[Title: 10 Years Later Species Update…jpg]
Human
(Skeleton drawing drinking cola)
Elf
(Skeleton drawing drinking soju)
Dwarf
(Skeleton drawing drinking beer)
LOL
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– Cemetery social club LOL
– Let’s have a drink~
– Look at those elf skeletons with their pointy ear bones, LOL!
– LOL, super upvote!
– Ah, LOL, the population is doomed!
– 1 newborn = 10 adults dead
– For real, we’re all gonna die eventually;
Gallum’s numbers were steadily declining every day.
Even the arrival of the marketplace didn’t change that.
It just transformed the population cliff into a slow slide.
At least now, minor injuries wouldn’t be fatal, but if it were serious, there was no salvation.
“Isn’t it ridiculous that in a fantasy world, there’s no red potion?”
A healing potion for 50 coins should be common sense, right?
Why was there none here?
But that wasn’t the case.
There was definitely a healing potion here.
It was just that witches could make healing potions.
– If witches are on fire, super upvote LOL
“Then we should hunt witches… right?”
“Have you lost your cool?”
“Damn you, creeps, stop it!”
“I’ll curse you, creeps!!!
It was just that they had been persecuting witches since a long time ago.
There were expensive ingredient issues too, but they had no opportunity to develop or research it.
As a result, the potion segment had greatly declined, and healing potions became a legend.
I Will Not Die Even If I Am a Vampire: If witches were the mainstream…
I Will Not Die Even If I Am a Vampire: Maybe we could have bought healing potions cheaply.
In short, it was a disaster they had brought upon themselves.
Because of that, there were only legends left about healing potions.
When it came to materials like 10kg of pepper and 10kg of salt, bizarre results were bound to happen.
[Marketplace/Spices]
[10kg of Pepper] – 150p
“Is anyone else in the marketplace?”
Yep, it’s just me buying stuff.
Witches were so poor they couldn’t even afford to make basic potions, let alone healing ones.
It was expected not to succeed in making a healing potion right away.
So I sent 100kg at once.
Not long after sending it, I got a reply from witch Morone.
Morone: Is this really pepper?
Juddak: yes
Morone: Is it okay to use this? Am I allowed to dare use it?
The average salary of regular people doesn’t exceed 1,000p.
Naturally, the average salary of witches blending into human society would be even lower.
It was a special case when they succeeded like Morone.
But even Morone seemed to think that 100kg of pepper was far beyond common sense.
Juddak: (Do you feel my power? Gon)
Juddak: Use it freely. If it’s not enough, just say so.
Morone: Ah… Thank you so much ㅠㅠ
Morone: (Crying black cat Gon)
Witch stocks are about to soar.
Mars was definitely going out of the picture.
“Then I should invest first.”
Improve the survival rate in another world, become a wealthy mana pill distributor; isn’t this killing two birds with one stone?
Of course, securing a safe space came first before researching healing potions.
For that, I’d need an invisibility potion to avoid the gaze of monsters…
To make it, I needed 1,000 insects, 500ml of oil, beast liver, intestines, lungs, and other materials.
[Products have been delivered!]
Morone: Eek
Then just send me the potion materials.
Beast liver, intestines, lungs?
[Pork Offals 2kg] – 11p
“Do Koreans understand love for sundae (blood sausage)?”
It’s not that expensive.
1,000 insects and 500ml of oil?
[Pack of 200 Mealworms] – 5p
[1.5L Soybean Oil] – 6p
You don’t even have to think about the prices; it’s cheap.
Moreover, thanks to the gallery level increase, I can easily buy those things with just a few disruption bans.
It was also advantageous in terms of storage.
No need to hunt wild animals and keep the contents from decaying.
In the marketplace, it gets delivered in sealed condition.
[You’ve done a good deed. Returning 22p.]
[Additionally, giving 11p.]
Limit: 22/10,000p
On top of that, when you buy, you get a 1.5x refund.
Additionally, I don’t even pay taxes!
“Then I just have to wait now.”
Morone: Nobody ever helped me…
Morone: Thank you. I understand why those humans like you. I’d feel indebted to you no matter what.
And with a spoonful of research enthusiasm.
So now, all I had to do was focus on research.
In the meantime, there was one thing I needed to do.
[Category/Bunker]
[General Bunker] – 50,000p
[Advanced Bunker] – 100,000p
[Premium Bunker] – 300,000p
…
[Nuclear War End Bunker] – 10,000,000p
Current points: 315,000p
“Should I move?”
It’s time to buy the Premium Bunker.
“I feel like I’m dreaming.”
