Damon pulled up the quest from the alchemist again to take a look. He hadn’t made any progress in the quest at all and wanted to grasp all its details first before attempting the main quest chain. He willed for the quest chain to open up, and imdiately, a system interface popped in front of him.
[Ding! Legacy of the Lost Alchemist]
You have discovered the hidden legacy of the forgotten master alchemist known as Ouroboros. Thought mad and long erased from public records, he once tried to break the limits of alchemy, body, and soul.
Buried across the continent are three Volus of his lost journals. Each contains experintal notes, forbidden formulas, and unfinished breakthroughs. They detail a world-shaking theory: "Through alchemy, a vessel may surpass mortality. Through soulbrew, immortality itself may be brewed."
Those who can uncover and comprehend all three volus will not only inherit Ouroboros’s techniques... They will inherit his unfinished legacy.
Volu I: Discovered in Kilaris City (Alchemy District – Old Shack)
Volu II: ?? Location Unknown (Rumored to be hidden beneath a corrupted alchemy lab, lost in a forest dungeon)
Volu III: ?? Location Unknown (Possibly sealed in a royal archive or noble vault)
[Ding! Quest Rewards upon Completion]
Legacy Skill: [Soulbrew Alchemy] (Craft potions that affect soul attributes, class awakenings, or affinities)
Title: "Heir of Ouroboros" (Unlocks unique alchemy subclass options)
Artifact Reward: Unknown (Rumored to be a Philosopher’s Stone variant)
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Damon re-read the quest many tis, and yet again, he was perplexed about the generous rewards of the quest. While the Earth Online ga in general gave rewards for quests, it was seldom this lavish, especially not in the early to mid stages of the ga.
For a quest to dangle a legacy skill, a subclass title, and possibly an artifact on par with the Philosopher’s Stone... it was rather suspicious, or its difficulty level was secretly off the charts. This was one of the reasons why Damon hadn’t gotten to the quest just yet, but now he kind of had to see this through no matter what.
This soulbrew thing could directly just heal him up from top to bottom, which would be the best case scenario. Healing a small percentage would also be acceptable, as it would help him regain so of his strength and give him more ti. A lot was riding on this quest.
Wait. He still had that worn-out book he had obtained from the alchemist. He took the book out and tried to read it to see if it already had so sort of solution to his problem.
Journal of Ouroboros – Volu I
The book was handwritten in so sort of shorthand mixed in with the language of this world. At first glance, it seed like he could understand sothing, but as he flipped through the pages, nothing was really getting into his brain.
Damon could tell that it was a personal research journal. Experints, failures, forbidden recipes. There was even a half-torn page titled Soulbrew Theory: Vessels of Immortality. But once again, there was nothing concrete. He simply couldn’t understand what was in it.
"I should try asking my girl about this." He made a ntal note. Lirae was a princess, and she should have knowledge of many languages. There was a possibility she might be able to understand this.
Damon tossed the book back inside, wondering how the elf was doing. He still hadn’t heard about his family. Not that he could bla her. It had barely been a couple of hours since he had last seen her. Maybe things were taking more ti than he had expected, even with soone of her status handling the situation.
"My lord, is this not the correct place? Have I made an error?" Ellora made the cute face again and pouted.
Damon cringed. Such a face did not suit her at all. This woman was trying too hard. He sighed and shook his head. "The spot is fine. You are doing good."
The vampire’s face blood at the complint. He chuckled and continued. "We basically have to run a few dungeons in this area to find an underground corrupted alchemy lab."
Ellora nodded eagerly, her eyes lighting up like she’d just been handed candy. "I love a good crawling, both the dungeon type and the role-play type."
Kaelthorn sighed from the side and started walking towards the dungeon portal. "I am assuming you want us to handle everything that is inside."
Damon nodded, not in the least bothered by either of their attitudes. "You can leave the blood sucking to ." He shalessly added and walked in the sa direction. "There are three mid-tier dungeons nearby. Let’s start with those ones."
As he was getting two C-ranks to do his dirty job for him, he already knew that this was going to be extrely fast, which was what he needed at the mont. He would barely get any experience points, and the loot would be less. But it was fine. Those things did not matter at the mont.
"There, my lord. Up ahead is the first dungeon portal." Ellora pointed. The group walked briskly towards the dungeon portal. Well, Riven and Damon were the slowest, and the other two walked according to their speed.
Damon could see Kaelthorn giving him disdainful looks for this, but he was completely unaffected by it. One needed to have a thick skin when milking higher ranks. Naturally, he planned to milk his three followers for everything they had.
The group quickly arrived near the dungeon when suddenly Damon stopped in his tracks. Seeing his reaction, all three imdiately beca alert, especially Ellora.
But Damon stopped her from taking action. This was because the person sitting cluelessly in front of the dungeon portal was none other than the muddle-headed old alchemist he had t back in the city, the one who had given him this quest in the first place.
The old man was cross-legged on a jagged slab of stone, muttering to himself as he traced invisible runes in the air with a crooked finger. His robes were more frayed than Damon rembered, and his beard looked like a bird’s nest that had survived a hurricane.
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