Chapter 413

Chapter 413: Midi’s Alchemy

Midi’s environmental awareness had only reached small success, far from achieving thorough internal-external perception.

Yet by concentrating his sensing range into an extremely small area, he managed limited transparency.

He first extended his awareness across a table-sized space, then further focused his psychic energy onto the materials in his hand.

Slowly, the internal life vitality, magic properties, and structural details of various materials became visible to him.

This allowed immediate understanding of the materials’ conditions for timely adjustments.

"Time for alchemy." Midi raised his hand, summoning golden-red sword light in his palm.

"You’re using magic flames for alchemy?" Sherlock’s eyes flickered with unstable glow.

Beyond basic requirements like alchemist experience and material familiarity, the crucial factor in potion-making remained precise heat control.

Different flames produced distinct effects.

Even the same flame could yield completely different potions depending on temperature.

Mastering heat regulation and flame control – even collecting rare fire sources – formed essential challenges for every alchemist.

Yet this human directly employed self-generated sword light for alchemy.

The sword light’s extreme purity and multi-hued coloration suggested composite Attributes – a high-grade flame most alchemists would covet.

More importantly, this magic-born flame responded instantly to Midi’s consciousness without requiring adaptation.

No wonder Sherlock, despite his pride, felt tempted.

However, the flame’s practical application for potion-making remained uncertain.

Ignoring his surroundings, Midi concentrated fully on the task.

He’d previously dabbled in basic alchemical processes while refining the Radiance of Darkness for absorption.

But creating standardized, preservable potions for general use demanded proper execution of multiple steps in seamless succession – a true test.

Just as battles held unexpected turns, Midi’s alchemical venture permitted no retreat now.

First step: vessel preparation.

Alchemy forbade impurities. All tools required thorough cleansing before and after use.

Midi’s method proved simple – he reduced the golden-red sword light’s intensity and swept it across the workspace.

Tweezers, crucibles, test tubes and flasks instantly purified under high temperatures.

Though technically simple, this instantaneous cleaning method made Sherlock green with envy.

Second step: material processing.

Proper material preparation critically influenced alchemical success rates.

Fortunately, the blood coagulation potion and magic potion required common ingredients – black leaf grass and dark vine needed only basic grinding.

Of course, grinding itself was a skill, but for Midi, it posed no challenge.

With a thought, the color of the Golden-Red Sword Lights in his hand shifted—the fiery red hue representing heat faded, leaving only sharp golden brilliance.

A sweep of the pale golden sword light instantly reduced both materials to fine powder!

After processing, Midi carefully placed the separated materials into the crucible, spreading them evenly to ensure uniform heating.

Thus, the second step, "handling the materials," was swiftly completed under the shocked gazes of the dark elves.

The third step: heating.

This marked the true start of potion creation.

While the first two steps allowed careful pacing, heating demanded uninterrupted focus.

The flame’s type, size, temperature, and heating zones couldn’t afford any mistakes.

A single error would ruin the alchemical materials.

Luckily, both the blood coagulation potion and magic potion had low requirements for "fire source" and "timing for application of heat."

Maintaining the flame within a specific temperature range sufficed—simple enough.

But this "simplicity" only applied to seasoned alchemists like Sherlock, who could judge material states by estimating time, sensing temperature, and catching scent changes without even watching the crucible.

For Midi, this step proved daunting. He didn’t know the ideal temperature for crafting, lacking all experience.

His only option was meticulous observation—not through sight, but psychic energy.

As the sword light returned to golden-red and heated the crucible, Midi activated full environmental awareness, using it to track shifts in life force and magic within the powdered black leaf grass.

He simultaneously adjusted the sword light to evenly warm the entire crucible.

The Eighth Apostle Rot occasionally voiced reminders nearby.

Over time, the powder melted, emitting faint, pleasant aromas.

"The main material’s ready. Begin the potion crafting now," urged Rot, his typically slow speech tinged with haste.

Without responding, Midi immediately added other materials to the crucible.

Finally, the fourth step: synthesis!

This pivotal moment defined alchemy’s core—combining materials to birth new substances with novel properties.

The process required not just flame, but magic itself. Larger syntheses even demanded pre-arranged magic arrays or magic veins.

Such advanced crafting lay far beyond Midi’s beginner abilities—unthinkable for him.

But creating blood coagulation and magic potions was simpler.

Truthfully, this barely qualified as alchemy—it merely maximized herbal effects through catalyst-like additives.

These materials could further enhance the properties of black leaf grass and dark vine while nourishing the human body and accelerating absorption.

By adding them to the melted paste in the crucible and filtering out impurities, Midi could produce raw materials for two low-level potions.

With environmental awareness constantly analyzing the medicinal materials and Rot’s guidance, Midi effortlessly completed this step.

Though Midi found the task simple, Sherlock noticed something odd in his movements.

Every action was unnervingly precise.

His flame control showed absolute perfection.

His timing for adding materials left no room for error.

Even the quantities he measured matched perfectly each time.

Sherlock’s eyes widened when he realized the catalyst portions Midi added were identical in mass every single instance – indistinguishable even to Sherlock’s trained senses.

This precision went beyond alchemy.

Anyone capable of such exact control over measurements would excel in any craft, be it potion-making or other fields.

Not even the greatest alchemists Sherlock had met during his training in Mososbury City matched this level of accuracy.

Only Midi – with his potent mind-related abilities, mastery of environmental awareness, and a Demon Swordman’s iron control over his physical form – could achieve this impossible consistency.

If this human became his assistant, Sherlock knew the Alchemy Workshop’s products would surpass all expectations.

They could not only meet the Wolfspider tribe’s needs but even carve out a reputation in Mososbury City itself!

Sherlock’s eyes gleamed sharply, his earlier interest in the Annihilation dual swords forgotten.

As Sherlock schemed, Midi’s work neared completion.

Half an hour later, the catalyst fused completely with the main ingredients, turning the paste into a deep crimson liquid.

Midi withdrew the Golden-Red Sword Lights. As the temperature dropped, the crucible released an intense medicinal aroma – the unmistakably potent scent of undiluted blood coagulation potion.

With practiced motions, Midi poured the solution into prepared bottles and diluted it with water – the final step of formulation.

Proper dilution was crucial: too concentrated, it became poison; too weak, it lost effectiveness.

For Midi, this posed no challenge. Moments later, six identical bottles of blood coagulation potion stood ready.

Sherlock’s breath caught. All six potions showed identical color and scent – perfect uniformity.

This kid’s useful. I must recruit him.

The old alchemist’s lingering doubts vanished. His determination solidified.