Witch Morone’s gaze was restless.
She was so happy it even made her fear this might be a dream.
[50 Tuna Cans]
[50 Bottled Water 500ml]
[3 Knee Blankets]
[100ml Triangle Flask, 3 50ml Transparent Test Tubes]
…
Items appeared from thin air.
It was so surprising that she couldn’t even close her mouth, but that wasn’t all.
“How, how on earth did you make this?”
Tools often found in elementary school science labs, scattered all over.
But to Morone, they seemed like an incomprehensible collection of distant technology.
-Slap!
“Ugh!”
When she smacked her own cheeks with both hands, it hurt.
Actually, she knew that even before she hit them.
This was filled with things that exceeded the boundaries of her imagination, so it couldn’t be a dream.
“I… I didn’t expect you’d give me essentials too.”
She owed her life to Juddak.
Moreover, she had preserved home and old memories she had to discard to survive.
Yet, she still thought it would be nice to receive food as well; yet here she was, getting essentials too.
Morone: Are you really giving me everything? Really? Why…
Juddak: In Korea, it’s a crime not to provide meals when asking someone to work, okay?
Juddak: You need to eat well to think well.
“…Korea?”
She didn’t really know what that was.
Morone felt warmth and kindness for the first time in hundreds of years since her mother had passed away.
Now, her hut was entirely filled with Juddak’s touch.
“I will repay you for this.”
All witches lived dreaming of ideals.
Of course, most had been broken, mutated, or given up after the Great War.
Morone was one of them, but not anymore.
She raised her gaze to the star-filled night sky, beyond it, envisioning the universe, and clenched her fist tightly.
“One day… I’ll reach it, right?”
Imagining the distant future when she would meet Juddak, a light was ignited in Morone’s hut.
Time gradually passed like that.
One hour.
Half a day.
A day or a week.
“I finally did it…!”
After nearly a month of devoting herself to research under Juddak’s endless support, Morone finally succeeded.
In the transparent flask held by the heavily dark-circled Morone was something red inside.
It was the healing potion.
The ultimate potion of witches that had become a legend.
For a month, the gallery was relatively peaceful.
Days of kids dying a little too much, a few murder cases, and monster invasions happening regularly.
But now, it was their turn for change.
[Lower Healing Potion]
The legendary potion cited in witch folklore.
It rapidly regenerates injured body parts, and with immediate first aid, it can even recover cleanly severed limbs.
“How was it made?”
It truly could be nothing less than legendary.
It had taken much less time than expected, and she had indeed succeeded.
Morone: Hehe
Morone: (Holding the healing potion and laughing weakly in a desolate mood)
She seemed half out of it.
Soon, we decided to give her a reward, but for now, I focused on the healing potion.
“Even clean severed parts can heal?”
Of course, there were conditions of cleanliness, but from a performance standpoint, it was absurd.
Why had they been washing wounds with milk all this time when they had such overpowered alchemists?
“I need to do a performance test…”
Safety first, I was holed up in the bunker, so there was no threat or risk of injury.
Penny was also becoming a homebody, so there was no risk of injury.
But applicants for the performance test overflowed the gallery as soon as they logged on.
[Title: Ah LOL, my arm]
(Caption of a left arm on the ground)
It was there, but now it isn’t.
– What the hell is going on?
– Recently, Kellierhton was invaded by monsters.
– Dude, it’s fine. Being an amputee is more badass.
Written by) Thanks, Shithead, LOL
– Did a monster chop it off?
Written by) I had to cut it off after getting hit by a blind poison arrow to avoid the poison spreading, LOL.
– Wow, mental strength legend, whoa!
– Doesn’t it hurt?
Written by) Wanna do the same to me?
There happened to be a knight who had lost one arm.
Not much time had passed, and the cut was clean, so it perfectly met the conditions.
“I’ll show you healing.”
Without hesitation, I left a comment.
– Juddak) Should I reattach it for you?
Written by) Is that possible?
– Written by) Please, I’ll worship you for life if you do, please.
– Juddak) Nah; I sent it now, so try it first.
I quickly handed over the potion to the knight in question.
Then five minutes passed.
“Why is there no response?”
No replies were coming back.
– Juddak) Dude
– Juddak*) Dude?
Even calling out brought no response.
Just as I thought it might be a scam, something dawned on me.
I reread the instructions.
At the very bottom, there were two warning lines…
– Contains salt as an ingredient. May cause pain similar to pouring large amounts of salt on a wound.
– May induce severe pain due to the rapid recovery speed defying natural order. It could hurt more than a topical anesthetic.
The healing potion came with awful pain along with healing.
