True Perfect Potion

The day after receiving the potion, Pastor John hurried to the branch of the Alchemist Association in the capital of Stormwind City.

As a high-level alchemist and a rare magic-wielding priest, Pastor John held significant weight within the Alchemist Association.

People bowed to greet him from time to time, but Pastor John was too preoccupied to even return the gestures, burying his head and charging forward.

Pastor John burst directly into the president's office, but it was empty.

This was normal; the person serving as president of the Alchemist Association was no mere administrator. The president was required to be a Grandmaster Alchemist, and one with top-tier achievements at that.

When not busy, they were always immersed in alchemical research. Pastor John rushed to the president's alchemy laboratory and, without even knocking, charged inside, startling the president so badly that the alchemical materials in his hands suffered a mana backlash.

Fortunately, the president was quick-witted enough to activate the protective barrier, containing the explosion within the device.

Turning around, the president glared at John; had it not been for recognizing him, the magic in his hands would have been unleashed immediately.

"What is the situation? What major event has occurred?" the president asked. "Why are you barging in without knocking? This isn't like you. Do you know what I was refining?"

"Teacher, forget about those things, take a look at this." As it turned out, the president was Pastor John's teacher, which explained why he hadn't been attacked.

Pastor John handed the Perfect Healing Potion to the president.

"In terms of mana density, this is indeed a perfect-quality healing potion. Where did you get this? And why is the color gold?" The president took the potion, observed it carefully for a while, and spoke to Pastor John.

The anger in his eyes had long since been replaced by excitement.

This bottle of perfect-quality healing potion was truly significant; the losses from earlier had been cast to the back of his mind.

"Teacher, are you certain this is a perfect-quality healing potion?" Pastor John asked the president for confirmation.

"Yes, there is no mistake, it is a perfect-quality healing potion, though the color is a bit strange. I recall the association records stating the last time a perfect-quality potion appeared was seven years ago. The most recent perfect-quality healing potion was eighteen years ago. As it happens, that potion is in our branch's warehouse. Shall we go take a look now?" the president said.

"Alright, let's go take a look and verify it," Pastor John nodded.

They arrived at the warehouse, where the president found the warehouse manager and retrieved the perfect-quality healing potion from eighteen years ago.

What appeared before them was a bottle of bright red liquid.

"Could it be that the mana faded and the color changed?" Seeing that the color of the healing potion was different from the one Drew had refined, Pastor John asked in confusion.

"That shouldn't be the case. The warehouse's protective measures are excellent; mana degradation wouldn't happen. Hmm, the mana hasn't changed; it is still perfect quality," the president said after inspecting the potion in his hand. "Strange. Perhaps I should check the records to see if there are any clues."

They ran to the association's library and found the records from that time.

The documents detailed the situation of that perfect-quality healing potion, and all the data matched the bottle they had just seen perfectly.

This meant that the perfect-quality healing potion was fine, so did the problem lie with the healing potion Drew had refined?

Could it be that what Drew refined was not a perfect-quality healing potion?

But the mana had indeed reached two hundred percent of a standard potion.

Fortunately, the president patiently continued to examine the materials and discovered a note left by the Grandmaster Alchemist who had refined that perfect-quality potion: "Alas, it was just a tiny bit short of reaching the golden, true perfect quality."

What? There was a "true perfect quality" above perfect quality?

Golden—wasn't the healing potion Drew refined exactly that color?

Could it be that the healing potion Drew refined was not of perfect quality, but of true perfect quality?

The president felt the possibility was high and threw himself back into the library, scouring every piece of information related to true perfect quality.

Poor Pastor John had set out from Moonbrook early in the morning to reach Stormwind City, only arriving at the Alchemist Association toward evening.

Lacking the clearance to enter the deepest sections of the library with the president, he could only wait outside.

He waited and waited, but the president did not emerge. He waited until dawn, and still, the president had not come out, leaving Pastor John anxious to the point of desperation.

Just as Pastor John was preparing to go catch some sleep, the president finally emerged.

His hair was a tangled mess like a bird's nest, and his dark circles were deep and heavy; he clearly hadn't slept all night.

However, his eyes were bright and filled with excitement.

"How did it go, Teacher? Why did it take so long to look up the information? Did you find any clues?" Pastor John asked hurriedly.

If he didn't get a clear answer, he wouldn't be able to sleep even if he tried.

"Yes, I spent all night and finally figured it out. This is not a perfect-quality healing potion," the president replied.

Upon hearing this result, Pastor John felt deeply disappointed.

But the president's next words immediately made his heart leap.

"This is a bottle of true perfect-quality healing potion."

"True Perfect quality? What is that?"

The president said nothing more, handing the documents in his hand to Pastor John.

Pastor John took them and began to read intently, his initial drowsiness vanishing instantly.

It turned out that standard Perfect quality potions referred to those reaching two hundred percent of the mana found in ordinary potions.

However, different potions have different upper limits, so as previously stated, if a potion's limit does not exceed two hundred percent, then anything within a certain range of that limit is considered a Perfect quality potion.

That applies to potions with limits lower than two hundred percent of an ordinary potion, but what about those with limits higher than two hundred percent?

Reaching two hundred percent is enough to be called a Perfect potion, but in reality, it may still be far from the true limit.

In fact, regardless of whether the limit is lower or higher than two hundred percent, the Perfect quality potions that have appeared in recent decades have all had a certain gap from the potion's absolute limit; such Perfect potions with a gap are merely ordinary Perfect potions.

Yet, when a potion is crafted that truly reaches its limit, a qualitative change occurs.

Externally, all limit-breaking potions turn a golden color, and internally, they undergo various transformations.

To distinguish this class of limit-breaking potions from ordinary Perfect quality potions, they are called True Perfect Potion.

What does a qualitative change mean? Take the Healing Potion, for example; an ordinary Perfect quality Healing Potion simply has a better therapeutic effect.

It does not undergo a qualitative change, and it still cannot be used by ordinary people.

However, the True Perfect Potion crafted by Drew has undergone a qualitative change, making it safe for use by ordinary people.

The last time a True Perfect Potion appeared in history was over eighty years ago; having not appeared for decades, the concept had gradually been forgotten over several generations.

Until today, because of the potion Drew crafted, this concept has been brought back to light.

It can be said that this is of epoch-making significance.

Additionally, Pastor John noted that the creators of the True Perfect Potion recorded in history all produced them in a flash of inspiration, meaning they were non-repeatable.

But Drew brought out two bottles in a row, proving that Drew's success can be replicated. Pastor John shared this discovery with the president.

The president was shocked for a moment before speaking solemnly to Pastor John: "This matter is of extreme importance. Since he can replicate it, it means the method can be used by others."

"This is too important for our Alchemist Association. You must invite Master Drew over here."

"Yes, I understand."