The elves were stunned.
But although they had gone bald, they also seemed to have become far stronger in an instant!
Could this be the side effect of that powerful potion?!
The very next moment, amid that surging power, the captain grabbed his spear and pointed it at the aberration deep within the swarm with a roar.
"Prepare to charge!!"
Under the elven troops' astonished gazes,
the five elves who had downed the potions charged at the aberration with weapons in hand, raging like primeval beasts and moving at an unimaginable speed.
They swept aside the masses of insects along their path as easily as slicing vegetables.
"They're so strong! The captain and the others suddenly got so strong!"
"What kind of potion is this?! How could it boost their combat power this much in such a short time?!"
"But Captain! At least put some armor on! Don't charge in with your ass hanging out! (ΩДΩ)!"
"Captain!!"
Under their astonished gazes,
those five bald, bare-assed brutes bursting with immense power bulldozed their way into the deepest part of the swarm, as though possessed by gods of war.
Meanwhile,
across the Dark World, bald, bare-assed brutes were displaying their overwhelming might in one field after another.
Vision Realm.
[Breaking news: a ten-year-old boy of the Blood Demon Race in the City of Sin suddenly went bald and gained a massive power boost. He defeated fifteen Tentacle Demons in his trial while bare-assed, breaking the Vampire Clan's century-old record!] [Breaking news: a shipwrecked fleet of the One-Horned Ghosts in the Sea of Annihilation was successfully rescued. The cause was reportedly a certain first mate's scalp suddenly flashing at high frequency. Passing ships mistook it for a lighthouse and successfully located them!] [Breaking news: a Werewolf in the City of Sin was surrounded by the Vampire Clan. After transforming and bursting out of his clothes, he suddenly went bald and shed his fur, gaining tremendous strength. He defeated over a dozen vampires while bare-assed and successfully escaped pursuit!]
The Potion Shop.
[Ding! Your renown in the City of Sin +10] [Ding! Your renown in the Dark Elf Royal Court +5] [Ding! Your renown among Succubi +10]
Over the past few hours, all kinds of notifications had kept ringing in Lynn's ears as he prepared Flesh Regeneration Potions.
Clearly, all this renown came from the thirty bottles of Critical Hit Potion he had sold earlier.
But Lynn paid them no mind.
At that moment,
he was standing before a large cauldron, utterly focused and solemn-faced, staring at the thick red liquid inside.
Bubble-
Bubbles rose from the cauldron one after another.
"Add one chunk of Blood Demon flesh."
"One liter of blended Slime mucus."
"One demon gecko tail."
"One gram of dark bat droppings."
"Stir thoroughly, then add a little dental calculus from a Headhunter..."
Lynn put on a mask and meticulously began brewing his potion according to the Flesh Regeneration Potion recipe.
[Ding! Alchemy experience +1] [Ding! Alchemy experience +1] [Ding! You have mastered Intermediate Alchemy. You have gained intelligence +1, base experience +200]
System notifications kept ringing in his ears.
A full half hour later, Lynn poured the freshly brewed potion into bottles one by one.
"All done!"
Smiling, Lynn wiped away his sweat.
This was one of the two recipes the system had rewarded him with. Unlike the Critical Hit Potion, the Flesh Regeneration Potion was a supportive Recovery Potion. As its name suggested, it could rapidly regenerate flesh and heal injuries.
[Flesh Regeneration Potion]: top-tier potion. After use, it can rapidly heal external injuries and regrow severed limbs, but it may come with a few minor side effects...
Of this potion,
he had brewed seventeen bottles in total.
It wasn't that he didn't want to brew more. He had simply used up the most crucial ingredient: tissue from a Root-Level Monster.
And that sort of material could only be found by luck.
Returning to the front room, Lynn set his carefully brewed potions on the counter, closed his eyes, and waited for customers.
But after his experience with the Critical Hit Potion,
Lynn really wanted to know what side effects this potion would have. Still, there shouldn't be any particularly strange adverse reactions, right?
Now,
all he needed was a guinea pig to show up!
Knock, knock, knock-
A knock came from outside.
Lynn immediately stood up, put on a professional smile, and said,
"Welcome to the Bloodsaw Apothecary. We're here to serve you."
At the entrance, a fairy with a pair of jet-black moth wings on her back slowly landed on the ground.
She appeared to be less than fifty centimeters tall and wore a full suit of black knight's armor. Her chest bulged outward, and a miniature longsword hung from the belt loop on her left.
But the right half of her body was drenched in blood, and her arm looked as though something had torn it off.
It was a mangled mess of flesh and blood.
Click-
The fairy reached up with her little hand and pushed up her helmet's visor, revealing a pair of dark eyes. In a babyish voice, she said earnestly,
"Need surgery, 'kay!"
Her panel instantly appeared before Lynn's eyes.
[Black Moth Fairy] [Level]: 88 [Age]: 99 [Race]: fairy [Alignment]: chaotic friendly [Combat ability]: small but capable. The best things come in small packages. [Description]: the fairy race originally came from the World Above, but a small portion of them were banished to the Dark World long ago. They gradually evolved into Dark Fairies adapted to the Dark World's environment, possessing exceptional mobility and night vision. However, because their combat abilities cannot compete with other races of the same level, they are often kept as pets...
Lynn paused.
This was his first time seeing a member of this race.
[Ding! You have triggered the quest: regrow a severed arm. Quest rewards: Skeleton Coins: 200, base experience: 200, special reward x1]
"Please come in!"
Lynn put on a professional smile.
His gaze immediately fell on her torn-off arm.
Flutter-
The Black Moth Fairy fluttered her wings and flew onto the chair in front of the counter. But she was so short that even standing on the chair, she could barely reach Lynn's level.
"A monster ate my arm!"
The Black Moth Fairy pointed at her mangled left arm, reached up to push her fallen visor back into place, and revealed a pair of dark eyes, her expression earnest.
"Need treatment, or I'll die. It took so long to find a potion shop. You'll cure me, 'kay?"
She seemed innocent and clueless, and very easy to fool.
Lynn gave her a kindly smile, adjusted his monocle, and said,
"Rest assured. Our Bloodsaw Apothecary is the finest potion shop within a hundred miles of Wandering Soul Alley, with an excellent reputation. Never mind a missing arm-even if you were burned to ashes, our medicine could bring you back!"
The Black Moth Fairy stared hard at him.
"Really, 'kay?"
She really wanted to believe him.
But why did she keep feeling that something sinister lurked beneath that seemingly kindly smile?
"You're not planning to drug me unconscious, tie me up, and hide me in the attic to do awful things to me, are you?"
She asked earnestly.
"..."
"..."
That blunt question left Lynn completely at a loss for words.
Was this a trait of her race? Why would she ask someone a question like that right to their face?!
And even if they wanted to, they obviously wouldn't admit it when asked!
"No," Lynn replied earnestly.
"That's good." The Black Moth Fairy relaxed, letting out a tiny sigh of relief from behind her visor.
[Ding! The Black Moth Fairy's affection toward you +10]
Lynn: "???"
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