Based on his understanding of the World Tree, having enough potions, without attempting to skip levels, meant he could slowly whittle down the monsters and remain invincible.
Ten bottles each of the red and blue bottles represent the minimum quantity calculated precisely; losing even one bottle would cause anxiety.
In other words, these potions were Linda's life savings, and she would never use them casually unless in the most desperate situation.
Linda gently stroked the potions on her belt, muttering to herself:
"Jack, you were my first life-restoring potion. I remember it clearly; it dropped from a lava monster on the first level of the World Tree. I whittled down my health for six hours for you..."
And Lucy, you come from the third level of the World Tree. You casually killed a monster and it dropped the most precious reward it could drop, which is you—a small life recovery potion, Lucy. The day you got it was undoubtedly a miracle!
Then there's Oslan... You're from the fifth level of the World Tree.
"Kirby, I bought you from that black guy for a fortune. His cork was huge, it must have hurt you a lot. Luckily, I prepared a cork of the right size for you."
Linda knew them all like the back of her hand, remembering the name and origin of each of the 20 little blue and little red bottles.
His expression was one of utter rapture as he animatedly recounted his story with Kaphni.
Magic potions? No, they're Linda's family!
"Ugh, disgusting." Kaphni looked at Linda with disgust, as if she had seen her in a new light. "How can anyone still be obsessed with potions? Disgusting, perverted, just die already."
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