The Greatest Warrior of All Time Returns-Chapter 387

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Chapter 387

The effect of the elixir I created was simple and clean.

On top of that, I deliberately stacked the Communion buff to push the elixir’s performance even further.

That said, this method was only a stopgap.

The efficiency was poor, and the effect wasn’t unconditionally good.

If I could fully encapsulate the buffing ability itself, the effect would be at least twice as strong…

As I was thinking that, the Librarian’s message began to appear rapidly.

[Given the evaluation that the current situation is feasible, there exists a power of the Halls that may aid in elixir production.]

Oh?

Out of nowhere?

Looking at the Librarian’s message, I asked,

“So. What is it?”

[The Hall of Enchantment and the Hall of Reinforcement.]

The Hall of Enchantment?

Instinctively, I could guess what that meant.

“Like an enchanter, huh.”

And the Hall of Reinforcement…

“Don’t tell me something like a +12 reinforced demon sword Elekstra is possible?”

For a moment, I really wanted to shout, If you had something like that, you should’ve said so sooner!—but I forcibly held it back.

Calm down.

Practical gains over dopamine.

[These Halls are special-type Halls and can be chosen for transference. Would you like to proceed?]

After some thought, I nodded.

“I’ve decided.”

Technically, the Hall of Communion can also apply buffs to objects, but since I’d been using a hacky method, the effect was minimal.

If this were an enchantment specialized precisely for such actions, however… that would be a different story.

The moment I gave permission, an intense wave of vertigo washed over me.

I felt momentarily nauseous, but perhaps because I’d grown accustomed to it, it wasn’t as horrific as the first time.

What was engraved into my mind was the enchanter’s ability: awakening or imbuing special power into non-living objects.

Along with it came vast knowledge—and the enormous mana required to support it, which surged explosively.

[The immense mana of ‘Guidance’ descends upon your flesh.]

An increase in elemental mana was always welcome.

After all, there was nothing better than mana—except more mana.

I removed the buff I’d placed on the elixirs.

The idea was the same—applying a buff to the elixir—but this time, I would reapply it using the power of an enchanter.

I gathered the completed elixirs in one place and drew a magic circle on the floor with mana.

“Melissa, could you procure some ocher, nickel, copper, and goat’s milk?”

“What are you going to use those for?”

“The finished product wasn’t quite satisfactory. I’m going to enchant the buff directly into the elixir.”

At my words, Luna narrowed her eyes and asked,

“Your mana increased again.”

“Does it look like it?”

She didn’t ask further and simply nodded.

Melissa looked puzzled at first, then nodded as well, and before long she quickly brought back the requested materials.

I ground them all into fine powder and carefully scattered them over the magic circle at precise ratios.

Then, using mana, I manifested a new phenomenon—distinct from conventional magic.

With a violent vibration, the elixir bottles began to tremble, and as if I’d been waiting for this moment, I took out my wind instrument and applied the buff once more.

Amazingly, the buff I cast was fully enchanted into the elixirs.

So… if you drink this, does the elixir’s effect now fully include my buff as well?

The ceiling depends on the user’s capability, but the floor is firmly guaranteed.

That was the kind of ability enchanters had, according to my memories.

In fact, if I hadn’t already learned buffs through the Hall of Communion, achieving this level of effect would’ve been difficult.

Conversely, reinforcement specialists likely have an absurdly low floor—but a very high ceiling.

I can’t resist dopamine, so once I’m accustomed to this power, I really want to undergo transference to the Hall of Reinforcement as well… but taking the powers of two Halls back-to-back would put a serious burden on me.

The finished elixirs were different from before—soft halos of light surrounded them.

As if imbued with magic, faint particles of light circulated around the bottles, appearing and disappearing repeatedly.

Kibinik really is a lost cause.

Now I needed to test them…

And the ones who stepped up were Melissa and Ashuria.

The two of them rushed forward, insisting on personally testing the elixirs I’d made.

Judging by the results, it was quite a success.

With Ashuria, we observed far more refined spell control and increased mana amplification than before.

In Melissa’s case, overall physical enhancement, increased reaction speed, aura density, control ability—essentially everything needed for combat improved.

The problem was the magnitude of the increase.

Where previous elixirs gave a 5% or 10% boost, this one—perhaps due to the Hall of Communion’s buff—pushed the increase well past 100.

There was an incident where Melissa, intoxicated by the power boost, charged at me claiming she’d knock me down this time…

But turning 100 into 500 still doesn’t let you beat 100,000.

“I’m glad the materials came together better than expected.”

“Young master, if there are any medicinal ingredients you need, please tell us anytime.”

“Thank you.”

At my gratitude, the succubus in front of me smiled shyly.

Due to the production of hair-loss remedies and elixirs, a massive medicinal herb field had formed in one corner of R'lyeh.

Surprisingly, some succubi had asked if they could manage the fields while stopping by R'lyeh, so I entrusted it to them—and after watching for a few days, they managed the herbs quite professionally.

Why such diligent and orderly beings were saddled with such lewd imagery was beyond me.

In the Cascadia territory, succubi were actually quite popular.

Aside from artifact crafting, some of them opened shops that helped customers enjoy peaceful, pleasant dreams—and these became a hit.

What the succubi received was a modest usage fee and the absorption of additional vital essence.

Some of the succubi who gathered clean essence had already begun preparing to bear offspring, storing the refined essence within themselves.

Indeed, some pregnant succubi were recuperating in R'lyeh, cultivating the fields while absorbing natural energy.

Outside forces coveted the succubi’s techniques, but since they refused to interact with anyone other than Cascadia, none of them ever left.

For the succubi, humans of the outside world were variables that could turn hostile at any moment.

They stayed by the only side they could truly trust—mine.

