Wizard: I have an inventory

In the afternoon covered with soft sunshine, Ryan lay leisurely on the large chair, eyes half closed, enjoying the rare quiet time. His mood should have been relaxed and joyful, but when the Sabada guard came in empty-handed, his expression was slightly solemn.

"Master, we are back." The Sabada guard stood respectfully at the door of the room with a serious expression.

Ryan sat up from the chair and nodded slightly to signal the guards to come in. "Tell me about your progress."

"I'm sorry, Master." A guard stood up, looking a little uneasy, "We went to the tavern and the secular black market and tried our best to search for the materials and items you requested, but the results were not ideal."

After hearing this, Ryan frowned slightly and felt a little disappointed. He had originally hoped to find some special items in these places to supplement his inventory, but the current results clearly frustrated him.

"Where are the ghosts? Not one found?" Ryan took a deep breath, with a hint of displeasure in his voice, "Is there no one in these places who can provide what I need?"

The Sabada guard was silent for a moment, and then said cautiously: "Master, the market conditions in these places are indeed not as good as before. It may take more time and resources to find specific items."

Ryan remained silent, knowing that the current situation was not optimistic. His plans and needs required additional material support, and these resources were not as readily available as he had anticipated.

He decided that he would re-evaluate his strategy and resource allocation next, and perhaps consider other search approaches and methods.

"Thank you for your efforts." Ryan finally said, his expression gradually calming down, "Continue to stay vigilant, I will make plans again."

Upon hearing this, the Sabada guards immediately responded in unison: "Yes, Master!"

Then they turned and exited the room, leaving Ryan alone with his thoughts.

…

Ryan sat at the desk in the study, holding his chin in his hand and frowning slightly. He looked at the potion formulas and witchcraft books scattered on the table, feeling a little helpless.

"If possible, who wouldn't want to make potions safely, improve their spiritual power, and advance to a third-class apprentice?" Ryan said to himself, with a bit of bitterness and helplessness in his voice.

As a wizard with great ambitions in pursuit of speed, he knows that the speed of improvement in mental power is crucial to his development.

Ryan is already 18 years old. As we all know, you have to advance to a third-class apprentice before the age of 45 to have a chance to burn your life.

However, the reality is that the materials he needs are not easy to obtain, and some have almost disappeared from the market.

He glanced at the incomplete formulas on the desk, wondering if there were any other alternatives.

However, the production of these potions did not happen overnight. It required careful preparation and rare materials. At this moment, he seemed to be stuck in a dilemma that he could not move forward.

"The lack of materials leaves me with nothing to do."

Ryan sighed, knowing that he needed more patience and persistence, and perhaps considering finding other ways and resources. On this path to excellence, every step may be a challenge, but it is also an opportunity for growth and gain.

He decided not to give up easily. Despite the difficulties he faces, he will continue to search and strive for every resource and material that can improve himself, which is also part of his wizarding career.

The ingredients for the dark green potion are not available, and the finished potion is consumed too quickly. There is a lack of resources in the Wiki Kingdom!

"The Corpse Tears Potion must be put on the agenda..."

…

One month later.

In the dim laboratory, Ryan stared at the alchemy table in front of him. There are various alchemy equipment and materials scattered on the table, and the most eye-catching one is the wraith floating in a crystal container.

This wisp of resentment exuded a faint chill, like a wandering soul, casting a cold aura over the entire laboratory.

Ryan's eyes were fixed on it, and his hands skillfully operated the test tubes and utensils, trying to perfectly integrate the power of the resentful spirit with other ingredients to refine the extremely rare Corpse Tears potion.

This was a complex recipe that he had never tried before, and it was also a very risky experiment.

However, this is not his first attempt. In fact, he has failed many times. Every failure ended with the potion bursting or failing. Either the potion was the wrong color, or the power of the wraith was devoured too quickly and lost its effect.

Despite the proficiency in Corpse Tear Potion given by [Nat's Experimental Notes]...

"Failed again..."

Ryan took a deep breath and looked at the smelly potion liquid in his hand, feeling a little annoyed.

But he didn't give up. Once again, he carefully adjusted the formula and controlled the refining rhythm.

After a long time, he finally saw that strange, dark green liquid - Corpse Tears Potion successfully appearing in front of him.

The assimilation rate increased by 8% to 36%.

It exudes an indescribable and strange blue luster, as if a drop of the deceased's tear is lying quietly in the bottle.

Ryan stared at the only successful potion, filled with anticipation and anxiety. He carefully put the potion into his mouth, and instantly a cold and biting feeling spread from his throat to his whole body.

A faint salty and corpse smell filled the entire nasal cavity.

Within minutes, hallucinations began to invade Ryan's consciousness. He felt as if his stomach was on fire, as if something was slowly melting in his gastric juices, corroding his internal organs.

He lowered his head, as if he could feel the body of some deceased being dissolved in his body, and painful and gloomy scenes surged into his mind like a tide.

His mind began to blur, hallucinations appeared alternately, and twisted corpses seemed to surround him. A corpse slowly floated up from the ground, and the rotten flesh on its body was torn apart bit by bit, making a disgusting wet sound.

The eyes of the corpse were empty, the skin was bluish-gray, and the broken body exuded a foul smell. Every movement of it was full of weird and morbid power.

"What's going on..."

Ryan's voice trembled, and his eyes were full of astonishment and fear. He tried to tell himself that this was just an illusion of the potion, but all this was so real that it was outrageous.

Suddenly, the resurrected corpse let out a low roar and pounced on Ryan. Its hands stretched out to Ryan like claws, and its bloody nails flashed a cold light. It was so fast that it seemed to have crossed the distance of space in an instant and was close at hand.

Ryan's pupils suddenly contracted, and he subconsciously took a step back, but his body was weak due to the side effects of the potion he had just taken. He could not move, and could only watch the rotting dead approach him.

"It wasn't me! I didn't do anything!"

Ryan exclaimed, his voice full of panic and excuses. He raised his hands to try to defend himself, but the weakness of his limbs made him unable to lift any staff or cast spells.

Reason told him that this was just an illusion brought by the potion, but at this moment, fear completely dominated his nerves.

The illusion was broken by a punch, and the real world was broken and reappeared.

"This... is too strong..."

Ryan breathed hard, cold sweat on his forehead, although his reason told him that this was a side effect of the potion, but the fear in his body was extremely real.

His limbs gradually became weak, as if the strength was draining away from him bit by bit, his physical fitness was obviously declining, and even raising his hands became heavy.

The effect of the potion gradually faded, and Ryan leaned against the laboratory table, took a deep breath, and adjusted his disordered breathing. Although he successfully refined the potion, this experience made him deeply feel the terrible power of the corpse tear potion.

It does have an extremely powerful effect, and the improvement of mental power far exceeded Ryan's expectations, but it is accompanied by unbearable hallucinations and physical costs.

"This potion..."

Ryan whispered to himself, with a complicated look in his eyes, "Sure enough, it is still extremely dangerous. I have to use it more carefully in the future."