The old man blinked, clearly caught off guard by Damon’s sudden, dramatic declaration. "You want all of this old man’s stock? Are you sure?"
"Yes, Great Master," Damon replied solemnly, folding his hands with exaggerated reverence. "This one may not have much, but I know treasure when I see it. These potions...they just need a little ti."
The old man squinted at him, lips twitching in amusent. "You’re a strange one, boy. Most players would call a fraud and walk away laughing."
Damon gave a faint smile. "I am not most players, Great Master."
That earned a low chuckle. "A fool calling another fool great master. Go inside and take whatever you want."
Damon politely nodded. He then climbed into the old shack and went inside to take a look. The floor was creaky and the whole shop was poorly maintained. There was dust and cobwebs everywhere.
He coughed a little and looked around when suddenly he froze like a statue from head to toe. Inside the smalle cramped place, lined on shelf after shelf were rows and rows of potions.
So were cloudy, so glowing faintly, and so had strange motes swirling within them like drifting stardust. The colors ranged from sickly greens to radiant silvers, from pitch black to blinding gold. It was a chaotic alchemical rainbow.
And Damon recognized each and every one of these potions. They were all high-tier potions and they went for at least 10 gold a pop. This rate was after 2 years of the ga. Right now potions like this should technically be invaluable.
Damon slowly exhaled. "Unbelievable..."
He was looking at the future economy of Earth Online. A supply chain before anyone even realized there was a market.
The purple potions were just the tip of the iceberg. So of these vials could warp chanics, alter resistances, or bypass limitations entirely. One flask even had a familiar swirling rune he recognized from a legendary World Boss resistance potion... sothing that hadn’t been discovered until year three of the ga.
And now it was here. For copper coins. Unclaid. Forgotten.
No alchemist should be able to concoct these potions yet. Only soone with rich alchemical expertise would even be able to attempt to make these potions and even then their success rate would be abysmal.
To get these potions on day 5 of the ga... it was an absolute ga-changer!
If he wanted he could even sell these potions for 100 gold a pop and they would still sell like hot cakes. This shop was a fucking gold mine in all sense of the word! He had truly struck it rich this ti around.
Damon did not waste any ti and imdiately started swiping anything and everything into his spatial ring, not leaving even a single empty vial. Like a greedy wolf he gobbled up everything in sight.
[Ding! Acquired: Elixir of Arcane Conduction (Grade: A)]
[Ding! Acquired: Elixir of Health Regeneration (Grade: A)]
[Ding! Acquired: Elixir of Mana Regeneration (Grade: A)]
[Ding! Acquired: Elixir of Invisibility (Grade: A)]
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He grinned harder with each ding, like a dragon hoarding gold.
"1025 potion vials." Damon gasped in the end. If he sold them all right now, he could actually net 100,000 to even 500,000 gold coins! With each gold coin currently going for 50 US dollars, 100,000 gold coins was a whopping 5 million in value!
Naturally, Damon had no plans to sell these invaluable potions. He continued amassing as much as he could. Then, as he moved a cracked crate aside, he noticed a worn book wedged beneath it. He pulled it out.
It was handwritten in so sort of shorthand mixed in with the language of this world, but 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.
[Ding! You have acquired: Journal of Ouroboros – Volu I]
[Ding! New Hidden Questline Unlocked: Legacy of the Lost Alchemist]
Damon stood still for a long mont. Then he grinned. "I knew coming here was the right call." He quickly opened the quest details and studied them.
[Ding! Legacy of the Lost Alchemist]
You have discovered the hidden legacy of the forgotten master alchemist known only 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)
Damon gasped once again after reading the quest in detail. This was the first ti he was seeing a quest with such juicy rewards. Not only does it give the legacy techniques and the full teachings of such a master alchemist but it also gives a Philoopher’s stone variant?
This was an amazing quest! The difficulty also doesn’t seem all that high. He could possibly map out all the dungeons and try and see which dungeon has a corrupted alchemy lab. He already had a couple of guesses. As for the next volu, he had an in with the royal family now. Perhaps he could use that to finish the quest.
Damon walked out with a big smile on his face. Now all that remained was the last part of his plan.
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