Hunter x Hunter: Infinite Growth

"That's what I was thinking too, so I'm guessing the medicine I need might be on your clothes?"

Kevin couldn't be sure either.

This left Mitu somewhat confused, but he didn't pretend otherwise and immediately took off the jacket he was wearing.

The distinctive ethnic clothing worn on the outside is clearly not a robe, but rather a garment resembling a cloak.

"These are just ordinary clothes, if they can help you."

Kevin accepted it: "Thank you."

He reached out and placed his hand on the fabric, slowly examining it.

When his hand touched his chest, that subtle sensation returned, so subtle that Kevin would have been completely oblivious if he hadn't been so focused.

"This is it."

Upon hearing this, Mito looked curiously at his own clothes, but he couldn't find any so-called "medicinal herbs" on them.

The shawl is predominantly blue, with orange-yellow accents on the edges and in the center.

The whole outfit has a strong ethnic feel, though it's unclear which ethnic style it comes from.

"This button... there's only this one button."

Kevin, holding the button, turned to look at Mito.

Mito nodded: "No problem, you can take it off. It's nothing precious."

Although it's handmade, it's not really worth much.

"Thank you." Kevin thanked him again and took the button off.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that this button uses a special interlayer structure in the middle, making the entire button look more harmonious and adding a touch of elegance.

If Kevin hadn't sensed the material he wanted from it, it would have been nothing more than a well-made button.

Pry open the button, and you'll find something that looks like dried flower petals sandwiched in the middle.

"So there's this kind of material inside the buttons." Mido was also surprised, not expecting it.

Kevin looked at the button and suddenly asked, "Do you know where else you can find these flower petals? Or do you have any left?"

Every material that could arouse Kevin's desire was extremely precious.

Mito shook her head: "I don't know. This dress was made by an old woman in the clan, but the buttons were probably made by someone else. I don't know either."

I'll have to go back and ask before I can get an answer.

After saying that, he added, "However, you'd better not have too high hopes. The area where we were at the time this garment was made was no longer on this continent."

"Hmm?" Kevin asked, somewhat puzzled.

Mito explained, “I come from a nomadic people, which is not entirely accurate, but we do migrate every so often.”

I know about migration, but is it right to migrate to another continent?

"Besides, I came here to travel, and since I've finally managed to get out, I don't really want to go back so soon."

"Really? That's a shame." Kevin was somewhat regretful, but he wasn't one to force anyone.

After thinking for a moment, I wrote down my phone number.

"This is my number. If you find any information about it, please let me know. It's very important to me."

I will give you appropriate compensation, or if you need anything, if I can help you.

Mito took the slip of paper and looked at the number on it, appearing somewhat conflicted.

"Is it too much trouble? If it really is, then forget it."

Mito looked at Kevin and, to be honest, Kevin's performance was quite impressive.

He gritted his teeth and came up with a solution, saying, "How about this, I will notify you when to go to a certain town or region."

Wait at the place I designate, and I will let you know what I know after a while. If there is any stock, I will deliver it to you personally.

Kevin didn't understand, but he nodded without hesitation.

"Thank you for your help. Thank you for your assistance."

He's already thinking about what kind of reward he should give the other party.

"Let's eat now that we've finished talking. I ordered such a big meal; it's not very interesting to eat barbecue by yourself."

Kevin handed a bottle of beer to the other person as he spoke.

Mito accepted the glass, thought for a moment, and smiled. The two clinked glasses.

The meal lasted until late at night, and with enough money, the boss decided to work through the night.

"Wow, that's amazing! You can actually finish all of this. Is your stomach some kind of huge pouch?"

A slightly flushed Mido patted Kevin on the shoulder and asked with a loud laugh.

"Haha, this is nothing."

"Speaking of which, with your strength, why did it take you several months to reach the 160th floor?"

It only took him half a month to get here, but his goal was to reach the 200th floor.

"This is also a form of cultivation, drink!"

"Okay, drink!"

The two chatted and ate and drank as they went.

They didn't part ways until the moon was high in the sky.

Although he drank a lot, Kevin wasn't drunk. He looked at the few dried petals in the button in his hand.

"I don't know if this is enough."

Chapter Twenty-Six: New Drug X-Level System

Kevin was busy in the laboratory.

After obtaining the materials he wanted from Mitu yesterday, he immediately plunged into the experiment.

The experiment went very smoothly; this material is indeed an extremely peculiar and precious substance.

Moreover, it is an excellent fusing agent, as if it were made for bronze scales.

If this material is used as a fusion agent, at least half of the potions Kevin has on hand will be improved in quality to some extent.

