Chapter 3: Are You Still Good at Craftsmanship?
A few hours later, Viktor watched his MP bar still sitting at nine-tenths full and finally gave up on the idea of draining it completely.
At this point, he truly believed Weija was a god.
Weija gave a satisfied nod—perhaps Viktor's relentless display had satisfied its curiosity.
'Truly fascinating. Perhaps I should keep you at it for a few more hours so I can puzzle out the secrets behind the way you cast spells.'
Viktor offered Weija a silent protest.
Seeing Viktor's deadpan expression, it let the matter drop.
'Let's leave it here then. What are your plans after this? Don't tell you intend to spend the whole day in this rear courtyard.'
Its deep eye fixed itself on Viktor, as though still searching him for so other hidden secret.
"Going to the market to buy a few things."
Viktor tossed out the reply flatly. The Crow still refused to leave his shoulder.
'I'll keep following you. Let's see what you end up buying.'
After hearing Weija's words, Viktor exhaled and called a servant to prepare the Carriage.
***
Viktor stepped into the shop and took in the dazzling array of materials on display, then walked straight toward a particular counter.
"What can I get for you?"
The shopkeeper, seeing a custor, naturally hurried out to greet him.
Viktor rapped the counter lightly and said in an even tone: "Lizard-Drake tail, Harpy feather, Beetle shell… 30 kinds of materials in total—give a bag of each."
"Of course! What a generous custor."
The shopkeeper responded cheerfully while tallying up all the materials Viktor had ordered.
"That cos to a full 30 bags of various materials in total—shall I have them delivered to your ho?"
Viktor waved his hand dismissively, rubbed the ring on his finger, and all the materials instantly vanished without a trace.
At the sight of this, the shopkeeper's smile grew even more exaggerated.
"Haha, our custor truly carries a fine treasure."
"Please do co again!"
Once Viktor had left, a shop assistant leaned toward the shopkeeper and asked: "Boss, who was that?"
The shopkeeper swatted him and said sharply: "Don't ask. Anyone carrying a Storage Ring that high-grade is definitely no ordinary person!"
Only Viktor knew that he had no Storage Ring whatsoever—the ring on his finger was purely decorative. He had simply stowed everything into the Player-exclusive Inventory. Even Weija hadn't been able to make sense of what he'd done.
Weija spread its wings, its crow's characteristic rasp threading through its words as it called out beside Viktor's ear.
Viktor listened quietly, his full attention fixed on the various craftable items flickering before him.
He had purchased such a large quantity of materials specifically to craft the items needed for the early stages of the ga.
In the ga's original design, every player, regardless of class, had access to an extraordinarily comprehensive and specialized Crafting Compendium. As a player himself, Viktor could naturally call up those screens at will.
Viktor carried all his materials back to his residence with satisfaction, made his way down into the Manor's basent, and rummaged through various corners until he had gathered up a pile of glass bottles.
'What are you planning to do?'
Weija, perched on his shoulder, felt a creeping unease. Its instincts told it Viktor was about to do sothing again.
A god's instincts were rarely wrong—it watched as Viktor's hands slowly began working various materials together, a glow continuously emanating from his palms, a crackling pop-pop-pop gradually growing louder.
'What are you doing?! Stop that right now!'
Weija felt it was nearly going mad. What was he doing in a basent? Making gunpowder?
Viktor paid its words absolutely no heed and only worked with greater enthusiasm.
After a burst of intense light, the empty bottles on the table had filled with red liquid. Weija stared at the large quantity of Healing Potions before it and couldn't help but complain:
'You really are unlike anyone else—making Healing Potions looked about as dangerous as building a bomb.'
Viktor let out a quiet laugh and looked over the description of the pile of red potions before him with a nod.
【Recovery Potion (Small)】: Restores 300 HP in a single use.
As expected—items with concrete nurical values on display were truly the most reassuring thing in the world for Viktor.
Weija looked at the pile of Healing Potions on the table, a faint blue light flickering in its single eye.
The red potions had a slight dark tint to them—the deeper the red, the stronger the healing effect.
Weija hopped off his shoulder and flew toward the table, popped a stopper off 1 bottle, and poured it straight into its beak.
