Crossing:Believers of the Evil One

A few hours later, Victor finally gave up on the idea of draining his mana as he saw that he still had nine-tenths of his blue bar left.

Now he really believed that Vega was a god.

Vega nodded in satisfaction as well, perhaps Victor's flurry of maneuvers had satisfied its curiosity.

''Interesting, shouldn't I let you come back for a few more hours so that I can ponder over the mysteries of your spell release again.''

Victor expressed a silent protest to Vega by frowning.

Seeing Victor's look, it gave in.

"That's enough, what's next for you? Are you going to stay here in the backyard for the rest of the day?"

Its deep eyes stared at Victor, as if it wasn't oblivious to some other secret from him.

"Going to the bazaar to buy something."

Victor tossed in nonchalantly, the raven still clinging to his shoulder unwilling to fly away.

'I'll continue to follow you and see what you'll buy.'

After listening to Vega, Victor agreed by default, calling the servants to prepare the carriage.

....

Victor walked into the store, looking at the wide array of various materials, he walked straight towards a counter.

"Welcome, what would you like to buy?"

Seeing someone buying something, the store owner naturally rushed out to welcome the customer.

Victor knocked on the table and softly said, "Lizard Dragonman Tail, Hobbit Feather, Beetle Shell ..... All thirty of these materials, all come in one bag."

"Good! This guest is really atmospheric."

The shopkeeper responded while counting all the materials that Victor had ordered.

"There are a total of thirty bags of various materials here, should I ask someone to deliver them to your home?"

Victor waved his hand and rubbed the ring on his hand, instantly all those materials disappeared.

When the shopkeeper saw this, the smile on his face became even more exaggerated.

"Haha, the guest is truly harboring a treasure."

"Be sure to come back next time!"

When Victor left, the shopkeeper approached and asked the shopkeeper, "Boss, what's this person's origin?"

The shopkeeper knocked him and said sternly, "Don't ask, all with such a high-grade storage ring, his identity must not be simple!"

Only Victor knew that he didn't have any storage ring, the ring on his hand was a complete decoration, he directly put it into a player-specific backpack, even Vega didn't see through his behavior.

Vega spread his wings and his words were laced with a raven characteristic hoarse voice cawing in Victor's ear.

Victor just listened quietly as he stared intently at the various props that could be crafted that flashed before his eyes.

The reason for purchasing a large amount of materials was to create the props needed in the early stages of the game.

The original setting of the game, every player, of any profession had an extremely rich and specialized synthesis book, and Victor, as a player, was naturally able to pull up these images at will.

Satisfied with all the materials, Victor returned to his residence, burrowed into the mansion's basement, and rummaged through a bunch of glass bottles from some corners.

''What do you want?''

Vega, who was on his shoulder, trembled slightly, his intuition telling him that Victor was about to do something again.

The intuition of a god was very accurate, only to see Victor's hands gradually rubbing the various materials together, his palms also continuously releasing light, and the splintering sound gradually amplified.

''What are you doing? Quickly stop!''

Vega felt that he was simply going crazy, what was he going to do in the basement? Making gunpowder?

Not a word of its words did Viktor listen to, instead he got even more worked up.

After a burst of intense light, the empty bottles on the table were filled with red liquid. Vega couldn't help but complain a few times as he looked at so many healing potions in front of him:

''You're really different from the norm, how making healing potions is as dangerous as trying to make a bomb.''

Victor let out a light laugh and stared at the pile of red potion introductions in front of him and nodded.

[Recovery Potion (Small)]: capable of restoring 300 life points at a time.

As expected, the figurative numerical embodiment of the props was the best way to be able to make Victor feel at ease.

Vega looked at the pile of healing potions on the table, a blue shimmering light flickering in his one eye.

The red potion was slightly darkened, and the thicker the degree of redness, the stronger the healing effect.

Vega jumped away from his shoulder and flew towards the table, uncorking a bottle and pouring it into its mouth.

