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Chapter 76 Wittgold Throws Out the White Glove
The professor's lips twitched, but he still explained, "Judging from the panel data, the Potpot Bug is indeed an extremely rare magical spirit. To this day, no one has been able to research its fixed alchemy method. Its rarity mainly lies in its defense value of up to 2200, which is the ultimate value that a Tier 1 magical spirit can achieve."
通常情况下，三星魔导精灵卡的顶尖攻防应该是1500.课本上非常清楚的记载着各个星级的魔导精灵的顶尖攻防。1星：5002星：10003星：15004星：20005星：25006星：星：40009星：4500
These top-tier offensive and defensive stats are achieved by sacrificing one of their attributes. However, there are always exceptions. Shuckle is one of them. As a three-star magical Pokémon, Shuckle sacrifices much more than just attack. Its weaknesses are very obvious: extremely slow speed and a petite size of only 0.6 meters make it unsuitable as a tank. Therefore, while Shuckle is rare, its versatility is not high. But Dark's Shuckle is a golden one! And its four skills are all very practical. [Sturdy: Passive skill, magical Pokémon with this skill cannot be instantly killed.] [Power Split: Uses psychic powers to add its own attack to the opponent's, then splits it evenly.] [Defense Split: Uses psychic powers to add its own defense to the opponent's, then splits it evenly.] [Power Trick: Uses psychic powers to exchange its attack and defense stats.] With these four skills, Shuckle, while not a suitable tank, can certainly be a skilled magician. In a proper duel, it would undoubtedly become the enemy's nightmare! Dark, of course, couldn't reveal the skill information of "Potpot." The Magic Spirit card only displays the Magic Spirit's magic power, attack, and defense; its special moves are hidden. Professor Kazel, though curious, didn't probe further. He smiled slightly: "Dimon, Lady Luck is truly on your side." Dark nodded: "I think so too."
Having naturally finished his practical lesson as the "number one," Dark began observing the other students' crafting techniques. Perhaps because of their prior experience crafting [Magical Beasts], the young mages performed quite well in this lesson, and many successfully crafted Magical Spirit Cards.
Following Dark, the second successful one was indeed Emma? Since Emma didn't summon her magical spirit in class, Dark had no idea what the [Golden Beast] she created actually was.
There are simply too many types of magical spirits, many of which aren't even recorded in books. But the most attention-grabbing person in this class was the son of a hero! Witt's magical spirit card was created with a sonic explosion. When everyone turned to look, he, with his face blackened by the explosion, pulled a complete magical card from the ashes! WH, probably impatient to see what his magical spirit looked like, summoned it directly from the back of the classroom. It was a giant monster! The enormous creature, its back almost touching the ceiling, let out a terrifying roar the moment it appeared! "Wow!" WHL Witt wiped the dirt off his face, revealing his pearly white teeth, and excitedly looked up. "If I had had this earlier, Robert wouldn't have been so puzzled in the secret passage." "Witt, what did you say?" "Nothing." Witt laughed loudly, "Look at my troll, isn't it cool?" Robert couldn't help but cover his nose: "I don't know if it's cool or not, but it looks a bit dim-witted?" Witt said happily: "Isn't that what trolls are like? Brainless, strong, thick-skinned. But what's a weakness if you're brainless? I have brains." Robert: "That makes sense." As the two were talking, Professor Cazell had already walked over: "God, how could you summon a troll in the classroom?" Witt quickly said: "I'll take it back right away." But the news that the son of the hero had created a troll was already known to the whole class. The troll was a standard three-star top-tier magical spirit, with both offense and defense, and it could often be seen on the field. This undoubtedly made Witt show off a lot.
Of course, compared to Witt's [Giant], Dark was more concerned about the magical spirit Diana had created—a brown [Earth Bear]! No wonder she's a member of the Kingdom's Bear clan; she really has a connection with bears! Diana happily hugged her magical spirit card, turning around to show it off incessantly. Dark could only coax her back like a child. Meanwhile, Rose also completed her second attempt at crafting before get out of class ended, successfully creating her own magical spirit—a rabbit-type magical spirit like her [Magical Beast: Snow Rabbit], seemingly possessing a healing-type ultimate skill.
This lesson was a tremendous leap for the first-year students. Most of them now had their first magical spirits that could be used in competitions. At the same time, having learned how to craft magical spirits, they were finally able to purchase materials and craft them on their own. It could almost be said that from this moment on, they truly began their journey into the world of magical spirits.
To Dark's surprise, after Potions class this afternoon, Witt and Robert approached him and challenged him to a duel! Dark was immediately astonished. Although he was familiar with the school rules and knew that the academy strongly supported formal duels between students, he still couldn't understand Witt's behavior. "Has Witt evolved into the protagonist of a fantasy novel, finding the unique rhythm of a protagonist: increase strength → show off and slap someone in the face + increase strength → show off and slap someone in the face, and then I become the one who gets slapped in the face?" With a slightly strange expression, Dark asked, "Why?" But he didn't expect Witt to come prepared. He and Robert exchanged a glance, seemingly drawing strength from their best friend's eyes, and he immediately said, "I know you haven't looked at me properly since the start of the semester."
Dark: "Echo Witt: 'Don't deny it, I can sense your attitude towards me.' Dark: 'Echo Witt:' But today, I will definitely let you know that we are on the same level! (;) Dark: 'Then do you know the rules of duels between students?' Witt asked doubtfully, 'Fair, just, open.'"
Dark couldn't help but want to cover his face: "It's at least a 100-credit bet. Witt!"
So if you come to a duel without knowing anything and are full of enthusiasm, how can you expect to pay the price?