It felt a montary daze, clicked its beak a few tis, then looked back at Viktor:
'Did you actually make these potions yourself?'
Viktor confird it—but Weija fell into deep thought.
'What is with this kid? The potency and effectiveness of these Healing Potions is fully comparable to the low-tier healing magic of the Goddess of Healing. Could this kid be hiding so divine power within him?'
On reflection, the fact that Viktor had this kind of ability wasn't necessarily a bad thing. After all, they had already signed a Contract—which ant, at the very least, it now had a rather capable Item Crafter on its side.
Weija suddenly turned to him: 'Have you considered selling so of these? Quality like this could make a serious fortune.'
Viktor shook his head and declined. These were all ant for his own use—he wasn't short on money at the mont, so there was no need.
His hands instantly released a brilliant blue radiance as he repeated the sa process to craft a pile of Magic Potions.
Every ti he watched Viktor produce a crafted item, Weija felt a small jolt of astonishnt sowhere deep inside.
Crafting items bare-handed—not even a master-level Item Crafter could manage that.
Could it be that what he had awakened was, in fact, the rarest of all: a Creation-Type magic?
It had originally been drawn here solely by this human's soul—but now, Viktor was becoming harder and harder to read.
As a mage, Magic Potions were naturally more important than Healing Potions.
Though Weija had that limitless MP cheat of its own, providing help wasn't sothing done without cost. Viktor still had no idea what price he might eventually pay.
Better to keep a stock of Magic Potions on hand. Relying on others was no substitute for relying on oneself.
After a short while, a notification rang out:
【'Crafting' skill leveled up. Current Level: LV2】
With the Level breakthrough, Viktor set down his hands and stopped crafting potions. He looked at his Item Crafting panel and noticed several new entries had appeared.
He looked up at Weija, sitting on the table, and said nothing.
The Crow grew a little flustered under his gaze, until Viktor finally spoke:
"You'd count as a Crow, I suppose."
Weija: "Hm?"
Viktor reached over and plucked a single jet-black feather from it with great satisfaction.
【Magical Creature Hair and 6 Magic Stones】
"Magic Stones are needed."
He still rembered fairly clearly—Magic Stones were a relatively rare item, capable of recording images, storing spoken words, and even holding spells within them.
The only issue was that the magical energy within a Magic Stone would gradually dissipate over ti. Soone had once attempted to load a spell into a Magic Stone and use it as a bomb—and failed.
Magic Stones were extraordinarily costly to produce. If one had that kind of wealth, one might as well just make a few actual bombs instead.
With enough materials gathered, he prepared to begin crafting.
The materials instantly dissolved into streams of liquid that rged together, and at a visible pace began to solidify—the outline of a glove took shape, with several transparent Magic Stones set into it.
A single-hand, fingerless glove appeared before Viktor.
The Crow gave another startled ruffle: "You can even craft equipnt bare-handed?"
Viktor had no interest in responding. He simply stared at the glove before him.
Several Magic Stones were set into it, transparent and flawless.
【Mage's Hand】: Tier-2 Crafted Item. Can store 6 different attribute-type spells. Rapid activation—cast with no Casting Animation.
This item could handle ergency situations and was an essential piece of equipnt for mage players who relied on skill combos during the early stages.
He channeled his magic and slowly infused spells of various attributes into the Magic Stones on the glove.
With each infusion, a transparent Magic Stone shifted in color.
As Viktor continued loading spell after spell, each Magic Stone took on a different hue—until he finally stopped.
Weija, who had been watching this unfold, was no longer so easily rattled. It turned to him and said: "Able to store spells of multiple attributes? And no chanting required? Sothing this good—care to explain how you pulled it off?"
Its single eye blazed with wild blue fla. Viktor looked at its desperate, hungry gaze and simply shook his head.
"Classified."
"You really are stingy."
Weija grumbled. It hadn't expected that it—a dignified Evil God—would end up asking a human for knowledge. If word of this got out to its fellow gods, it would never hear the end of it.
Viktor ignored it not out of any other reason, but purely because the secret of being a player could not be exposed.
If word spread that he could craft items bare-handed, it might very well draw the attention of those with ill intentions—and then things would beco genuinely troubleso.
Even for his own sake, he needed to think carefully.
"My Lord, Miss Gwen has arrived."
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