The abilities of a Lucky One were just as the potion's name suggested: they made a Beyonder exceptionally lucky. They might find money while out on an ordinary walk, roll exactly what they wanted on the dice, or discover that the girl they liked happened to like them back.
However, this luck was passive and beyond their control.
Sometimes it was incredibly powerful; sometimes they were no different from an ordinary person.
Another uncontrollable ability that depends on luck. What's the point of this...? As he absorbed the knowledge imparted by the potion, Lorne felt rather speechless.
An ability you can't fully control hardly counts as an ability. At best, it's a buff, and it might even affect your judgment at a critical moment and turn into a debuff.
Can't I get something more tangible? Even a painfully clichéd ball of light or a shock wave would do. At that thought, Lorne actually began to envy Danitz's fireballs.
And what's with the potion being digested for no reason? Is there really something wrong with this pathway?
"Um, Brando... are you all right...?" Danitz asked with concern when he saw Lorne standing there in silence.
Lorne's expression was grave, and he said nothing.
To be honest, he felt fine. Exceptionally fine, in fact. An indescribable sense of comfort filled his body, and he knew it was the feeling of having completely digested the potion.
But that was precisely why his expression was so grave. Phenomena that defied intuition like this were often the most unsettling.
King Roy adjusted his glasses as well. "How do you feel? Is something wrong?"
"I..."
Lorne did not know how to answer. He struggled to find the words.
"Well..."
"Well, how should I put this... Could you sell me the Sequence 6 potion formula while you're