his energy. Reve Amethyst wasn't planning a gentle debut!.....The following day.At the outskirts of Starhold, where the loathsome hills of the Forbidden Peaks resided, two hooded individuals trotted its edges.They stopped after the image of a large mountain appeared in their view. There were other mountains beside it but none held such grandiose.The titanious mountain towered over the rest easily. Covered its peak was a ring of clouds that seemed to exalt the mountain just as how mortals bow to gods.One of the hooded figures said calmly, "Dorian, is this it?"The other hooded figure replied politely, "Yes, Kimon. The highest peak is your destination, the home of Black Market. Beware, a few miles further and you would be attacked by the miasma.""Do not worry about that. I have countermeasures against it," replied Kimon.He focused on the titan mountain, many kilometers away, one last time before saying to Dorian, "You have done well. You can leave now. I will go on myself.""As you wish," lightly bowed Dorian.Kimon thought inwardly, 'oh no, he is becoming smoother with his words.'He had noticed that Dorian ordained himself as Kimon's personal attendant. He, along with the gang, saw Kimon as an almost supreme figure.If not for Kimon intervening in their affairs, they would have referred to him as their 'light.' Kimon.or better yet, Reve, waited till Dorian left the vicinity before he moved.He walked for a while and stopped as soon as he saw something in front. The way ahead was foggy, clouded with some sort of deadly green gas that corroded all lifeforms, even the trees weren't spared from this occurrence.'So, this is the miasma of the Forbidden Peak. I can see why people feared it.'If he took just another step forward, the miasma would attack him. Yet, knowing that, Reve still did it.He died his hand into the miasma and watched as the green gas ate his flesh. Quickly, after having enough, Reve brought back his hand.'The corrosion is rough. It doesn't corrode cleanly. Furthermore, ...'Just as he had expected, Reve's muscles grew back in place. It seemed that his healing factor would play a major role in his mission to reach the top.