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Chapter 77 Darkdemon's Compassionate Heart [7]
Wait a minute! Witt's expression changed, and he quickly pulled Robert to a corner. The two then took out their Sorting Cards, entered their magic to check the relevant regulations, and then Witt whispered, "What's going on, Robert? Is there really a college that supports gambling?" Robert thought for a moment and said, "I'm not sure, but I think I've heard something." Zhunte: "What is it?" Robert tried to lower his voice as much as possible: "Our college seems to be the biggest gambling boss behind the dueling competition." Zhunte: "Hiss - don't talk nonsense, what if the professor hears us?" "Hey, shall we continue? By the way, do you really think that as long as we show our strength, we can increase Dark's favorability?" Robert said seriously: "Of course! Dark is, after all, the Duke's only son, born with nobility, it's normal for him to be a little arrogant. Don't be fooled by his approachable demeanor when he talks to us, actually..." Witt: "How so?" "Robert" "This is what I heard from my dad's friend." These kinds of people are actually arrogant and haughty. The reason they seem amiable is because they don't care about others, treating them like cats and dogs. Of course, they won't hold a grudge. "There's such a saying?" Witt exclaimed in surprise.
Robert affirmed, "Otherwise, how else could it be explained that his favorability towards you has remained unchanged for so many days, fluctuating around 45? That makes perfect sense!" Robert continued, "Therefore, win or lose, as long as you demonstrate your strength, there will definitely be a turning point. Unlocking the 80-point favorability level won't be without paying a price." He then added, "So, credits..."
Robert: "Sorry, I only got 68 points."
Witt:
Dark leaned against the wall for a while, actually quite looking forward to his duel with Witt. After all, the rhythm of improving strength → showing off and slapping faces is really satisfying. He could also test out [the pot's] abilities. However, when Witt and Robert returned, both seemed very embarrassed. Witt hesitated for a long time before finally saying, "How about lending me one point?"
Borrowing points
Dark was taken aback: "You only have 99 points?" "0, huh?" Witt scratched his head, embarrassed, "We ran out of materials." Wait a minute, didn't you get your materials from the 10-credit store? But as the saying goes, don't expose someone's shortcomings, Dark's emotional intelligence wasn't that low. He said helplessly, "I'm not the kind of person who won't lend you a single credit." But as soon as he said this, Witt's expression changed again, and after saying "Just a moment," he pulled Robert back to the corner.
Witt whispered, "Robert, if we had borrowed credits from Dark back then, wouldn't it have been much easier?" Robert: "Oh! Witt: 'For example, if I had 10 credits and someone asked me to borrow 5, I probably wouldn't have been willing to lend them. But what if I had 1000 credits?' Robert: 'But we hadn't even spoken to him!' Witt: 'It's not like that. Like your example—it's like seeing a cat or dog and casually giving them some food.'"
Robert: "Witt, promise me, don't be so humble, okay?"
Robert: "Actually, if we actually borrowed the money, we might lose even more, so don't worry about it." Witt: "Hmm!"
A while later, Witt and Robert returned to Dark. Dark had intended to say that borrowing credits to duel someone sounded rather foolish, and suggested rescheduling for tomorrow. However, Witt gave him a "I'm ready, come on!" look. Dark reluctantly granted him the credits. It's bizarre that someone would borrow money just to give it to someone else.
Dark asked, "So, where should we go for the duel arena?" Witt quickly waved his hand, "There are too many people there. How about finding a corner of the castle?" Dark nodded, "That works too." So the three of them went directly to a corner on the castle's upper floor. There weren't many such deserted corners in the castle. Robert said, "I'll be the referee. The duel will be a variant of Elite Mode, and only one Magical Spirit can be used. If the Magical Spirit loses, it's a loss. The Sorting Card will be used as proof, and the stake is 100 credits. Do either side have any objections?" "No objections." "x2 Thus, the contract was formed. The three students' Sorting Cards were then recorded. Dark, who also wanted to test the [Jug] skill, drew it out. As for Witt, naturally, he had [Troll] in hand and was full of confidence. Although when he discussed it with Robert, he said that winning or losing was irrelevant. But how could he really have such a cowardly thought? It's a duel, and you have to win! The two separated by about five meters, each holding a Magical Spirit Card in their hand. Robert suddenly shouted: "Battle countdown, 3, 2, 1, begin! Directly enter the battle phase?" Dark and Witt's facial expressions changed almost simultaneously. "In my name, Magical Summon! Come forth, Jarug!" Dark casually swiped, completing the Normal Summon in just six Secrets. Jarug, which had not breathed fresh air since its birth, materialized upon landing, a small spirit that did not show any particular strength on the surface.
"Ming will be a little late."
The monstrous creature summoned by Witt landed abruptly, roaring at Pot Pot! The foul stench spewing from its mouth distorted space, ripples seeming to emanate from it. This nearly four-meter-tall monster, though only a three-star magical spirit, possessed remarkably balanced and powerful stats across the board. [Card Name: Monstrous] [Type: Spirit Card]
[Level: 0] [Race: Demi-human] [Attribute: Normal] [Magic: 1200] [Attack: 1500] [Defense: 1400] [Ultimate Skill: Self-Sacrificing Impact] Its attack value reaches the level of normal...
With a perfect three-star rating, strong magic power and defense, it's a standard card in duels that has been thoroughly studied by mages. "Standard" doesn't mean weak; on the contrary, it's undoubtedly a synonym for strength. Because it's powerful and easy to use, it frequently appears in duels. As a Normal-type monster, it has almost no weaknesses, making it an excellent choice for expanding your deck. Its ultimate move, [Sacrifice Impact], can inflict heavy damage on the enemy at the cost of reducing its maximum magic power by half. When the monster displays its unparalleled power, both Witt and Robert can't help but show excited expressions. "Charge, monster!"
At Witt's command, the giant immediately strode forward with its thick legs toward the ant-like Potpot. In just two or three steps, it was in front of Potpot, then raised its foot high and stomped down heavily!
Smoke and dust were everywhere.