The two materials that had previously failed to produce the desired effect due to the lack of a suitable fusion agent, yet still aroused desire, are now expected to be able to be made into a satisfactory finished product.

Today, Kevin, having had a good rest, is in top condition.

The medicine-making table appeared before him.

He placed the materials that he had prepared beforehand on it.

Golden Scales: Two-headed wolf shedding its horns

Silver scales: Moon milk opal

銅秤：未知花瓣（幹碎）

[Effect: Qi becomes more sensitive to emotions and will, and can provide subtle feedback.]

"The energy I've cultivated so far should be enough," Kevin thought to himself.

This time, he used only the rarest materials he had, whether it was molted horns or unknown petals, he only had one of each.

If the experiment fails, the losses could be enormous.

However, based on his understanding and experience of Nen abilities over the past few months, he felt that his current Nen should be sufficient to meet his needs.

Even if there are some fluctuations during the process, they should be within an acceptable range.

Kevin took a deep breath, his energy suddenly exploded, and he instantly entered a state of "absolute" power.

All the gas rushed into the pharmaceutical machine.

The scale spun so fast that it was impossible to see clearly; only a blurry outline could be seen.

Half an hour later, sweat began to seep from Kevin's forehead.

An hour passed, and Kevin's face had turned pale and he was covered in sweat.

An hour and a half passed, and Kevin looked weak, his eyes were squinting, and he had to support himself with one hand on the table next to him.

I can't hold on any longer, I'm about to give up.

The problem is that Kevin has no way of knowing how much longer it will take to refine the potion.

During the drug manufacturing process, the entire manufacturing station will continue to run at full speed until the final success, without providing any feedback.

Kevin felt dizzy and his vision blurred. He could only rely on his strong will to keep himself from falling into a deep sleep.

Hang in there, just a little longer.

In his judgment, even if more air was needed than he had anticipated, it shouldn't be this much more, and it should be completed soon.

Let's persevere a little longer, otherwise the losses will be devastating if we fail.

"Crack!"

When the crisp sound rang out, Kevin didn't hesitate to use his last bit of strength to pull out the medicine.

"Pfft..."

Kevin had exhausted all his strength, his body went limp, and he fainted, crashing heavily to the floor.

As Kevin fainted, the medicine-making table also disappeared, and the medicine he had pulled out of his hand fell to the ground.

Kevin carries these medicines with him at all times, so the entire medicine bottle is made of very sturdy material; he spent a lot of money to have it custom-made.

Kevin didn't wake up until night.

My whole body felt weak and powerless; this feeling of being completely drained was truly unpleasant.

He stood up shakily, his steps slow, and it took him several steps to reach the cabinet next to him.

He took out several kinds of medicine from the cabinet and poured them all into his mouth. As the liquid flowed in, his body began to recover rapidly.

These bottles of medicine are not high-end products; they are simply concentrated and reduced versions of commonly used modern medical drugs.

Some treat fever, some provide nutrition, and some balance physiological states.

Fifteen minutes later, the effects of the medicine wore off.

Kevin then stood up again, his physical condition finally somewhat better than before.

He picked up the fallen medicine from the ground.

The final product has a pinkish-purple liquid in the bottle, with sparkling starlight inside, making it look like a dream.

Kevin sat down on the sofa.

"Thankfully, it succeeded in the end. The process was really thrilling... But this medicine should still be classified as Grade C. This is probably the limit of this grade."

In Kevin's system of evaluating medicines, in addition to classifying them according to the materials and efficacy, the more important evaluation criteria are the time and energy he spends in making the medicine.

Take Grade D and Grade C medicines as an example; there is a qualitative difference in their consumption.

A little over a month ago, Kevin could make a Class D drug in a maximum of ten minutes.

At that time, it took Kevin an average of more than an hour to make a bottle of Grade C medicine.

If we quantify the amount of thought within the body.

The maximum amount of spirit consumed to make a Grade D potion is no more than 1000 points.

The average amount of Nen required to make a Grade C potion is over 5000 points, and the more potent the potion, the greater the Nen requirement.

Kevin estimated that the new drug he created this time consumed nearly 10000 Nen points.

According to his previous classification standards for medicines, if the amount of energy consumed exceeds 10,000, he believes that the medicine should have reached the level of Grade B.

However, he felt that the total amount of Nen he currently possessed might not have exceeded this value, so the medicine he produced would naturally not meet the Grade B standard.

Fortunately, the new drug did not exceed this value, so he managed to complete the production with great difficulty.

Looking at the potion in my hand, just how powerful is this potion?