I Am Doing Daily Tasks in the Wizarding World - Chapter 117

“Utilizing different processes to achieve a complete therapeutic effect, this represents the more advanced practice of magic potion studies. I’ve already demonstrated the specific steps to you in class.” In the lecture hall, a wizard with messy hair, wearing black-framed glasses and with some tree-like patterns on his clothes, methodically tidied up the materials on the experiment table and stowed them away in spatial equipment.

Then he took out a small plaque and waved it in front of him, opening a door. The wizard stepped through the door.

Some wizard apprentices who had intended to ask questions were left disappointed as they watched him leave.

Lynn closed his notebook, feeling inspired as thoughts danced in his mind. Deep in contemplation, he rose from his seat and exited the lecture hall.

A figure caught up with him from behind.

Seven years had swiftly passed since Lynn arrived at the demon wizard academy.

Due to Lynn’s ability to create alchemical puppets and the popularity of his Meditation Treasures among low to middle-level wizard apprentices, he had gained some fame at the demon wizard academy. Many demon wizard apprentices had heard of him.

Moreover, as his alchemical studies and magic potion studies were comparable to many seasoned wizard apprentices, Lynn, as a newcomer, was considered by some apprentices as one of the promising candidates to become official wizards in the future.

There were indeed some wizard apprentices who wanted Lynn to customize alchemical products for them, but Lynn declined. He was too busy studying to spend time making customized alchemical products for others, especially when the prices offered didn’t justify the time he would have to invest.

But this didn’t diminish Lynn’s reputation; instead, it indirectly boosted it.

“Wizard Lynn, I heard you’re planning to buy a shop?” an apprentice caught up from behind.

“Hm, do you have a shop for sale?” Lynn stopped in his tracks.

In Demon City, apart from newly built shops in the outskirts, those closer to the central district had long been bought up. Moreover, the wizard apprentices who bought these shops did so for extended periods. Many of the shop owners behind the scenes had even become official wizards by now.

So, acquiring a well-located shop was extremely difficult. Even with Toby’s connections, Lynn couldn’t secure a shop in the central district. And Lynn didn’t fancy the shops in the outskirts; they were too far and troublesome. He’d rather build his reputation and let others buy shops for him privately.

“It’s not me selling; it’s a friend of mine who wants to sublet. The contract still has eighty years left. Would you be interested, Wizard Lynn?” the apprentice asked.

“Price and location,” Lynn inquired.

“It’s at 14 West Shell Street, two floors, prime location, with a total area of 230 square meters. The price is only 6,000 magic stones,” the apprentice replied.

West Shell Street.

Lynn’s eyes showed a hint of surprise. Though not the best in the central district, the location was certainly not bad.

The price, however, was somewhat inconvenient. Not too expensive, but it wasn’t cheap either; it was market price.

“If they were to sell that location, they could ask for a higher price, right?” Lynn remarked.

“Because I heard you were interested, and my friend is in a hurry to get rid of it,” the apprentice explained.

“Wait a moment, let’s talk about it in a few days,” Lynn interrupted, then briskly walked away.

Watching Lynn’s retreating figure, the apprentice wore a puzzled expression.

Could he have been found out?

Back at his residence, Lynn eagerly returned to his underground laboratory.

He wasted no time and began experimenting while the inspiration was still fresh.

Today’s learning opened a door for him. Sometimes, creativity isn’t about accumulation; it’s about that moment of inspiration.

For the past few years, Lynn had been trying to create a substance that could withstand the homogenizing ability of the white flesh, turning objects into wax.

However, no matter how he tried to manufacture it, or even purchased small amounts of high-level alchemical synthesis materials, they couldn’t resist the eerie assimilation ability of the white flesh.

This gradually made Lynn realize the extraordinary nature of this white flesh.

It was definitely not an ordinary item. Although it appeared unremarkable, its essence was undoubtedly high-grade. This was evident because it could corrode raw materials that were used even by some official wizards. Even though these were merely scraps, the fact that it could corrode raw materials of such a level speaks to its own high quality.

But this only excited Lynn further because the more extraordinary this white flesh was, the stronger the resulting product would be.

This class sparked a realization for Lynn. He thought of another possibility.

Since he couldn’t create the raw material in one go, why not make it in segments? Lynn had also studied magic potions, so why not combine magic potion with alchemical studies?

Thus, he could create a special raw material capable of containing and enduring the white flesh.

Although he had been failing for years, Lynn hadn’t come away empty-handed. Different raw materials could withstand the bizarre corrosion of the white flesh for varying amounts of time. Some raw materials would be corroded in less than a second, but the raw material Lynn had developed could resist for up to an hour!

Lynn skillfully concocted potions and then slowly infused them into the liquid raw material through special means. The raw material that could withstand corrosion the longest was a liquid metal, and ironically, the more solid raw materials had a shorter resistance time against corrosion.

As Lynn injected the potions, the liquid metal gradually turned silvery-white. Then, Lynn scraped off some powder from the white flesh and placed it into the silver-white liquid metal. The liquid metal absorbed the powder, creating bubbles on its surface before quickly returning to calmness.

Lynn hurried to concoct another potion.

As time passed, over the next half hour, the color of the liquid metal gradually faded from silver-white to a duller shade, as if a layer of gray had settled on its surface.

Lynn then poured the newly concocted potion into the partially deteriorated liquid metal.

The transformation of the liquid metal suddenly halted!

Lynn’s eyes brightened; this approach seemed feasible indeed!

When conventional methods failed, one had to resort to leveraging force against force. If the waxifying corrosive ability was to corrode other substances, what if the corroded substance itself possessed a certain waxifying property? Lynn decided to initiate the change in the liquid metal and then, midway through, introduce another potion to alter its state while it was halfway through mutation.

If one considered this corrosive ability as a virus, Lynn was effectively injecting it with a vaccine derived from the same source as the plant roots.

Although it couldn’t provide complete immunity, it could significantly reduce the damage.

Lynn continued to fine-tune the potions, injecting them every half an hour.

Four and a half hours later, the liquid metal before him had turned into a pure white color, its movements eerie and lifelike, almost as if it possessed a life of its own.

Suddenly, the pure white liquid metal flew towards Lynn.

Lynn took a half step back, and suddenly a huge frame fell from above, enclosing the liquid metal and simultaneously releasing a large amount of dense fog from within.

The once active pure white liquid metal instantly wilted, but it didn’t transform into the iridescent glass-like substance as the white flesh did.

Did this thing develop self-awareness? Or perhaps it had consciousness all along, lying dormant.

Lynn remained composed, his gaze ice-cold.

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