Chapter 78 Darkdemon Teasing Fate [8]
Witt watched excitedly, not believing the little red turtle could withstand the giant's stomping. But three seconds later, the sluggish giant suddenly let out a gurgling scream. Under the watchful eyes of the three humans, it abruptly raised its foot to clutch it, hopping on one leg like a rabbit. Judging by its sweating and screaming, it seemed to be in real pain! → In the center of its right foot was a blood-red, spherical indentation. Meanwhile, the turtle, seemingly unaffected by the force of the stomp, nonchalantly poked its tentacle-like head out of the hole: "Plop plop!"
Provoked and humiliated, the troll's eyes gradually gushed a blood-red hue, thick veins bulging at the corners of its eyes. Its gaze towards Shuttle changed. Without Witt's command, the troll suddenly raised its extremely long arms, clenching its massive fists tightly, then leaped, landing in an arch, its upper body bent, and slamming its fists down! "Bang!" Shuttle was bounced up again. But its shell-shrinking speed was exceptionally fast; not a single scratch appeared on its red shell. Witt and Robert, watching from the sidelines, had never witnessed such violence at such close range. Robert was completely dumbfounded, forgetting his referee duties. Witt was slightly better, but still speechless with shock. He only knew that this was its troll! The powerful, reliable, invincible troll! "Bang! Bang! Bang!" The troll relentlessly hammered Shuttle again and again! Only from the front, Dark could see that the lower edge of its palm was abnormally red and swollen. But unlike its previous state of screaming in agony, the troll now seemed to have fallen into a state of mild berserk frenzy. In this state of mild berserk frenzy, it had clearly lost its sense of pain, repeatedly performing futile efforts.
Yes. The mighty, invincible troll in Viter's eyes was, in Dark's eyes, just a little idiot. Why not just pick up Shuttlecock, so small and light, with an attack of 0? Why not just throw it? Why insist on hammering it? But considering it's a troll known for its stupidity, it's somewhat understandable. Dark watched calmly. He had learned from his textbooks that the attack and defense values displayed on the Magic Spirit Cards could be used as a reference, but only as a reference. Each Magic Spirit, depending on its own situation, each part, and each attack method, would have different attack and defense values. Like Shuttlecock, only its hard shell could truly reach the 2200 limit of defense, while its body was quite fragile. Even the shell didn't have 2200 defense in every part. Every powerful mage knew the true situation of their own Magic Spirit intimately and was adept at showcasing their strongest points in battle. Now, under the troll's hammering, Shuttlecock's defensive strength was being revealed bit by bit, after a full minute of continuous hammering. Potpot remained unharmed. But the troll, far from being discouraged, became even more agitated. "Enough, troll! Grab it with your hands!" After a full minute of ecstasy, Witt finally calmed down. He quickly issued the best command he could think of. Upon hearing the command, the troll froze in place for half a minute, then opened its swollen hand and slapped down! "Distribute the force equally." Dark's voice finally rang out. Potpot, having been passively beaten for over a minute, immediately opened its sharp eyes. When the troll's hand fell, the force between them was completely evenly distributed. Then, Potpot raised one of its paws, successfully blocking the troll's massive hand strike! The scene froze at that moment. It was as if one hand was supporting the sky. The troll panted heavily, its face becoming increasingly ferocious. "Troll!" Seeing that the troll was truly helpless against the pot, Vitt decisively ordered it to use its ultimate move, [Self-Sacrifice Impact]. But this time, the troll suddenly turned around, its blood-red eyes glaring fiercely at its master, its ferocious aura uncontrollably radiating outwards. Vitt felt a chill in his heart, his tone faltering, the command interrupted? Dark on the other side asked lightly, "God, does your troll have a skill similar to Berserk?" "Berserk? No, this is just—" Vitt raised his hand, his expression suddenly changing drastically. The [Troll] magic card, which had originally been radiating blue light, was now surrounded by a purple halo. And the feedback after he injected magic power contained the skill "Berserk"! "Oh no!" His heart skipped a beat.
The giant monster had gone completely berserk!
It spread its arms, its face terrifying, its gaping maw revealing jagged, sharp fangs. Then it suddenly turned to look at Robert, who was standing on the side of the field. Perhaps bullying the weak and fearing the strong is truly in the nature of creatures. Even in its complete rage, the troll keenly targeted the weakest, Robert. Robert probably never imagined that he, merely a referee standing on the sidelines, would suffer this undeserved calamity. His face was pale and his lips trembled, unable to even cast a normal summoning spell. The troll wouldn't give him any more time. The enormous black shadow obscured Robert's vision, his pupils dilated rapidly, completely overwhelmed by the troll's ferocious, bloodthirsty aura after its rage; escape was no longer an option. "Vi, Vit..."
He leaned against the wall, almost crying. "Robert, don't be afraid, I'll take it back right now!" Witt frantically shook the [Troll] magic card, trying to return the troll to the card. But his calls went unanswered. The troll grabbed Robert. But just as it was about to throw Robert away, fate intervened. The tiny pot, like a crane lifting a car, lifted the troll's heel. The troll lost its balance and crashed headfirst into the wall. (WWW Robert)
He noticed that the fingers holding him had loosened and hurriedly tried to escape. He just happened to pass by Dark. Dark watched the giant monster with great interest, suddenly realizing that this might be the script from the first Harry Potter book that led the three to become friends. And he himself was now standing in this copied (plagiarized) script, replacing Emma.
But he quickly shook his head. This should be a normal world, without any so-called "plot inertia," where everyone's fate is in their own hands. This situation is likely just a minor coincidence. Using his "Power Trick," Potts, transformed into a 2200-attack Mighty Earth, grabbed the troll's toe.
