I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 169 Eat the Feces Properly 1.0
Ron still remembers that night in the cult camp, talking by candlelight.

Mr. Sid opened up to him, saying that his alchemy skills were already at the fifth level, but his level was stuck at the third level.

His lack of natural talent caused this ambitious man to secretly grieve.

But today, he is about to be reborn!

“Mr. Sid, this is a good thing. You can use it to break through to the fourth tier.”

Ron was genuinely delighted.

Upon hearing Ron's words, Sid Flores frowned and said in a deep voice:
"I had already drunk one before you came, but the effect wasn't as ideal as I had calculated."

"I think I need more data, so..."

As he spoke, his golden eyes were filled with anticipation, making Ron's eyelids twitch.

Kind-hearted teenagers can't stand this.

Ron pursed his lips and asked cautiously:
"Mr. West Germany, what ingredients did you add to the potion?"

If there's excrement or the skin of a dark goblin's feet, Ron would rather die than drink it; at most, he'd take it and let the guild master have it first.

"Don't worry, it only contains rare magical herbs, hmm... Dragon-shaped Grass, Tree Crown Flower, and Blood Gold Ore."

Upon hearing Mr. Sid's ingredient list, Ron felt relieved.

Without a word, he took the medicine, uncorked the bottle, and an extremely rich fragrance wafted out.

At that moment, Ron felt like a starving wolf who hadn't eaten for ten days, while the potion in his hand was like a stewed meat that was tender, fragrant, and perfectly marbled with fat and lean meat.

With his eyes closed and head tilted back, a bitter taste filled the boy's mouth.

Ron's little face scrunched up, but at this moment he couldn't care less about anything else.

Although the medicine tasted bad, the moment it entered the body, it instantly transformed into a powerful energy that spread throughout the body.

Ron could clearly feel the potion's power enhancing his magic, stabilizing his mind, and strengthening his body.

However, compared to the former two, the body-strengthening effects of the medicine are somewhat lacking.

The "Holy Sword Technique" has already strengthened Ron's body to a level far exceeding the fourth rank, making further improvement difficult.

His magic power, however, was different; it actually rose from the level of just entering the third tier to around the middle of the third tier.

Although it did not break through to the fourth tier, West Germany's potion was already far superior to similar products on the market.

As expected of the minister of the Stardust Society, this is simply a miracle drug!

At that moment, Ron experienced the joy of spending money on in-game purchases.

If we had a few more bottles, wouldn't they all become "legends"?

"How are you? How do you feel?"

Seeing Ron's flushed face, Sid quickly took out paper and pen from his pocket and stepped forward to ask him with concern.

"Hmm, my magic power has increased by about a third, my mental strength by a quarter, and as for physical enhancement..."

At this point, Ron scratched the back of his head somewhat embarrassed.

He couldn't provide numerical feedback on this, only saying something like:

"Body enhancement can make a fifth-tier knight or warrior feel a slight improvement."

A fifth-tier knight or warrior, aren't you a mage?

Upon hearing this, Sid's eyes were filled with confusion, but he didn't ask any further questions and completely believed Ron's words.

This is the trust and bond between men!

"Sure enough, the potion formula needs to be recalculated. The proportion of dragon-shaped grass is too low, and a section of the tree crown flower's molecular structure needs to be removed."

Inside the study, the soft scratching of pens and paper filled the air.

After writing down all the current data and ideas in his notebook, West Germany finally finished writing and stretched out his arms.

"Mr. West Germany, why does the medicine smell so good, but taste so bitter?"

This was something that puzzled Ron greatly.

Generally speaking, shouldn't this kind of thing taste as good as a sweet drink? Besides, it shouldn't smell bitter either.

Upon hearing this, Sid Flores looked at Ron's glowing green tongue and smiled with satisfaction.

"It's 'Eat your feces properly 1.0'."

"I added 'Eat your poop properly 1.0'!"

Okay, let's eat shit 1.0 properly! ???
Upon hearing this extremely familiar naming format, Ron's face turned deathly pale.

Upon seeing the blond boy's pale face, Sid Flores said sincerely:
“Ron, actually I should thank you. You made me realize that the taste and flavor of ‘Darkness Leaves 3.0’ are not so ideal.”

"Even I can't eat a single one since that day."

Hey, this thing shouldn't be eaten in the first place!
Ron mentally complained, only to hear Mr. Sid continue:

"But don't worry, to make up for this shortcoming, I spent a lot of money to develop 'Eat Feces Well 1.0'."

As he spoke, West Germany pulled a small bottle of clear solution from his pocket.

"Just one drop is all it takes to make even feces taste delicious."

"In this way, even in the most desperate situation where all you have around you is 'darkness, quick departure 3.0' and feces,' you can maximize your energy utilization."

"The medicine we just used was a byproduct of it, and its ingredients may be somewhat similar, so it cannot change the taste."

Ron was dumbfounded.

On one hand, West Germany was right; in a desperate situation where one had to choose between two options, having the option of "eating shit properly 1.0" would indeed make things easier.

But these assumed external conditions are a bit too extreme!

"Mr. Sid, I think if we had a storage pocket and brought more food, this wouldn't have happened."

Ron hesitated before offering his advice.

Upon hearing this, Sid Flores's fanatical expression gradually faded, and he entered a state of serious thought.

"You're right. The reason we're in such a predicament is simply because the investigators can't carry too many items."

"If I could research an even cheaper storage pocket, wouldn't carrying a pocket full of 'Dark Anomaly Quick Escape 3.0' and 'Eat Feces Properly 1.0' guarantee a better chance of survival!?"

"No, no, no, I should create a magical pocket that can automatically produce these two things!"

As he spoke, the silver-haired youth looked at Ron and exclaimed:

"Ron, you're a genius!"

No, you're the genius!
The blond boy's eyelids twitched uncontrollably; he was too exhausted to even complain, so he immediately changed the subject, which was becoming increasingly bizarre.

"Mr. West Germany, I still have a mission to complete. Who are the team members assigned to me?"

"You mean this? Don't worry, I already have someone in mind, someone who is absolutely top-notch."

The silver-haired youth took a deep breath of the sweet air and went to the desk in the research and development room, picking out three documents.

"No, here you go."

“They are all Level 3 investigators. You should know one of them, another is a local from the capital, and the last one was transferred from another place.”

"His abilities are absolutely beyond question."

Upon hearing this, Ron lowered his head and quickly browsed through the information.

"Adele, female, 27, third-tier mage, second-level investigator of the Norsi Province branch."

"Zachley, male, 35, fourth-tier magic warrior, third-level investigator of the Corley County branch."

"Will, male, 18, first-tier mage apprentice, an outstanding graduate who studied for two and a half years, and a third-level investigator of the Royal Capital Headquarters."

this.
At this moment, Ron didn't know whether to marvel at Stardust's efficiency or the lack of manpower.

Miss Adele was still unconscious an hour ago. Even if she's awake now, does that mean she should be put to work right away?
Also, why is that fourth-tier magic warrior only a third-tier investigator?
Only the last one looks the most normal.

But no matter how Ron looked at it, it seemed like he had been placed through connections.

(End of this chapter)