Ruger looked around, then spread his hands to gauge the size. This brewing room was roughly two and a half times as large as his room in the corner of the fourth floor. Although the equipment looked somewhat old as well, it was clearly of a higher grade, and there were even some alchemical instruments he did not recognize.
Old Lunse paid no attention to Ruger looking around. All his attention was on the strange mushroom in his hand, which seemed both real and illusory.
"A Fighter Potion. That really is a good choice..."
Murmuring to himself, Old Lunse studied the mushroom in his hand as he approached the workbench.
At his words, Ruger drew his gaze back and quietly followed.
In truth, he knew why Old Lunse had agreed to his suggestion so decisively: it was the safest first step. Before discussing the mushroom's supposed value, they had to confirm one thing-whether this seemingly real yet illusory thing could blend perfectly with materials from the Cavern World. The rule of the Nightmare World was that there were no consistent rules, so no one could be certain before testing it. The Fighter Potion was a potion Old Lunse felt confident would pose no problems, and this mushroom was related to the gloom mushroom.
"Dreaming mushroom? A good name. Simple and straightforward..."
Old Lunse kept nodding as he listened to Ruger's account.
Ruger carefully recounted how they had discovered and eaten the mushrooms, along with their reactions. Although few individuals had eaten them, the reactions of the three of them could still serve as a reference, especially since Layden had eaten the mushrooms twice.
Old Lunse began working at the bench, starting the so-called essence extraction.
Ruger was given a task as well. Holding small magic stones in standard portions, he