Again I was out in the night at dusk, making my way through the forest. This time I sprinted through the forest, testing my new gained agility.
It was the most joyous experience of my two lifetimes! I almost wanted to shout up to the heavens in glee as I galloped through the forest.
With my new agility, I could run so fast, and with my vitality, I could remain running for so long. It was like I had become an Olympic long distance runner overnight. The rush from my blood pumping as I ran through the forest was impossible to match.
I had a runner's high from this amazing experience. The endorphins flooding my brain were giving me a feeling of pure ecstasy as I continued on my night time jog through the forest. After about 10 minutes of carefree jogging, I came back to my senses. This was still a dangerous forest, I could not freely go where I wished. If I strode too far from the caravan I would surely be lost.
I contained my joy and began a slow trot through the forest looking for valuable herbs to pick up. Right now the most important herbs for me to gather were ones I could use in potion-making. The ill-gotten gains I had received from the elven geezer could sustain me for a few days. Right now it was best I focused my efforts on a long term solution to generating gold.
With the dragon system, I knew I would be walking around with a giant a hole in my pocket for the foreseeable future. Potion-making was the only thing Daquan knew how to do, so it would be a start. Being a potion master could generate a lot of gold. The only caveat was that learning it also burned gold.
Thankfully Daquan had done most of the heavy lifting on becoming an entry-level potion master for me. He had spent much time practicing the art and I had all his insights and experiences. With a little bit of luck, I could become an entry-level potion master and learn to make a profitable concoction.
The concoction I wanted to learn was Potion of Minor Healing, but that was a bit out of my reach. Although it was an entry-potion it was still within the mid to high range of difficulty for the profession. I would have to set my sights a little bit lower.
The potion I had chosen to pursue was Potion of Minor Endurance. It was one of the simplest potions to learn, and it was a great seller. It was this magical world's answer to coffee. A better analogy would be coke and I don't mean the cola kind. Taking a Potion of Minor Endurance could enable someone to work for hours without rest.
Instead of coffee, in this world, people would drink a Potion of Minor Endurance in the morning. Brewing a batch of it could create 50-100 servings that could sell at 1 gold apiece. This was a great profit margin as the beans to brew it could be bought for around 50 gold. Depending on how well your potion mastery was your profit margin could reach up to 100%.
I had bold dreams brewing this potion. I wanted to be a tycoon. I had an affluent customer base, with these wealthy young nobles heading to study at magic school. All of them had to need a Potion of Minor Endurance every day to keep up with their studies right? If I could capitalize on the market for this product my money woes would soon disappear.
Experienced potion masters wouldn't be my competitors as they could brew much more profitable concoctions in the time spent to make this common drink. The thing this world lacked was branding, something entwined in American society. I would brand my Potion of Minor Endurance, however, I could to corner the market.
With branding, you could take any product and make it sell for many times its worth. Just look at Starbucks, they sold the same crappy coffee anyone could make at home but at many times the price in their stores.
I would start a Starbucks!
I would hope to fill the void left in this magical world of good old capitalism. With my twenty-first century economic insights, I could sate the greed of my dragon system.
I stopped my daydreaming of being a tycoon in a magic world as I came upon a magical beast.
[Polar Mongoose: Rank 1 Magical Beast]
[Str: 1.5 Agi: 1.2 Vit: 1.6]
[Danger Level: Medium]
I was wide-eyed when I looked at its stats. Apparently, there was a wide range of stats that could still be considered a Rank 1 Magical Beast. How freaking strong was a Rank 2 Magical Beast? This guy was way stronger than the Hercules Badger I killed yesterday!
I had absentmindedly walked into its territory and quickly decided I should fight it. If I encountered troubles during the battle I would use my snake movement technique to quickly escape. I circled the Polar Mongoose as I brought out my hunting knife.
The Polar Mongoose bared it's razor-sharp teeth when it saw me circling it. Did it think I was its dinner? I know I practice snake skills little white mongoose, but I am a man! Well, my balls haven't dropped yet, but you'll understand soon little mongoose.
I got my breathing closer to that of a snake as I prepared to make my first strike. This would be the first time I used my Snake Bite in combat, and it was versus a Mongoose. Was this a type of poetic justice?
I clenched my abdominal muscles as I reared my knife arm back coming close to the Polar Mongoose.
"Snake Bite"
I felt a surge of strength rocket through my arm as I stabbed my hunting dagger towards the Moongoose.
It was time for him to die!