Chapter 79 The Exquisite and Ingenious Uses of Teapots [9]
The giant monster actually only had 750 attack left. Despite its still enormous size and terrifying aura, it was nothing but a useless piece of junk compared to the 2200 attack of the Potts. "Bang!" the Potts roared like a strongman, grabbing the giant's toes and violently flinging it into a spiral, slamming it against the wall! It truly lived up to its reputation as St. Marian's Castle; even after such a terrifying impact, it remained intact, only slightly shaken and shedding a bit of dust. The giant was now sprawled on the wall in a "T" shape. Its head was the most severely damaged, and it was visibly forced into a "Berserk" state. It could no longer resist Witt's card summons and was forcibly withdrawn. At the same time, the faint light on the Potts' body quickly faded. The Potts possessed four skills. Except for the passive skill [Sturdy], each skill cost 100 mana, and the effects had very short durations. Furthermore, its overall magic power is only 900, and its skills also have cooldowns. This means that under normal circumstances, Shuttlecock can only unleash one punch. But considering it's only a three-star magical spirit that can be normally summoned, it already lives up to its gold card status.
Dark was very satisfied and put it back. But Witt over there was a grimace. No one could have predicted how things had turned out. Witt still felt a deep sense of guilt, and he rushed to Robert's side, carefully asking if he was injured. Robert was lucky; aside from being frightened, he was unharmed. Dark watched as Robert hugged Witt, almost crying, and shook his head, preparing to turn and leave. As for the duel bet, he wasn't exactly a rule-abiding citizen. But he had only taken a few steps when Witt called him back. Witt gritted his teeth and insisted, "You win, but I'll win next time!" Dark nodded in agreement, "Go for it." Witt hesitated for a moment, but still crossed out 100, explaining that he would pay back the 1 point he owed tomorrow morning. As Dark turned his back to them and left, Robert, having recovered, quickly reminded Witt, who then slowly pulled out [Forbidden Love] and shone it on the back of Darkt's head.
Dak's mind raced, but he pretended not to notice, gradually disappearing around the corner.
"How is it?" Robert asked, wiping away his tears. Witt showed him the [Forbidden Love], and the favorability rating was still 45! Robert exclaimed in astonishment, "Useless!" Witt nodded, his face ashen, but then added, "Maybe I didn't perform well. Damn it, I couldn't even control my own magical spirit! How could there be such a waste?" Robert asked suspiciously, "Are you cursing yourself? Can you not say it out loud?" Was that really the case? Dark, who had paused briefly at the corner, turned and left. Witt's true purpose wasn't far off from his guess; in fact, thinking about it carefully, it was quite speechless. However, the fact that he could easily discover his back of the head being spied on this time also showed that his "Alien God Technique" was progressing well, at least much faster than Professor Kazel's prediction. He believed that it wouldn't be long before he fully mastered this secret technique for condensing spiritual power. Then, he wouldn't have to worry about being spied on by [Forbidden Love] anymore. In fact, [Forbidden Love] had very little impact on him; he only saw a slight threat to the future. Since this world possesses methods for spying on minds, we must be wary. The [Netherworld God Technique] is merely a rudimentary countermeasure; it's necessary to seek more powerful methods in the future.
Back in his dorm, Dark first experimented with the effects of the Sin series Spellcards on Shuckle. There was an effect, but aside from a noticeable increase in Intelligence level, it didn't exhibit the decisive changes in abilities seen with Eevee. Dark speculated that this stemmed from the unique nature of Eevee. Not all Spellbeasts possess the "change" factor like Eevee? Of course, it could also be that Shuckle is incompatible with Pride and Elysium, or simply that Shuckle's "change" potential had already reached its peak.
After recording the experimental data, Dark continued his research on the mental aspects. Around 1:3.0 PM, he suddenly stopped taking notes and drew a Shuttle in his notebook. Next to the Shuttle, he drew a few berries. Ah, no wonder he felt like he'd forgotten something. "This Shuttle, besides fighting, has a very important ability. Its pot-like shell can dissolve and ferment stored berries into a sticky, delicious sap, which even has the special function of restoring stamina!" "Considering the unique nature of berries, this world might not have the same berries as the Pokémon world, but using other fruits as substitutes might still produce decent juice." Curious, Dark glanced at the large pile of berries in the corner. These were the berries he'd bought to collect flower cards, and he was worried he couldn't finish them all by himself: perfect for experiments! Since it was an experiment, he couldn't just haphazardly stuff the berries in. Dark categorized the berries. First, apples, then citrus fruits, then pears. That was all he'd bought. "Let's start with apples." Dark enthusiastically took out the [Shuttle] card and performed a normal summon. Shuttle's shell had several holes through which berries could be inserted. If they didn't fit, he'd cut them into pieces! Dark put a piece of apple into one of the holes. Shuttle, whose intelligence level had already reached 3.0 or higher, immediately wriggled and rubbed against Dark's hand. "Good boy." "Dak reassured it a little. After understanding his meaning, the pot retracted into its shell and quickly dissolved and fermented. In less than five minutes, the amount of three apples was successfully fermented into delicious apple juice! Dak said to the pot..."
He thanked him and temporarily put it back into his Magic Card. While replenishing its magic, he summoned Impmon. Impmon flew down from the bird perch and looked at the three glasses of apple juice on the table. This time, he actually showed a serious expression. You see, as a familiar, it doesn't actually need to eat. It only needs to return to its Sorting Card periodically to replenish its magic. Of course, as a Digimon, it does have the ability to eat. "Try one," Dark tempted. Impmon immediately lowered its head, leaned over to the nearest glass, and drank the entire glass of apple juice in one go! "How is it?" Dark asked with concern. Impmon squinted and carefully tasted it. After a while, it said: "I feel much better in the head." Anyway, it was confirmed to be non-toxic. Dark also picked up a glass and carefully tasted it. Then, his brain, which had become tired from reading for a long time, became active again. "Does it have a brain-boosting effect? This is very apple-like!"
