Early the next morning, academy security personnel delivered the package to the dormitory.
Before he began brewing the Clear Heart Wine, Feng Qi wrote down the steps in detail in his notebook.
He carefully reviewed them several times before starting.
Compared with directly consuming Rune Crystals, Clear Heart Wine could save him quite a bit of money.
But every failure required five successful batches afterward to make up for it. If he failed again, it would hardly be worth the loss.
Repeating the previous steps, he was exceptionally cautious throughout the brewing process this time.
Not a single step went wrong.
After about an hour of effort, pale blue medicinal liquid began dripping continuously from the tube at the side of the machine.
Realizing that he had succeeded, Feng Qi smiled.
A moment later, he picked up the glass bottle and shut off the auxiliary medicine-refining device.
Before entering the Future Dreamland, he carefully cleaned the machine to ensure that any residual liquid would not affect the next batch.
After finishing all that, he sat on the dormitory sofa and drank half a bottle of Clear Heart Wine.
The wine slid down his throat, bringing a bone-chilling coldness.
Then his body began to heat up, and the energy progress bar rose in leaps.
In the end, the energy progress bar stopped at 4%.
Riding the hazy drunkenness, he lay on the sofa, closed his eyes, and began to drift toward sleep.
This timeline had little to do with the Technology Research Institute. Everything centered on the Tiger Soul Research Institute, and he had no idea what would happen.
As he mulled over his thoughts, drowsiness surged up. His consciousness gradually scattered, and his expression grew peaceful...
The blood moon hung high while dark clouds pressed low.
This time, the