Jackson shook his head to get rid of all these useless thoughts. Why was he expecting something like this to happen? He had already used up all his luck by obtaining something as broken as the Golden Brush.
As he focused on the pills, a line of text appeared in his vision:
[Failed Superior Rank One Spiritual Force Recovery Pills]
[Description — Because of the alchemist’s fluctuating mental state, the fusion resulted in the pills’ distortion.]
[Effect — Consuming these pills would reduce your spiritual force recovery rate by one hundred percent.]
Jackson’s eyes lit up after reading through the status window. To think these were Rank One superior-grade pills. Although he was no alchemist, he knew only a peak Rank One alchemist could refine such superior-quality pills. Whoever this Master Dawn was, he was a man of considerable skill.
The next moment, he took a deep breath to prepare himself for the moment of truth.
Summoning the Golden Brush, he gently hovered it above the status window, slowly replacing the word reduce with increase. He wanted to use the Golden Brush to reverse the pill’s effect.
However, after trying, he immediately felt an intense headache, signaling that his spiritual force was not enough for the edit he wanted to perform.
Jackson, however, wasn’t discouraged.
Turning these useless pills into superior-grade pills with one stroke would be too much. He thought of another way to bring the edit to a reasonable level. First he reduced the hundred percent to ninety percent. However, nothing happened. Like this, he continued reducing the percentage until he reached the point where he didn’t feel any discomfort.
Fifty percent.
This effect was similar to Rank One mid-grade pills. Not bad, one would say.
Jackson’s eyes twitched as he could almost imagine himself rolling in money. Each of these items, equivalent to Rank One mid-grade pills, would be sold for roughly fifty mana stones.
With that in mind, Jackson did the mental calculation and realized he had just turned an investment of fifty mana stones into a pure profit of nine hundred mana stones.
"Hehehe... I am going to be so rich with this..."
Jackson was almost on the verge of going mad with happiness. After another breath of time, his emotions calmed down. He waited for fifteen minutes for his spiritual force to completely recover and then edited all the remaining eight pills.
One hour later, nine pale green pills emitting a strong alchemic smell appeared on the table.
"Amazing...!"
Jackson could only exclaim with sincere admiration while looking at the new status window:
[Failed Superior Rank One Spiritual Force Recovery Pills]
[Description — Because of the alchemist’s fluctuating mental state, the fusion resulted in the pills’ distortion.]
[Effect — Consuming these pills would increase the spiritual force recovery rate by fifty percent.]
Jackson wasn’t worried about the name being the same. Unlike him, another awakened could not see the object’s status window.
Thinking for some time, he took three pills for himself and thought of listing the remaining six pills for sale.
Just when he tried to do so, a window asked him to choose a name that he would be using to communicate with other hunters.
Jackson was just thinking of his life choices when he noticed something else—the name didn’t have to be his real name.
Sweet. Let’s go with Bitter Rain.
Jackson thought of a random name and decided to go with it.
With that, he could finally list the item for sale. After deciding the price and any notes that he wanted to give, the six pills were listed for sale.
He didn’t have to worry about marketing as such. The virtual world would take care of it. Moreover, the demand for such products often exceeded the supply.
After doing all that, Jackson put the matter of the pills to the back of his mind and turned to the Arena.
It was time to test this combat arena.
Once he clicked on the Arena tab, Jackson was immediately welcomed by a cold robotic voice.
"Iron Rank Hunter Bitter Rain, welcome to the Hunter Association Arena."
"As this is your first time entering the arena, we will explain the rules to you."
Feeling slightly surprised, Jackson listened to the rules attentively. Most of it was what he was expecting, but a few things still surprised him.
Like there was a ranking of all the hunters present here.
And supposedly defeating these ranked individuals gave him battle points that could be used to exchange items from the Hunter Association’s true vault.
"Is this for real?"
Jackson couldn’t help but question it. This Hunter Association was being generous for no reason.
[You have been placed in the Iron Rank Hunters Pool.]
[Your current ranking — 12,573,345]
Jackson didn’t know what factors they had taken into consideration, but wasn’t this just too damn low?
Twelve million. There were that many people stronger than him?
After a brief moment of thought, he chose to play an unranked match. In the arena, one could choose from a ranked or unranked match. Playing in unranked matches didn’t affect ranking at all.
So Jackson wanted to test the waters first in an unranked match before trying the ranked one.
Just as he chose unranked match, the text in front of his vision changed:
[Finding a random opponent!]
[Generating scenery!]
[Setting the physical environment!]
[Please prepare yourself. The match will start in three... two... one...]
Jackson’s position suddenly shifted. Soon he found himself standing atop a large floating cloud high in the sky. The wind blasting at such an altitude almost threw him off his feet.
"Holy hell, why didn’t they let me choose the environment...?"
Environments in unranked matches were random, probably to train hunters to fight in any environment.
After a brief bit of time when he gained his footing, Jackson turned to look at his opponent—a female dressed in a black combat suit, with a three-foot sword in her hand. Her face was covered with a mask that made it difficult to distinguish her facial features, but he could feel the woman in front of him was without a doubt beautiful.
Just as his thought reached this point, Jackson shook his head.
He wasn’t here to admire beauty.
Above her head floated a small window displaying her stats:
[Veronica Green Soul]
[Rank — 9,998]
[Current Win Streak — 9]
Jackson had barely blinked when the opponent was already in front of him.
The sharp sword was just a few inches away from his neck.
Eh...?
For a moment, Jackson’s thoughts came to a complete standstill.
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