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Chapter 80 Darkdemon's First Visit to the Girls' Dormitory
Apples are highly nutritious, rich in minerals and vitamins. They are neutral in nature, sweet and slightly sour in taste, and can quench thirst, clear heat and relieve irritability, and aid digestion. They also have a slight effect on nourishing the brain and blood, and calming the mind and promoting sleep. However, after being transformed by the pot, these effects are somewhat amplified? There are quite a few similar magical potions. But a magical potion that can be made from just one apple, and tastes so delicious, is obviously impossible.
Also at this time.
Otherwise, juicers would be everywhere. "I'll try to check at the library tomorrow. Dak, continue your experiments."
This time, citrus fruits were used. Three citrus fruits, three cups of orange juice. Impmon drank first as a sign of respect. Then, its face turned pale, and it rushed into the container with a splash. When it emerged, it was refreshed. Dark didn't touch the other two cups of orange juice, letting them dissolve and ferment quickly. The resulting three cups of pear juice smelled sweet and refreshing. Without Dark's command, Impmon drank one cup in one gulp, then suddenly squinted its eyes and stood still, savoring it for a long time. Dark asked, "How is it?" Impmon then replied, "It's gotten cold, isn't it?"
He picked up a glass of pear juice and took a sip. He did feel a cool, refreshing sensation in his throat and a strange sense of clarity in his lungs. "It clears heat, reduces inflammation, stops coughs, and moisturizes the lungs. It tastes like rock sugar pear juice."
So Dak wrote in his notebook: Apple juice: Brain-boosting and invigorating. Orange juice: Smooths digestion and stimulates appetite. Pear: Cools the body and clears the lungs. "This feels like something a traditional Chinese medicine doctor would say," Dak chuckled to himself after writing it.
However, the fruits used for experiments right now are all ordinary fruits, and the special effects extracted from them aren't particularly strong. This weekend, I can go to the Traveler's Street and pick out some fruits that already have special effects to ferment; perhaps I can get some juice comparable to magic potions. Also, the fruits that the Cat Grass will soon bear seem like they could be fermented as well. These are all things worth considering.
"It seems that Rose said she had indigestion, probably because she ate too much beef with Diana."
“Hmm, Diana will be reading and playing games tonight. Eating too much beef can cause internal heat.” “Two drinks each, that’s perfect.” Dak didn’t think much of it, found a plate, and carried four glasses of juice out the door. Diana’s room was 233, and Rose’s room was 234; they were easy to remember. This was Dak’s first time entering the female-dominated area, and he felt that even the floor was cleaner than the male-dominated area.
Fortunately, it was already past nine o'clock at night, and there wasn't a soul in the hallway. Dark arrived at number 233 first and knocked on the door. "Who is it?" a soft voice came from inside. "It's me."
Dark waited outside the door for a while before Diana opened it, blushing. She looked up at Dark and whispered, "It's so late, why did you suddenly decide to come over?" Dark smiled faintly and moved the plate down a bit: "I made a few more glasses of juice." "Is that so?" Diana twisted the corner of her nightgown with her fingers, stepped back slightly, revealing a crack in the door. "Then come in!" Was it appropriate? Dark hadn't originally planned to come in, but since he was here, he might as well sit down. After all, they were relatively good friends in the academy. Both dorm rooms were of the same standard, but Diana's room visually appeared much more luxurious than Dark's.
She must have spent a lot of her credits decorating her room. Not only are the walls covered in pink wallpaper, but the corners and shelves are also filled with teddy bears of all sizes.
One of the black and white bears, with a bow-like ornament on its ear, was particularly eye-catching.
Dark glanced at the panda familiar forced to wear a floral dress and suddenly realized he was actually quite kind to Devimon. At least it didn't have to wear a dress. Dark put down the plate, picked out a glass of citrus juice and apple juice, and moved them to the desk. A half-finished workbook lay on the desk. It seemed Diana had just been engaged in a fierce battle with them. "Citrus juice, good for digestion and appetite, but drink less," Dark said.
Diana leaned over and sniffed, then handed the citrus juice back to Dak; "I don't need this." Dak: "Okay, true." Then, Diana picked up the apple juice and gulped it down. After a while, her eyes lit up, and she suddenly felt much clearer: Here it comes! Here it comes! The mood is on. Dak smiled slightly. "Do you want pear juice to cool down and reduce internal heat?" "Hehe." Diana's eyes turned to the next room, "Give it to Rose, she's feeling hot." Dak nodded: "Then I'll go over."
So Dak knocked on Rose's door again. Rose opened the door, peeked out, and invited him in after seeing him. She was wearing a white nightgown, her belly slightly protruding, and her lips chapped, clearly from eating too much beef and not having digested it yet. Dak left her some citrus and pear juice.
Back in his dorm, Dak glanced at the last bit of citrus juice, debating whether to drink it or not, but ultimately decided to drink it. And he had to admit, he felt much more refreshed after leaving the fourth dormitory. "Apple juice and pear juice are both good options; I should keep some on hand from now on."
During the first dueling class on Tuesday.
Professor Jones learned that the first-year students had all created new magical spirits the day before, so he randomly selected a few students to come up on stage for a battle demonstration.
Someone suggested holding an in-class competition similar to the last one. However, Professor Jones said it wasn't the right time yet. Magic Spirit Cards are only the largest category among the five major categories of magic cards. The next in-class competition will be held after most students have crafted their first magic card or item card.
As for the venue cards and ritual cards, these are extremely advanced topics, and she doesn't expect the first-year students to learn them in the first semester. After class, Victor arrived as scheduled to pay the 1 point he owed from the previous day.
The credits were returned to Dark. The son of the hero showed his usual enthusiasm for repaying the money.
Dark accepted the credit and was considering how to create magic cards or item cards. "Perhaps we could use the juice fermented in the pot as the core ingredient."
Chapter 81 There is no book that Darkdemon cannot finish.
