Half a month later, inside Locke's dormitory.
Locke's magic pressure was currently 9,030. With the Compression Method, the uniquely favorable environment of Golden Crown Mountain, and the influx from the Natural Force Plane, he was still able to maintain a vigorous rate of growth of one point of mana per day during the First-Ring Crystallization Stage.
At this moment, inside the potion room in his dormitory, Locke manipulated the Magic Flame, changing it eight times in succession. The liquid in the cauldron suddenly exploded, and the liquid inside reacted in a chain reaction. Dozens of natural magic-structure components repelled one another, transforming into energy that erupted outward.
Locke promptly cast the Permanent Defense Field, then used the Life Force Field, attempting to compress the explosion into the size of a basketball.
The next moment, a gap split open in the crystalline wall barrier condensed from the Life Force Field, and it nearly went completely out of control.
Locke immediately took the Nine-Headed Snake Magic Plant, which he had stored in advance with magic pressure, from his Astral Ring and instantly used Mister's Power.
He forcibly suppressed the terrifying power of the explosion.
Only then did he prevent the explosion from sweeping through the entire potion room. However, the cauldron wrapped in Mister's Power was completely twisted and utterly melted by the force of the explosion.
Locke recited an incantation and summoned the Black Hole Witch Peach, sucking the pile of dangerous potion waste into the black hole deep within Golden Crown Mountain.
"The consequences of failing halfway through the refinement of the Luck Potion are truly terrifying." Locke ordered the Wood Elf maid to come in and clean up, his expression somewhat grim. "The difficulty of refining the Luck Potion is exceptionally high. No wonder it's the third round of