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Chapter 3: You’re Quite the Craftsman, Aren’t You?

    Chapter 3: You’re Quite the Craftsman, Aren’t You?


    <span style="font-weight:400">Several hourster, Viktor, seeing that he still had nine-tenths of his mana left, finally gave up on the idea of exhausting his mana pool.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Now, he truly believed that Vega was a god.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Vega nodded with satisfaction, perhaps Viktor''s series of actions had satisfied its curiosity.


    <span style="font-weight:400">''Truly interesting. Perhaps I should let you continue for a few more hours, so I can further ponder the mysteries of your spell casting.''


    <span style="font-weight:400">Viktor silently protested to Vega.


    Seeing Viktor''s expressionless face, Vega tactfully changed the subject.


    <span style="font-weight:400">''Let''s stop here. What do you n to do next? Are you going to stay in this backyard all day?''


    <span style="font-weight:400">Its deep eyes stared at Viktor, seemingly trying to discern other secrets from him.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"I''m going to the market to buy some things."


    <span style="font-weight:400">Viktor tossed out the words nonchntly, but the crow still refused to fly off his shoulder.


    <span style="font-weight:400">''I''ll continue to follow you, to see what you''re going to buy.''


    <span style="font-weight:400">Hearing Vega''s words, Viktor sighed and called for a servant to prepare a carriage.


    <span style="font-weight:400">[...]


    <span style="font-weight:400">Viktor entered the shop, looking at the dazzling array of materials. He walked straight to a counter.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"What would you like to buy?


    <span style="font-weight:400">The shopkeeper, seeing a potential customer, hurried out to greet him.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Viktor tapped the table and said softly, "Lizard dragon tail, Harpy feather, beetle shell... I want a bag of each of these thirty materials."


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Certainly! This customer is truly generous."


    <span style="font-weight:400">The shopkeeper responded while counting out all the materials Viktor had ordered.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"There are a full thirty bags of various materials here. Would you like someone to deliver them to your home?"


    <span style="font-weight:400">Viktor waved his hand, rubbed the ring on his finger, and suddenly all the materials disappeared.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Seeing this, the shopkeeper''s smile grew even more exaggerated.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Haha, the customer truly possesses a treasure."


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Pleasee again next time!"


    <span style="font-weight:400">After Viktor left, an employee approached the shopkeeper and asked, "Boss, who was that person?"


    <span style="font-weight:400">The shopkeeper smacked him and said sternly, "Don''t ask. Anyone carrying such a high-level storage ring must be someone extraordinary!"


    <span style="font-weight:400">Only Viktor knew that he didn''t have any storage ring. The ring on his hand was purely decorative. He had directly put everything into the yer-exclusive inventory, a move that even Vega couldn''t understand.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Vega spread its wings, its voice mixed with the characteristic hoarse tone of a crow, cawing in Viktor''s ear.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Viktor just listened quietly, his full attention focused on the various items that could be crafted shing before his eyes.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The reason for buying such arge amount of materials was to craft the items needed in the early stages of the game.


    <span style="font-weight:400">In the original game setting, every yer, regardless of their profession, had an extremely rich and specialized crafting book. Viktor, as a yer, could naturally bring up these screens at will.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Viktor returned to his residence with all the materials, satisfied. He went into the basement of the mansion and dug out a pile of ss bottles from some corners.


    <span style="font-weight:400">''What are you nning to do?''


    <span style="font-weight:400">Vega, perched on his shoulder, felt uneasy. Its instincts told it that Viktor was about to do something again.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The god''s instincts were very urate. It then saw Viktor gradually kneading various materials together with his hands, his palms continuously releasing light, with crackling sounds gradually growing louder.


    <span style="font-weight:400">''What are you doing? Stop it!''


    <span style="font-weight:400">Vega felt like it was going crazy. What was he doing in the basement? Making gunpowder?


    <span style="font-weight:400">Viktor didn''t listen to a word it said, but instead became even more enthusiastic.


    <span style="font-weight:400">After a sh of bright light, the empty bottles on the table were filled with red liquid. Vega, looking at so many healing potions before its eyes, couldn''t help butin:


    <span style="font-weight:400">''You really are unlike ordinary people. How can making healing potions be as dangerous as making bombs?''


    <span style="font-weight:400">Viktor chuckled softly, looking at the pile of red potions in front of him and nodding at their description.


    <span style="font-weight:400">[Minor Healing Potion]: Restores 300 health points in one use.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Indeed, the materialization of item stats in numerical form was the best way to make Victor feel secure.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Vega looked at the pile of healing potions on the table, its single eye flickering with a blue light.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The red potions were a slightly dark hue, the deeper the red, the stronger the healing effect.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Vega jumped off his shoulder, flew to the table, uncorked a bottle and poured it into its mouth.


