Two hours later.
Angel emerged from the Geometric Space, his expression relaxed.
He had finished refining the Groundcloth Potion. The final result was... a flawed product.
Though it was flawed, Angel still breathed a sigh of relief.
The Groundcloth Potion differed from other potions. The most perfect was not necessarily the best; the most suitable was.
To give a simple example, a perfect-grade Groundcloth Potion could expand one sheet of paper into a thousand, letting you write to your heart's content.
But if you had only intended to write a short prose poem, perhaps ten or twenty pages would suffice. The remaining nine hundred and eighty pages would be wasted.
Therefore, when choosing a Groundcloth Potion, it was best to match it to one's own needs.
Angel had calculated it himself. The magic energy array he wanted to inscribe onto the hat would consume, at most, "several dozen pages," so a flawed product was already enough.
A flawed product was sufficient to expand the energy surface layer to "a hundred pages."
Angel had originally aimed to refine a flawed product. After all, flawed products were quicker to refine, consumed fewer materials, and offered excellent value for money.
The final result had met his expectations.
Naturally, that was why he looked so relaxed.
In high spirits, Angel returned to the livestream area.
"Any progress?" Angel asked as he sat down beside Luigi.
"Some, but not much." Luigi briefly summarized what had happened during the past two hours.
Under Kaia's lead, they had successfully arrived at the junkyard.
Kaia seemed well acquainted with the people at the junkyard. After greeting them, he led the group to an area specifically used to process old newspapers.
There were several newspapers in Cloud Harbor City, but the one specializing in social news and major stories