A few hours later, with only nine-tenths of his mana bar remaining, Viktor finally gave up on the idea of ​​running out of mana.

Now he truly believed that Vega was a god.

Vega nodded in satisfaction, perhaps Victor's actions had satisfied its curiosity.

'This is truly interesting. Should I let you stay a few more hours so I can ponder the mysteries of your spellcasting?'

Victor offered Vega a silent protest.

Seeing Victor's expressionless face, it gave up.

'That's enough for now. What are your plans? Are you going to spend the whole day in this backyard?'

Its deep eyes were fixed on Viktor, as if it were trying to discern some other secrets from him.

"Let's go to the market to buy some things."

Viktor offered a lukewarm remark, but the crow remained perched on his shoulder, unwilling to fly away.

'I'll keep following you and see what you buy.'

After hearing what Vega said, Victor breathed a sigh of relief and called the servants to prepare the carriage.

......

Viktor entered the shop and, looking at the dazzling array of materials, headed straight for a counter.

What do you want to buy?

When the shop owner saw someone buying something, he naturally rushed out to greet the customer.

Victor tapped the table and said softly, "Lizard dragon tail, Harpy feather, beetle shell... give me a bag of all thirty of these materials."

"Great! This guest is truly generous."

The shop owner agreed while checking all the materials Viktor had ordered.

"There are thirty bags of various materials here. Would you like someone to deliver them to your home?"

Victor waved his hand, rubbed the ring on his hand, and instantly all the materials disappeared.

Upon seeing this, the shop owner's smile became even more exaggerated.

"Haha, our guest is truly blessed with a treasure."

"You must come again next time!"

After Victor left, the shop assistant approached the shop owner and asked, "Boss, who is this guy?"

The shop owner gave him a stern tap and said in a stern voice, "Don't ask. With such a high-level storage ring, your status must be extraordinary!"

Only Viktor knew that he didn't have any storage rings; the ring on his hand was just an ornament. He put it directly into the player's backpack, and even Vega didn't understand his actions.

Vega, wings outstretched, cackled in Viktor's ear with a hoarse, raven-like voice.

Viktor listened quietly, his eyes fixed intently on the various tools that could be made that flashed before him.

I bought a lot of materials to craft the items needed in the early stages of the game.

In the original game design, each player, regardless of class, has an extremely rich and specialized crafting recipe. As a player, Victor can naturally access these recipes at will.

Satisfied with all the materials, Victor returned to his residence, went into the mansion's basement, and rummaged through some corners to find a pile of glass bottles.

'What do you want to do?'

Vija, perched on his shoulder, felt a tremor in his heart; his intuition told him that Viktor was about to do something again.

The divine intuition is always accurate. All they saw was Victor gradually kneading the various materials together with his hands, his palms constantly emitting light, and the crackling sounds gradually amplifying.

'What are you doing? Stop it!'

Vega felt like he was going crazy. What was he doing in the basement? Making gunpowder?

Viktor didn't listen to a word it said; instead, he became even more enthusiastic.

After a flash of bright light, the empty bottles on the table were filled with red liquid. Looking at the large quantity of healing potions before him, Vega couldn't help but grumble a few words:

'You really are extraordinary; making healing potions is as dangerous as making bombs.'

Victor chuckled and nodded, staring at the list of red potions in front of him.

【Recovery Potion (Small)】: Restores 300 health points at a time.

Indeed, the most effective way to reassure Viktor was through the tangible numerical representation of the props.

Vega stared at the pile of healing potions on the table, a faint blue light gleaming in his single eye.

The red medicine has a slightly blackish tint; the more intense the red color, the stronger the therapeutic effect.

Vega jumped off his shoulder, flew to the table, uncorked a bottle, and poured it into his mouth.

It felt a moment of disorientation, smacked its beak, and looked at Victor again:

'Did you really make this potion yourself?'

Victor admitted it, but Vega fell into deep thought.

'What's wrong with this kid? The potion's concentration and effect are completely comparable to a low-level healing spell from the Goddess of Healing. Could this kid be hiding some kind of divine power?'

On second thought, it's not necessarily a bad thing that Victor has this ability. Anyway, he has already signed a contract with him, so he can be considered to have a relatively powerful prop master.

Vega suddenly asked him, "Should we consider selling some? This quality would definitely make a fortune."

Viktor shook his head and refused. He said he wanted to keep these things for himself, and he wasn't short of money, so there was no need for them at the moment.

His hands instantly released a dazzling blue light, and he concocted a bunch of magic potions in the same way.

Every time Vega sees Viktor create a prop, he feels a little bit of a shock.

Making props by hand is something even master prop makers cannot do.

Could it be that he awakened a creation-type spell that is one in a million?

It was only drawn to this human soul, but now, it understands Viktor less and less.

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