There was no need to wait for the professors' lectures. After making up his mind, Dak went straight to the library after his afternoon History of Magic class. He quickly found a book he knew well: "Pierre's Personal Guide—How to Make Magic Cards from Potions." Pierre was a very famous potion expert in magical history; from his perspective, no potion couldn't be made into a magic card! This guide was as thick as three fingers, making it daunting. Even upperclassmen rarely had the courage to take it off the shelf, let alone first-year students. After taking it down, Dak suddenly remembered he had another problem to solve, so he temporarily placed it on the table in the reading room, using his shoulder bag to reserve the space, and then continued searching through the bookshelves. Soon, he found a picture book about insect species and turned to the description of the "Potwell Bug." The description was rather brief, but it covered the essentials. "Potwell Bug" is a rare magical spirit that doesn't exist in reality and can only be created by chance. In fact, most "Potwell Bugs" are white cards with no skills. The rarer blue cards at most have the passive skill "Sturdy." whl has never had a skill like "Power Trick." The card name "Potwell Bug" is just "Potwell Bug," which is only one character different from Dark's "Potwell." Perhaps it is this one character difference that gives these two magical spirits, which have the same appearance and stats, different life forms. In addition, the activation of the Great Sin series magical cards gave "Potwell" the special ability to ferment fruit into juice. wh In other words, his "Potwell" is absolutely unique!
After resolving his doubts, Dark returned to the reading room, only to suddenly notice someone at his seat flipping through a book with an extremely long title: "Pierre Explains It to You." He walked over and lightly tapped the table: "Ahem!" Emma looked up at him, then silently put the book down and returned to her seat. Dark pretended nothing had happened and began to study the book. The book clearly explained the difference between potions and potions refined into magic cards. Potions refined into magic cards, depending on their form, would be categorized into magic cards and item cards, but their actual effects wouldn't differ significantly.
Existing potions are generally one-time use; once consumed, they're gone. However, when refined into magic cards, they become reusable potion cards. The drawback of potion cards is that their effects are weakened and their effects are not lasting. For example, a potion that restores 10 mana per second after consumption might, after being refined into a potion card, only restore 10 mana per use.
The advantages of [Potion] cards are their ease of use, portability, and reusability. Of course, the more precious the potion, the more difficult it is to craft a [Potion] card. Without sufficient skill, one might even lose everything. For mages, to use potions in duels, they must first craft them into [Potion] cards. Learning to craft potion cards is a necessary step for every mage.
From that afternoon onward, Dak began to slowly immerse himself in his books, temporarily setting aside everything else. However, Diana, having tasted the sweetness of apple juice, started shamelessly asking him for it every day, while Rose developed a strong interest in pear juice. Apple juice was good for the brain and could refresh the mind, making it a suitable study drink, plus it tasted good. Dak found Diana's requests for apple juice very easy to understand. But pear juice? He knew it was good for clearing heat and reducing internal fire. But you can't be hot-tempered every day, can you? It wasn't until Rose told him that it cleared heat, detoxified, and prevented acne that he suddenly understood. But was it really effective? Dak didn't know. Human knowledge has its limits, and he didn't pursue the matter further.
Friday arrived in the blink of an eye. After the morning dueling class, the students once again looked forward to their trip to Traveller's Street. With only a week left until Halloween, more and more people were starting to think about their costumes for the masquerade ball. Some upperclassmen were even making contact with potential partners for the ball. The Halloween ball wasn't as romantic or charming as the Christmas ball. Besides, there was the usual ghost-hunting activity, which had never been very popular with the students.
But this time was different. The prince's scheduled attendance elevated the ball's style from a bizarre costume event to another level. One student even declared on the spot that he would wear the most formal attire to this costume ball, transforming into a prince perfectly matched with the princess, aiming to sing a song with her. How he was ridiculed is another matter entirely. In short, those comical and strange costumes were no longer as popular as last year. Sets that showcased the wearer's handsomeness and charisma, such as vampire, knight, and royal palace themes, became more popular. The increasingly romantic atmosphere also sparked other ideas among the male and female students. They began looking for dance partners. - The first-year students, lacking the advanced awareness of the higher-year students, would probably only begin to emerge in a few days. Dark entered Traveler's Street at this time, but to find suitable fruits for his materials. Traveler's Street was a fruit shop, but it really only sold pears and apples. He would certainly buy some apples and pears to take back, but his main purpose now was fruits with special effects. For example, the legendary ambergris fruit! - Just kidding. Even if whl really existed, Dark couldn't afford it. The first place he went to was the "Journey" materials shop.
But not long after, he went out again. "Journey" did indeed have various materials, but regarding fruit, the only option was dried fruit. And as everyone knows, dried fruit doesn't have juice. After leaving "Journey," Dark wandered the streets for a while before entering "Guguwu Flower and Wood Shop," where he had previously bought the Insect Tree. Buying fruit from a flower and wood shop sounds absurd, but in the golden autumn season, quite a few of the shops actually bore fruit!
The plump auntie who owned the shop clearly remembered the first-year student who could afford the pine tree. When Dak asked, she smiled and said, "I can sell it, but the fruit is part of the value of the plant. If you buy the fruit, wouldn't my plant have to..."
Dak smiled and said, "But the fruit has to be picked when it's ripe. I only need to buy one or two that have been picked or fallen." Aunt Fat said, "That's not much, and you might not find what you're looking for." Dak said, "You can take a look."
Even if I die today, nailed to a coffin, I will still write the remaining three chapters in my grave!
