Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 298 Drowsiness and Insomnia

After busying himself with planting small pieces of magic stone into the long cultivation trough, old Lunser continued to sigh.

“All three successful fighters have been tainted with a trace of the Nightmare World…” Old Lunser said.

Ruger curled his lip, unconcerned. Aiskin, Big Fool, and the big-appetite Squeak were constantly sharing the roasted meat and stew cooked by Leiden. They had long been tainted by the atmosphere of the Nightmare World. In fact, he still had some black and white python meat that he had been given last time stored in his Abyss Bedroom space, which he had not been willing to eat.

Dragonborn kobolds are powerful in some ways. Or rather, the bloodline of the dragons can still have a transformative effect on creatures like them who are still at a low level. Even if it's just a trace of the bloodline, it won't make them very powerful, but it will still give them a strong ability to adapt.

They do not have nightmare organs, and they experience no discomfort when consuming creations from the nightmare world.

In other words, it is sturdy and durable, and its body can withstand repeated wear and tear.

"Those three, like normal fighters advancing in rank, received a comprehensive boost after taking the potion. Their strength increased, and their aura became more ferocious. Besides that," Old Lenser said, "one became lethargic. The first-ring wizard and I observed the changes in his body using a magic circle. He would continue to grow stronger imperceptibly while asleep, but in his account after waking up, it seemed to be because he was constantly fighting in his dreams, defeating all sorts of strange mushrooms... The other two, on the other hand, were not lethargic. Even when they were given sleeping potions and fell asleep, they didn't dream about any mushrooms..."

"One of them is a spell-like ability, but in my opinion, it's not very useful. He can knock someone with weak willpower to sleep with one punch, but then wake them up because of the pain. We found thirty people to test his punches on, and most of them were like this. The person was originally a basic strength fighter, who could have knocked people out directly. This made him very uncomfortable. A light touch is not very practical in battle, and it's difficult for him to exert his will to activate the fighter's mark, let alone put the enemy to sleep..."

Old Lunther finally finished burying the magic stones.

"The other is the ability to remain alert in one's sleep, that is, to become an insomniac warrior. As long as he is not in the midst of a fierce battle, he can be in a semi-sleep state. He will not dream, but he will always be observing his surroundings. He can still walk and communicate normally. He is an excellent guardian who can always be on guard."

After Old Lunser finished speaking, he looked at Ruger.

Ruger blinked. He hadn't expected this fighter potion to be so strange, but it was in line with what was produced in the Nightmare World.

As for the spell-like ability that Old Lenser considered useless, Ruger didn't think so. That was from the perspective of the old dog-headed wizard apprentice. For low-level apprentices or other extraordinary individuals like warriors and knights, this experience of constantly falling asleep and waking up would be absolutely fatal. Of course, the premise is that the warrior's will must be strong enough; otherwise, it would only work on people with weak willpower, and then it would be truly useless, only good for putting on a show in some mercenary groups.

"That lord also conducted a spell test. All three of them showed a certain degree of resistance to spells that cause mental derangement," Old Lunser said as he walked out. "Furthermore, I think there might be some untapped potential that could be quite interesting, but don't expect too much from their strength. So, if you're going to take them, you should think it over carefully..."

Luger nodded.

He could tell that the old dog head actually praised the so-called guardian who could never sleep. Perhaps most wizards or wizard apprentices would think the same way. In the many theories about the birth of warriors, there is a definition of them. Some wizards even think this way about other people on the extraordinary path, that is, knights and warriors are just servants and guards of wizards.

Old Lunser walked to the door, then seemed to remember something, turned back and made some more arrangements. Ruger's wings were pulled and some viscous substance resembling blood was placed on them.

As the uncle and nephew left the cultivation room, night was already preparing to envelop this strange city situated in the wasteland.

After closing time and enjoying a hearty, rustic dinner.

The old Lunther's apothecary shop fell silent, and the not-so-well old Lunther returned to his room early.

After enjoying a moment of quiet.

Luger went alone to his small refining room on the fourth floor.

It's been a long time since I've been here.

Those things were still in the same places he had used last time.

After relaxing his entire body with a Spirit Hair Nourishment spell, he sat on the ground and completed a round of light meditation before stepping to the old refining table.

He took out the prepared materials one by one, placed them to one side for a final check and count, and after a simple reprocessing of the two unprocessed materials, the long-awaited potion making began.

Although he hadn't touched it for a long time, he immediately entered the state of refining purification potions thousands of times.

The pre-arranged materials transformed into a part of the potion in an orderly fashion in his hands. While sensing the changes in the materials, he used his mental power to select and discard the remaining materials. Although they seemed the same, each plant, each grain, and each piece was actually different. This was the reason why low-level wizard apprentices could not refine high-level potions, or rather, the main reason. Without strong enough mental power, even with the help of alchemical tools, it was difficult to see through the essence of those high-level materials.

Based on the information at hand, he only has two chances.

Fortunately, he had already observed it many times last night, and Old Lenser, unafraid of interference, allowed him to participate closely using his mental powers. He watched the reaction of the potion.

He only smiled when the last of the materials were used up.

Two bottles of Fighter's Potion.

After the last chat was interrupted, the new branch of Nightmare Fighter Potion, which had not yet been named, sat quietly on the desk.

He picked one up and shook it gently. Both were quite good, of above-average quality.

On the contrary, the second bottle, which was refined later, was slightly inferior.

However, judging by the quality of normal medicines, there is no difference; they are all of excellent quality, but neither has reached the so-called perfection.

Ruger chuckled, stretched, glanced around the small alchemy room, picked up the potion, and turned to leave.

The night is dark.

He staggered back to his little attic.

He couldn't wait to open the portal.

"Brother Luger."

He received a warm welcome as soon as he entered the Abyss Bedroom.

Aiskin and Big Fool both ran over.

He smiled and waved the potion in his hand—the slightly better one, of course—and Aiskin and Big Fool understood what he meant.

The kobold girl's eyes gleamed as she stared at the potion.

Big Fool looked curious, but also a little troubled, as if he was afraid that the kobold girl would challenge him to another duel after drinking the potion.

Luger looked at Big Fool and saw that the guy's eyes seemed to have become more honest and kind since he took the Fury Warrior potion. He had a loyal look on his face and a steady gaze. Combined with his increasingly burly body, he was like a silent stone mountain.

"Brother Luger, is this for me?"

Aiskin stared at him, quietly confirming her guess.

Ruger smiled and handed the potion over directly, which the kobold girl carefully reached out and took.

The three kobolds sat down again by the stone bed.

This time, it was Aiskin who was nervous.

Luger and Big Fool both stared at her intently, as if afraid she would run away.

"Drink it without worry, you'll be fine. Just follow your heart. After you drink the potion, you'll fall asleep. You might see a big mushroom, but we won't be there for you. Your job is to defeat it, and ideally, eat it after you've defeated it..."

Ruger organized his words, trying his best to ensure that Eskin could fully understand.

Aiskin sat to one side, carefully holding the medicine bottle, listening attentively and nodding repeatedly, as if she were nodding vigorously for every word Ruger spoke.

(End of this chapter)