Amid the billowing smoke from the explosion, Saine, clad in a black robe, and Lina flew out of the ruins of the Magic Tower, both covered in soot and dust.
Sure enough, absolute confidence did not necessarily mean success.
A seventy percent certainty also meant a thirty percent chance of failure.
The experimental accident this time had mainly occurred because Saine had failed to properly control the elemental ratios during the final stages of upgrading the Magic Staff.
In a high-end Alchemy Experiment, a hair's breadth of error could lead to a difference of a thousand miles.
With two godheads serving as the primary energy source, it was no wonder the explosion had been so astonishing.
As Saine and Lina flew out of the Magic Tower, the Half-Orc Eugene and the others flew over as well.
Though the billowing smoke made the disturbance seem enormous, the blast had actually been contained within a very small area and had caused no collateral injuries.
Failure was the mother of success. With this failed attempt under his belt, Saine's chances of successfully improving the Magic Staff next time would rise to eighty, perhaps even ninety percent.
"Sorry for causing you some trouble," Lina said as she stepped forward to address Eugene and the others.
At that moment, Saine was still muttering somewhat neurotically at the ruins of the Magic Tower below.
Everything Saine muttered consisted of data and computational principles involved in the Alchemy Experiment.
Although the explosion had interrupted Saine's experiment, the storm of thought in his mind had not ceased.
"It's all right. We only came to see what happened. It's good that neither of you was hurt."
"If you need anything, feel free to ask us. We Half-Orcs will do our best to help our friends," Eugene said with a