Chapter 82 Darkdemon Transforms into a Fruit Farmer Father [10]
The plump auntie clearly showed some favoritism towards Dak. But how could anyone not like a first-year student who was so studious, polite, and had such a cute, handsome face? She beckoned to Dak and walked towards the counter. When Dak reached the counter, he saw her bring up a basket from below. The basket wasn't large; upon closer inspection, there were only five fruits inside. Dak hadn't studied plants outside his area of expertise, so he couldn't tell what kind of plants these fruits came from. But not knowing isn't shameful; pretending to know is. So he asked curiously, "Auntie, what kinds of plants produce these fruits, and what are their effects?" The plump auntie reached into the basket and pulled three fruits together, saying, "These three are fruits from the Singing Tree. The Singing Tree is a type of bonsai tree that can sing four times when sunlight shines through it." It's said to be a "green clock" perfectly suited for keeping in a dormitory, but for the first time, Dark learned that the Singing Tree could also bear fruit. These three Singing Tree fruits were only the size of a longan, looking more like three large blueberries. But what special effect did the Singing Tree fruit have that it could teach someone to coo? Dark looked up at the plump aunt. The plump aunt smiled: "You first-year students probably haven't learned this yet, but the Singing Tree fruit is actually one of the core materials for the [Silence Card]. They can absorb sound waves..."
Dak thought for a moment, then asked doubtfully, "That's not right. If the fruit of the Singing Tree can absorb sound waves, then wouldn't the Singing Tree be unable to make a sound after it grows fruit?" The plump aunt shook her head and said, "On the contrary, after it grows fruit, the Singing Tree's cry will become even brighter. They absorb sound waves and store them, then unleash them again." Dak was still puzzled, but the plump aunt clearly wasn't going to continue. She took one of the remaining two fruits and placed it on the table. This fruit had a shape similar to a vine, but was only the size of a palm. The plump aunt said, "This is the fruit of the Spiral Tree." Dak looked confused: "Spiral Tree? What kind of tree is that?" The plump aunt pointed to one of the small trees in the shop. Dak looked over. It was a strange little tree with a spiral-shaped trunk. Its leaves curled up like wind chimes, and when they spun slightly in the breeze, they even made a wind chime sound. "So why don't you just call me Auntie Fengjiao Tree?" said the chubby woman. "Applying the leaves of the Spiral Tree to the base of the ear can effectively prevent dizziness. The best-selling motion sickness patches are made primarily from the leaves of the Spiral Tree. Its fruit, on the other hand, can make people drunk without alcohol, causing dizziness."
Dakton immediately became interested in the pineapple-like spiral tree fruit. Aunt Wuh, on the other hand, picked up the last fruit. It was a translucent fruit similar in size to an orange.
Upon closer inspection, one could even see the seed of the fruit. The plump auntie said, "This is the fruit of the Insect Tree." whl Dark exclaimed in surprise, "The Insect Tree can bear fruit?" "Of course," the plump auntie explained with a smile, "but it requires a very special cultivation method to produce fruit. Its fruit is extremely rare; it can store temporary memories, which can be released with a little magic power—it's a natural memory orb."
There were three Singing Tree Fruits, one Spiral Tree Fruit, and one Insect Tree Fruit. A total of five fruits. The Singing Tree Fruit was the cheapest, costing only 10 credits each. The Spiral Tree Fruit was slightly more expensive, costing 30 credits each. As for the Insect Tree Fruit, its price was equivalent to half an Insect Tree! Although Dark had credits, he wasn't one to squander them. He ultimately didn't buy the Insect Tree Fruit, but only spent 60 credits on the remaining four. Mainly, he couldn't imagine what additional uses the Insect Tree Fruit would have after being fermented into juice. If he wanted to store memories, why not just plant an Insect Tree and get another fruit? It would be redundant. The Singing Tree Fruit and Spiral Tree Fruit, on the other hand, seemed quite useful. After leaving the Cuckoo Bird Flower Shop, Dark started exploring again. Many areas of Traveler's Street were actually not open to first-year students. This was mainly because first-year students' understanding of magic was still incomplete. Is excessive contact with dangerous things harmful and useless? After much searching, Dark finally found a potion shop. The potion shop not only sold ready-made potions but also some materials for potion making, naturally including fruits and herbs. Moreover, all the fruits here were clearly priced and had detailed information. Dark picked out a few White Wood Fruits and Blue Blue Fruits. White Wood Fruits were a core ingredient for making healing potions, while Blue Blue Fruits were the raw material for making mana-restoring potions. In Professor Thompson's magic class, Dark had used Blue Blue Fruits to make [Speed Mana Potions] and [Mana Restoring Potions]. He even kept the potions he made in those two classes in his dormitory. Once he learned how to refine potions into magic cards, he would prioritize experimenting with those two potions. White Wood Fruits and Blue Blue Fruits were both 20 credits each, a student discount. He bought five of each.
As dusk approached and darkness fell, Dak returned home laden with bags and packages.
There were many others around him who were also laden with their purchases, but they were all carrying candy, snacks, clothes, and jewelry. Of course, there were also oddities like Emma, who had two poor water scars help her carry two stacks of books.
When Dark returned to the castle, he ran into Diana, who had finished eating and drinking and was preparing to go to the night market with Rose. Before Dark could even speak, Diana quickly said, "It's all done, all done! Homework's done!" Then it's alright. Dark watched them walk away, like a kind old father.
Back in his dorm, Dak sorted through his belongings, and after about half an hour, he summoned his juicer, fermented a glass of apple juice, and sipped it slowly.
Slightly recovered, Dark couldn't wait to take out the Crying Fruit. There were four kinds of fruit in total. The effects of the White Wood Fruit and Blue Blue Fruit were predictable. Only the Crying Fruit and Spiral Fruit remained uncertain. He was quite curious about what effects these two fruits would produce if fermented into juice. The Crying Fruit, with its three powers, had a greater margin for error, making it perfect for the first experiment. As a result, a Crying Fruit the size of a longan took a full fifteen minutes to ferment! To complete the fermentation of this Crying Fruit, Dark had to continuously replenish Shuttle's mana. Only when he finally succeeded did he breathe a sigh of relief. Then, he smiled and looked at the Impmon that was trying to sneak away.