Perhaps that would change once their population grew.

But that was a distant future.

In any case, the elixirs turned out better than expected.

All that remained was delivering the goods on time.

With this level of efficacy, there shouldn’t be any issues… but just in case…

“One of you. First come.”

At my words, a spectral wolf burst out from my shadow.

“Hide in the shadows. If you meet the Sword Saint, enter his shadow.”

Just in case, I was planting a safeguard and watching how things unfolded.

Given how much we’d done on our end, they’d probably turn a blind eye to this little deviation.

At my command, the specter let out a short howl and slipped into the shadow of the box containing the elixirs.

After that, I sent the completed elixirs to the Bata royal family through the trading company.

The royal court was first shocked by how quickly I delivered the elixirs—and then horrified a second time when they confirmed the efficacy of the sample.

—My goodness… Sir Leon, is what this report says truly accurate? I’ve never heard of such an item existing.

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That was what she said when she contacted me immediately via artifact after receiving the report.

I couldn’t blame her.

What I’d made was something only I could currently produce in this world—its effects were on a completely different level from any known elixir.

Even the high-grade elixirs stored by royal or imperial families would pale in comparison.

The only concern was psychological dependency…

But those bearing the title of Star should be fine.

I glanced at the muscular mandragoras half-buried in the ground, enjoying themselves like they were soaking in a hot spring.

Mandragoras are, strictly speaking, plants.

They’re more mobile than most plants, sure—but they shouldn’t be moving that dynamically.

Meanwhile, Luna was pulling yet another bizarre plant out of subspace and forcefully planting it into the ground.

* * *

After delivering the elixirs, word came from the Bata royal family that the items had arrived safely and that the investigation into the rift had begun.

With sufficient supplies, equipment, and condition—and the overwhelming power of those bearing the title of Star—the likelihood of failure was extremely low.

As for user feedback, I’d hear about that once the investigation concluded.

At present, Luna and I were out getting some fresh air at the most famous Lavren-family department store in the Pascalia Empire.

It was the empire’s most renowned trading house, selling precious metals and beautiful garments—so calling it a department store wasn’t inaccurate.

Given that it dealt in luxury goods, it made sense.

The reason we’d come wasn’t anything special.

The child was apparently quite stubborn, pestering Luna nonstop and preventing her from resting, which had built up stress.

She couldn’t get angry at the beloved child in her womb, so she kept it bottled up—and I felt bad for her, so I decided to offer her a new distraction.

“Do it here?”

“Yeah. Do as much as you want.”

Though I’d heard that the continent’s strongest were out investigating a dangerous rift, the world remained peacefully indifferent.

I’d done everything I could, so I wasn’t particularly worried.

The specter I’d sent along with the elixirs hadn’t sent any danger signals or lost connection, either.

They must be doing fine.

Yeah.

With such insane items delivered, they’d better be.

Once the investigation ends and they start talking about the doping elixir, things are bound to get noisy.

That thought crossed my mind.

“Welcome. We’ve been waiting to receive you. I am Malcolm, the manager here.”

A man in a crisp uniform greeted us.

“It is an honor to have you visit. We will ensure your comfort.”

The Lavren-family manager reminded me of a department store’s head manager from my previous life.

Luna, who’d said she’d try doing as I suggested, silently swept her gaze over the manager.

He looked startled when their eyes met, but perhaps due to superhuman professionalism, he returned to his usual smile in an instant.

Maybe that was what it took to become the wealthiest family on the continent.

The gazes of the well-trained staff and customers alike never left her.

Even without revealing much skin, the dress that traced her slim figure was captivating enough to draw anyone in.

As we browsed the displayed garments and jewelry, Luna quietly spoke and pointed toward one corner.

It was the section displaying clothes for newborns.

“From here,”

Her finger slid smoothly along.

“To there. All of it.”

Her fingertip stopped at the end of the baby supplies.

“Give me everything.”

“Uh… ah…”

The manager’s eyes widened.

This place sold items so expensive that even wealthy elites hesitated to touch them—and she wanted all of this?

The manager calculated rapidly, then smiled.

“Understood. We will prepare everything you require.”

Luna glanced at me.

Is this right?

Yeah.

Exactly that.

You’re rich.

Cascadia alone had enough wealth stored in her subspace to casually buy an entire nation.

Luna casually opened her subspace—and poured out heaps of pure gold bars.

The manager’s eyes practically tore open.

He instinctively knew they were all genuine. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

“From now on,”

Luna said lazily,

“Everything I look at. Everything my feet stop in front of—I will buy.”

The ultimate form of money-fueled rampage descended from her fingertips.

* * *

“Hungry?”

“I’m sorry, Ms. Isna.”

“No. You did well. We’re done here—let’s move.”

“Where are we going?”

At Rebecca’s question, Isna—who had been investigating the silent interior—answered,

“I’m stopping what I’m doing and going to join Leon.”

“Because of the Rift of Despair?”

“Yes. I can’t let Grandfather die like that. What’s inside isn’t something the Stars can handle.”

“But… didn’t we prevent the activation of the Rift of Despair?”

“Garlan must’ve pulled something. He knows I’m chasing him.”

Garlan wasn’t a fool—he wouldn’t allow Isna to keep pursuing him unimpeded.

Isna currently lacked information.

That was why she learned too late about the continent’s Stars setting out on a secret rift investigation.

“Can that rift… be stopped? If my memory is correct, tens of thousands could die…”

“That’s why we have to go before it erupts. Don’t worry. If Leon and I go, we can resolve it. This time, we won’t let such a catastrophe happen.”

However, she didn’t yet realize that the problem was unfolding faster than she expected.

“It’s a day when I especially miss Senior Meryl.”

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