While Logo was holding a banquet to celebrate becoming first in line to inherit, the genetic potion Lancelot had ordered on the dark web finally arrived.
Once again, a robot delivered it. Payment came before collection.
Lancelot opened his communicator and transferred a total of 430,000 red notes to an anonymous account. After spending that money, he was completely broke, with only a little over a thousand left in his account.
Once the payment went through, the safe inside the robot's abdomen opened with a click. Inside was a sealed metal box twenty centimeters long.
He opened the lid, revealing a vial of blue-purple potion.
Lancelot carefully closed the lid. The genetic potion could be kept in the metal box for up to sixty days.
In the gym, Lancelot brought up his information panel.
[Flow Method Lv5] Active - Uses a special method to reduce mental entropy and improve mental efficiency, greatly enhancing perception, memory, and learning ability. Divided into three states: focus, Heightened Focus, and absolute focus.
Only at Lv11 could the Flow Method enter a state of Heightened Focus. Combined with his experience from his previous life, he could completely eliminate the side effects of the inferior genetic potion.
The Flow Method had risen from Lv1 to Lv5 in just a few days.
But the higher a knowledge skill's level, the harder it was to raise. Getting the Flow Method to Lv11 in the thirty-odd days remaining was still a daunting task.
"Keep training!"
Lancelot cleared his mind of distractions, put the genetic potion away, and picked up the dumbbells beside him to work out.
Over the past few days, Lancelot had made tremendous progress. His constitution attribute had doubled, and he looked much more robust, with clearly defined muscles bulging beneath his pale golden skin.
His spirit attribute had also risen to 0.9. His eyes were brighter and more striking, like a piece of obsidian polished over many years, with a distinctive luster.
If the old Lancelot had been a pretty boy, a soft, cuddly little puppy, he was now a big wolfhound, brimming with testosterone and highly aggressive.
In a bedroom in the Campbell Family castle, Logo sat cross-legged on the bed while Crassus sprawled out fast asleep. His rumbling sounded like a small motor, but rather than being annoying, it was soothing.
Higher-Dimensional Information Space.
Surrounded by a river of stars, Logo began selecting the knowledge he had been thinking about for a long time.
Alchemy!
With the Eye of Insight, Logo had never been best suited to the profession of a knight who relied on brute force, but to research-oriented professions like spellcaster and alchemist.
Who wouldn't want to be a mage?
If you could kite your opponents from a distance, who'd want to get all sweaty rubbing muscles together? It's not like I'm gay!
A god-tier talent like [Truth Analysis] would be wasted on a knight-a pearl cast into darkness, a terrible waste, a swan marrying a toad...
Had Logo not needed to become extraordinary as soon as possible, he would have begun studying alchemy the moment he was reborn, aiming to become a [professional alchemist].
Mages needed elemental affinity, but alchemists didn't. They only needed a talent for spirit.
Logo struggled to choose from the vast ocean of knowledge.
It wasn't that there was too little knowledge of alchemy. Quite the opposite: as one of the most popular professions in the astral realm, alchemy was very widespread.
Aslant Civilization was a magic-oriented civilization that had also studied alchemy in great depth. Its dazzling array of alchemical works left him spoilt for choice.
After five hours, Logo finally found the alchemy texts best suited to him.
"General Outline of Aslant Alchemy," "A Detailed Introduction to the Fundamentals of Mechanical Alchemy," "Karashenko's Analysis of Materials Science," "Meifen's Detailed Explanation of Runes," "Compilation of Precautions for Alchemy Apprentices"...
There were eleven books in all. If written on paper, any one of them could have filled ten rooms.
When Logo chose to receive the information, the stars of information turned into meteors that flew toward him, all vanishing into his chest.
On the bed, Logo sat cross-legged. A sharp pain shot through his head, and then his eyes rolled back, leaving him lying motionless on the bed.
Crassus, who had been sleeping, drowsily opened his eyes. Thinking Logo was going to sleep too, he paid him no further attention.
He changed positions, closed his eyes, and went back to sleep.
Three hours later, Logo slowly woke up with a splitting headache. He had underestimated the impact of the information flow; if there had been any more knowledge, he might have gone to see Augustus.
"I nearly got myself killed."
After muttering a few words, Logo looked at Crassus, who was still sleeping beside him, and felt his temper flare.
I nearly kicked the bucket just now, you know that?
And you were sleeping so soundly.
At that thought, Logo rubbed the cat's head and woke Crassus up.
"What is it?" Crassus stretched lazily.
"Nothing. Did you dream just now?"
"Huh? What's wrong with you?"
"..."
The man and the cat stared at each other for a moment, then decided to go have dinner together.
"What should we have tonight?" Logo asked.
"Whatever!"
"'Whatever' is the hardest meal to make. Don't make things difficult for our gentle, lovely head maid."
"Then let's have white-skinned buffalo-a whole-buffalo feast!"
"Let's stick with whatever!"
"•᷄ࡇ•᷅"
After dinner, Logo slept well. As for Crassus, he was a typical night owl and was often out at night.
Early the next morning, Crassus returned with a yawn and flopped onto the bed, falling straight asleep. Logo, meanwhile, got up full of energy.
After washing up and eating a breakfast carefully prepared by the head maid, he went to the left side of the castle.
There was a laboratory under construction there.
Logo had ordered the servants to build it seven days ago, and it was now essentially complete.
Walking into the laboratory was like stepping into a silver-white world, with all kinds of alchemical instruments installed throughout.
A molecular distiller, a plant essence extraction device, a constant-temperature device, a material analysis balance, a gas chromatograph, a material element analyzer, a natural element analyzer, a precision machine tool, an air purifier, a temperature-control tube, a gas-washing bottle...
It was a dazzling assortment.
"Young master, all this alchemy equipment was purchased from the Seven Magitech Nations. The quality is absolutely first-rate."
"Mm, I'm not worried about the quality. Everyone knows the Holy Stone People are famous across Planet Oklo for their exacting standards for alchemy equipment."
Logo smiled and waved Lunbate away.
Lunbate asked nothing and withdrew respectfully.
Doing his work diligently, keeping his eyes wide open and his mouth firmly shut-those were the disciplines of a butler.