Chapter 83 Little Devimon Crying and Wailing [11]
A single Crying Berry, about the size of a longan, can only produce a small cup of juice through dissolution and fermentation. The juice is a deep blue color, and it doesn't look like something a human could drink. Luckily, Devimon isn't human. Dark felt a sense of relief. Devimon, forced to fly back, lowered its head and carefully sipped the juice in the small cup. Hmm, it's a little sweet. Thinking this, Devimon unknowingly drank the entire cup of Crying Berry juice. "How do you feel—" Dark's belated concern deeply moved Devimon. It turned around and asked, puzzled, "What did you say?" Devimon: Dark: "(0o0) Devimon: Dark: "You should say something!" Devimon: Dark: "How am I supposed to know what you're trying to say if you don't tell me?" Devimon: "In short, Devimon couldn't speak. Dark, of course, immediately realized the problem and glanced at the clock, noting down the time. Without Impmon, Dark certainly wouldn't conduct experiments recklessly. He picked up a book and read for a while until Impmon suddenly let out a broken "Ah-!" sound, at which point he got up to record the time. "It lasted about 8 minutes, I suppose." It truly lives up to its reputation as one of the materials for making Silence Cards—"Hiss, if we use this juice according to the method for making potion cards, could we find a different way to create an alternative Silence Card?" Every first-year student admired Professor Sylph's Silence Cards. That aura of silencing everyone with a wave of her hand was simply too cool. Unfortunately, the creation of Silence Cards was a technique learned only by upperclassmen. Both the technical difficulty and the quality of the materials required were extremely high. Even Dark, among the first-year students, was self-aware enough not to even consider trying that level of crafting method. However, he now seemed to have a sliver of hope. Thinking of this, Dak carefully stored away the remaining two Singing Fruits. Although Singing Fruits were not expensive, most of the Singing Fruits available in Traveler's Street were processed dried fruits, unless you went to the flower and tree shop to try your luck.
Afterwards, Dark took out 30 Spiral Fruits (each with a weight of 30) for an experiment. The fermentation of the Spiral Fruits took about 15 minutes. Fortunately, Dark possessed exquisite mana replenishment techniques; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to brew it successfully. The juice of the Spiral Fruits had a strange black and white color; with a slight stir, it would spin. One Spiral Fruit ultimately fermented into a complete cup of juice. Looking at the single cup of black and white juice, Dark thought for a moment, then chose to scoop a spoonful with a silver spoon and hand it to Impmon. Dark: "Ah." Impmon: "Ah."
One spoonful down? Impmon stretched out its claws and spiraled upwards. Dark poked its belly, and it giggled. Dark breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "How is it? Anything unusual?" Impmon: "Giggle." Dark: "Hmm." Impmon: "Giggle." Okay, this time it's its ears. Dark felt he had discovered the secret of the Spiral Fruit. Impmon's hearing impairment lasted about two minutes before improving. Dark confirmed the effects of the two fruit juices and wrote in his notebook: Chirping Fruit Juice: Unable to speak. Spiral Fruit Juice: Hearing impairment? Drinking both juices together makes one both deaf and mute.
Dark looked at the glass of Spiral Tree Juice, wondering how best to preserve it. Besides that, he couldn't help but wonder: if the two juices were mixed together, would the effect be lost, or would both be present? "Should I try something else?" Dark took another Singing Tree Fruit and let it dissolve and ferment into juice. Then he took a spoonful of each juice and put it into another small glass, carefully mixing them. Surprisingly, the black-and-white juice and the dark blue juice didn't blend; instead, they created a strange liquid with three distinct colors: black, white, and blue.
The little devilmon, forced to taste a sip, truly became deaf and mute? The effect even seemed stronger, lasting a full five minutes. Dark was immediately afraid. Then, looking at the remaining amounts of the two juices, he fermented the last Screaming Berry into juice as well, thus achieving a 1:1 ratio. After that, he mixed the two juices together, sealed them with a lid, and set them aside. It was already 1:30 AM. Dark knew it was time to put his knowledge to use. Without a suitable preservation method, the shelf life of the two juices wouldn't be long; the best way was to use them while they were still hot, making them directly into potion cards.
Of course, he wasn't so ambitious as to use it directly for his first potion card making experiment. With the white dried fruit and blue blue fruit already there, it wasn't their turn. In short, the first step was to put either the white dried fruit or the blue blue fruit into the shell of the pot. But just then, Dark, who had just completed a small fusion, suddenly had a distracting thought. He put one white dried fruit and one blue blue fruit into the shell of the pot. The two fruits dissolved and fermented simultaneously in the shell, eventually forming a mixed liquid. Dark first used [Pride 1] to make the Impmon arrogant, causing it to launch [Small Darts] to consume its magic power. Then he scooped out a spoonful from the mixed juice and fed it to the Impmon. After absorbing this spoonful of mixed juice, the Impmon did feel its magic power rapidly recovering. As for the healing effect of the other half, it hadn't shown yet. However, this was enough for Dark. He hadn't thought about getting fat in one bite. Afterwards, he took out "Pierre's Personal Explanation" and began to experiment step by step according to the methods recorded in the book. There are many ways to refine potions into potion cards; if we were to be specific, each type of potion has its own unique method. Whidark attempted the general method described in section i2. More precisely, the general method for refining [Mana Recovery Potion] into potion cards. (Imitation)
This method, replacing the [Mana Recovery Potion] with mixed fruit juice, is Dark's current concept. The creation of potion cards is completely different from that of magical spirit cards; from the beginning, it doesn't require life-giving substrates like elven honey or brain essence. Its core lies in a third transmutation circle called the "Dalton Transmutation Circle." Dalton was a great archmage, second only to Merlin, who ushered in a new era of converting potions into potion cards.