It felt a trance and looked at Victor again:

'Did you really make this potion yourself?'

Victor admitted, but Vega was in deep thought.

''What's going on with this kid? The strength and effect of the healing potion is completely comparable to the low-level healing magic of the Goddess of Healing. Could it be that there's some kind of divine power hidden in this kid?''

On second thought, it wasn't a bad thing for this kid Victor to have this kind of ability, anyway, he and he had already signed a contract, so high and low were considered to have a relatively powerful prop master.

Vega suddenly asked to him, ''Should we consider selling some out, this kind of quality can definitely make a big profit.''

Victor shook his head and refused, these things were to be reserved for his own use, he wasn't short of money yet, there was no need for this at the moment.

His hands instantly released a dazzling blue light, making a bunch of magic potions as he did.

Every time he saw Victor, who had crafted a prop, Vega's heart always felt a small shock.

Making a prop with his bare hands was something that even a master-level prop master could not do.

Could it be that what he had awakened was actually a one-in-a-million creation system spell?

It was only attracted by this human's soul, but right now, he was becoming more and more unable to understand Victor.

As a mage, magic potions were definitely more important than healing potions.

Granted, Vega had a plugin for almost unlimited magic, but it wasn't like the help didn't claim anything, and Victor didn't know exactly what the cost was.

It was better to have a little magic potion on hand, it was better to rely on others than yourself.

After a while, a voice rang out:

['Manufacturing' skill upgraded, current level: LV2]

With the level breakthrough, Victor stopped rubbing the potion in his hand and saw something new appear on his prop crafting bar.

He looked up at Vega on the table without saying a word.

The raven was a little flustered by his look until Victor spoke:

"You should be considered a raven."

Vega: "What?"

What's the problem? Wait! ...

Victor gathers a pitch-black feather from its body as expected.

[Magical Creature Hair and Six Magic Guide Stones]

"It needs magic guide stones ah."

He also remembered more clearly that the magic guide stone was a relatively rare prop with the ability to videotape as well as store some words, and it could even be used to store magic.

But the magic power in the magic guide stone will gradually drain away, some people have tried to put magic into the magic guide stone to use as a bomb, the result was a failure.

Magic guide stones were extremely expensive to make, so if you had that kind of wealth, you might as well go ahead and actually make a few bombs.

Having accumulated enough materials, he was ready to start synthesizing the props.

The materials immediately turned into a silky liquid and mixed together, and began to solidify at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the prototype of a glove was revealed, with a few transparent magic guide stones embedded in it.

A one-handed, fingerless glove appeared in front of Victor.

Raven shuddered again, "You kid can still just synthesize equipment?"

Victor didn't want to care about him and just stared at the glove in front of him.

It was inlaid with several transparent magic guide stones, transparent and flawless.

[Mage's Hand]: a level two crafting item that can store six different attributes of magic, able to be quickly energized and released without any pre-shaking.

This prop, able to cope with some emergency situations, was a must-have equipment for mage Jedi players in the early stages.

He used his magic power and slowly injected magic of various attributes into the magic guide stone on the glove.

With each injection, the transparent magic guide stone changed color.

As Victor continued to inject various magic, the magic guide stones all possessed different colors, and he finally stopped.

Vega, who was watching this scene, was no longer fussed and said to him, "Being able to store magic of various attributes? And doesn't require chanting? Do you want to explain how such a good thing is made."

Its one eye flickered with mad blue flames and Victor just shook his head as he looked at the thirsty thing.

"Secret."

"How petty."

Vega spat out, not realizing that he was an Evil God, but he had to ask a human about his knowledge, and if he spread it out to his fellow members, he would be laughed to death.

And Victor ignored him purely because his secret as a player could not be exposed.

Once his skill of being able to make props with his bare hands was spread out, it might attract the probing of some scheming people, and then things would be troublesome.

Even if it was for his own sake, he still had to think about it.

"Lord, Miss Gwen is here."