Caleb turned to look at the pill inside the furnace. It was black like charcoal to the point that he started if he failed his concoction.
'Fuck me! Did I accidentally fry this shit?'
Speechless, he took the black pill in his hand and made it rest on his palm. He scrutinized it with doubt. "Ahmm... Did I fail? This looks nothing special."
Hearing this, David shook his head. How could someone fail even at the basic pill creation? As long as someone doesn't stray, his gaze at the stone. The success rate of a concoction of the most basic Tier 9 pill is 90%. As for Tier 8, it has a 70% success rate, followed by 50% for Tier 7 pills.
For every rank of the pill, the chances decrease by 20%. Of course, there are a lot of factors that determine the success of a concoction.
"Don't worry. There's nothing wrong with that pill. It looks ordinary because that's just a Tier 9 pill."