    <span style="font-weight:400">It felt a moment of dizziness, smacked its beak, and looked back at Viktor:


    <span style="font-weight:400">''Did you really make this potion yourself?''


    <span style="font-weight:400">Viktor admitted it, but Vega fell into deep thought.


    <span style="font-weight:400">''What''s the deal with this guy? The potency and effect of these healing potions arepletelyparable to the low-level healing magic of the Goddess of Healing. Could this guy be hiding some divine power?''


    <span style="font-weight:400">On second thought, it wasn''t a bad thing that Viktor had such abilities. After all, they had already signed a contract, and at the very least, it meant having a rtively powerful craftsman.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Vega suddenly asked him: ''Have you considered selling some? This quality would definitely make a fortune.''


    <span style="font-weight:400">Viktor shook his head and refused. These things were all for his own use. He wasn''t short of money at the moment, so there was no need.


    <span style="font-weight:400">His hands instantly released a dazzling blue light, and he produced a pile of mana potions in the same manner.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Every time Vega saw Viktor create an item, it felt a little shock in its heart.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Creating items with bare hands was something that even master-level craftsmen couldn''t do.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Could it be that what he had awakened was actually the one-in-a-million creation-type magic?


    <span style="font-weight:400">It had only been attracted by this human''s soul, but now, it was finding Viktor increasingly iprehensible.


    <span style="font-weight:400">As a mage, mana potions were certainly more important than healing potions.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Although Vega had an unlimited mana cheat, helping out wasn''t without its costs, and Viktor didn''t know exactly what the price would be.


    <span style="font-weight:400">It was better to have some mana potions on hand. It''s better to rely on oneself than on others.


    <span style="font-weight:400">After a while, a voice sounded:


    <span style="font-weight:400">[''Crafting'' skill has leveled up, current level: lv2]


    <span style="font-weight:400">With the breakthrough in level, Viktor stopped hand-crafting potions and saw some new things appear on his item crafting panel.


    <span style="font-weight:400">He looked up at Vega on the table, saying nothing.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The crow felt a bit uneasy under his gaze, until Viktor spoke:


    <span style="font-weight:400">"You should count as a crow, right?"


    <span style="font-weight:400">Vega: "Huh?"


    <span style="font-weight:400"> Viktor sessfully plucked a dark feather from Vega, ignoring his resentful gaze, and continued with his work.


    <span style="font-weight:400">[Magical Creature Hair and Six Magic Stones]


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Need magic stones, huh."


    <span style="font-weight:400">He remembered quite clearly that magic stones were a rtively rare item, capable of recording video and storing some words, and even storing magic.


    <span style="font-weight:400">However, the magic within the stones would gradually dissipate. Someone had tried to use magic stored in magic stones as bombs, but it failed.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Magic stones were extremely expensive to produce. If one had that kind of wealth, it would be better to make a few real bombs.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Having umted enough materials, he prepared to start synthesizing items.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The materials instantly turned into threads of liquid, mixing together, and began to solidify at a visible speed. The embryonic form of a glove appeared, with several transparent magic stones embedded in it.


    <span style="font-weight:400">A single fingerless glove appeared in front of Viktor.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The crow shuddered again: "Kid, you can even synthesize equipment with your bare hands?"


    <span style="font-weight:400">Viktor didn''t want to respond to it, he just stared at the glove in front of him.


    <span style="font-weight:400">It was iid with several transparent magic stones, clear and wless.


    <span style="font-weight:400">[Mage''s Hand]: Level 2 crafted item, can store six different types of magic, capable of quick activation and release without preparation time.


    <span style="font-weight:400">This item could deal with some emergency situations and was essential equipment for mage yers in the early stages.


    <span style="font-weight:400">He used his mana to slowly infuse various types of magic into the magic stones on the glove.


    <span style="font-weight:400">With each infusion, the transparent magic stones changed color.


    <span style="font-weight:400">As Viktor continued to infuse various types of magic, the magic stones all took on different colors, and he finally stopped.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Vega, watching this scene, was no longer surprised and said to him: "Able to store various types of magic? And no need for incantations? Why don''t you tell me how you made such a good thing?"


    <span style="font-weight:400">Its single eye flickered with crazy blue mes, but Viktor just shook his head at its eager look.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"It''s a secret."


    <span style="font-weight:400">"How stingy."


    <span style="font-weight:400">Vegained, not expecting that it, a mighty evil god, would have to inquire about knowledge from a human. If this got out and its colleagues found out, wouldn''t it beughed to death?


    <span style="font-weight:400">Viktor ignored it simply because his secret as a yer couldn''t be exposed.


    <span style="font-weight:400">If his ability to create items with bare hands were to spread, it might attract the investigation of some ill-intentioned people, and then things would get troublesome.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Even if it was for his own sake, he had to consider it carefully.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Lord, Lady Gwen has arrived."
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