Rejuvenation Potion

By combining various potent restorative herbs and highly toxic magic crystals, as well as some extremely precious rare treasures, the potion he concocted was already taking shape, lacking only the most crucial ingredient: a special herb that could restore a person's bodily functions to those of infancy.

"Over the years, this is the only plant I've managed to get my hands on. If I don't succeed this time, I might never have another chance in my life."

Fitz carefully moved a small, dusty peachwood box from the bottom corner of the cupboard.

Although the box looked like an unwanted toy because it had been stored for so long, only Fitz knew the great price he had paid to obtain this herb.

The reason he ended up homeless on the streets of Äußerst was because his the boss took him in.

The reason for this was that after he first learned about this herb, he sold all his possessions and went into the deep mountains of the North just to collect it.

Although he managed to bring one back by sheer luck, the entire guard team he had built with the majority of his fortune to protect him perished in that operation.

Not long after they found the herb, they encountered a powerful Demons. If it weren't for the others' strong protection, Fitz would have certainly died in that attack. However, in the end, the others also died at the hands of the Demons while trying to save him.

Upon returning home, Fitz, to repay everyone's kindness, distributed all the remaining money to their families. He then left the city where he had lived since childhood, carrying a load of medicine and equipment. He eventually wandered until he reached Äußerst, where, thanks to the kindness of his the boss, he found a place to stay.

With mixed emotions, he opened this long-sealed box, feeling as if he were unlocking a past he had sealed away.

The look in his eyes was also completely different from usual.

If Fitz was usually like a mental patient, then at this moment he was a mental patient with a sharp, serious expression.

He had never told his story to anyone here, not even the boss who had initially saved him.

He's always been a bit crazy because he doesn't want others to have any ill intentions because of his abilities.

The reason I'm willing to help my the boss is simply because I want to repay a debt of gratitude.

After spending time with the owner, he realized that the boss was a middle-aged man who wasn't a bad person at heart. So, while maintaining his image, the owner never skimped on the ingredients when making the potions, which is why the potions in the boss's shop have maintained a good reputation to this day.

It wasn't until Galan gave him a chance that he was able to completely extricate himself from the matter.

Even during his wanderings, he never stopped researching the [Rejuvenation Potion]. With the ideas provided by Galan, he is finally about to fulfill his long-held dream.

He had already carried far too much on his shoulders. At this point, he was like a machine that started up without an on/off switch, having no circuit from the moment it began.

The deaths of the guards and the grief of their families were key catalysts; if he were to give up on his dreams so easily because of these setbacks over the years...

Then weren't those who died for themselves just throwing their lives away in vain?

This is not only for himself, but also for those who died protecting him.

Fortunately, my persistence is finally paying off...

He slowly opened the box and took out the rare herb that had been perfectly preserved inside.

Because of the special nature of this box, the medicinal properties of the herbs have been almost perfectly preserved even after so many years.

It can perform the miraculous feat of briefly returning people to a childlike state. Although the actual duration may only be a few minutes, this incredible effect is comparable to many other astonishing magical spells.

Swallowing hard, Galan carefully placed it into the steaming crucible.

"Gurgle!!"

The surface of the medicinal liquid, which had been relatively calm, began to boil violently just seconds after the herbs were added.

Fitz held his breath, watching intently every reaction of the medicine in the pot.

At this point, he had done everything he could and made all the necessary preparations.

This pot of medicine is the culmination of all his hard work over the years, and it represents the most important moment of his life.

As the herbs dissolved in the boiling medicinal water, their miraculous medicinal power continued to spread.

The originally dark yellow potion began to slowly change, transforming into an extremely brilliant golden yellow.

Golden yellow...

Fitz looked at the reaction inside the pot, unsure whether it could be considered a success.

But as the medicine in the pot changed again, his heart jumped into his throat once more.

Inside the crucible, beneath the golden vortex, a strange purple began to spread, gradually overshadowing the original golden color. As the last trace of gold was replaced by the brilliant purple liquid, the medicine in the crucible ceased to change and became calm, like a pool of stagnant water that had been still for a long time.

But right now, Fitz's heart was in turmoil. If the golden potion at least had the potential to retain the original medicinal properties of the herbs, then what were the characteristics of this purple potion?

He didn't know, because there was no record of anyone having done this before. Everything Fitz has done today can be considered a significant chapter in the history of alchemy, regardless of whether he succeeds or not.

But Fitz would never see it that way.

For him, failure was an unbearable outcome; ever since that incident, success had become the only path for him.

"If we fail... then so be it, I'll just die."

He looked around the small, dirty storage room with a hint of despair, and suddenly felt that it wasn't so bad for someone like him to end up like this.

It's a bit of a hassle for the boss to come and help me clean up...

He grabbed an empty bottle that he had prepared beforehand, scooped a bottle of medicine from the crucible, and then drank it all without hesitation.

If dying on the spot was his final fate, Fitz accepted it.

This was his fate, and also the debt he owed. In any case, at least in the end he chose a way to die that he wouldn't regret.