Wizard: I Have a Nightmare World

Lynn took the bottle of light blue [Mental Stimulant], which felt slightly cool to the touch and had a layer of mist on the bottle.

Through the translucent bottle, you could see the liquid inside was slowly rotating, emitting a faint light, as if it were alive.

"Thank you, teacher."

Lynn carefully put the potion into his pocket.

The Bloodvine Wizard waved his hand, a hint of weariness appearing on his face.

"Go."

"Remember, you can only drink a small sip at a time, don't be greedy."

"The faster the growth of mental strength, the better; a steady and solid approach is the right way."

"I will remember this." Lynn bowed and then turned to leave the study.

When Lynn left the White Raven Tower again through the folding door and returned to the incubation room, it was still early, and the midday sun shone through the window onto the worktable.

Lynn took out the [Mental Stimulant Potion] and placed it on the table. Then he took out his notebook and wrote down every word of what the Bloodvine Wizard had taught him that day.

Although the teacher said that it was more important to remember it in one's mind, Lynn was used to having two insurances.

"The essence of potions... energy radiation... affinity with wind elements..."

Lynn finished writing the last word in his notebook, put down his pen, and looked at the pale blue potion.

He had never been exposed to any psychostimulant drugs before. He dared not try such things in the real world, as they could directly affect mental strength.

However, he also has the Nightmare World, where he can experiment freely without affecting his physical body in the real world, no matter what the consequences are.

"Let's try it out in the nightmare world first, around midnight."

Lynn made up her mind, locked the bottle of medicine in the drawer of her workbench, and then began her meditation practice for the day.

He remained immersed in sketching runes until the light outside the window completely dimmed and the sky was filled with stars.

As midnight fell, that familiar pulling sensation returned.

Lynn opened his eyes. The ground beneath his feet was still grayish-white bone, and the surrounding mist was still boundless.

He reached out his hand, trying to recall the appearance of the pale blue potion in his mind.

A moment later, a bottle of the same [Mental Stimulant] that he kept locked in a drawer in reality appeared in his hand, even the distribution of the water vapor on the bottle was exactly the same.

"The Nightmare World can indeed be perfectly materialized with this potion."

Lynn's lips curled up, then he unscrewed the bottle cap and brought it to his nose to sniff.

It doesn't have a pungent smell, only a faint coolness, like a mixture of mint and some kind of mineral.

After opening the package, Lynn did not rush to take the medicine. Instead, she first clarified the target of her test in her mind.

First, we need to test how potent this potion is and to what extent it can accelerate the growth of mental strength.

Second, and most importantly, you need to test to determine the maximum safe dose that your body can tolerate.

The Bloodvine Wizard warned that excessive use would cause a surge in mental power, eventually leading to an uncontrolled mental overload and turning one into an idiot.

He must find that safe red line in the nightmare world before he can take it in reality.

"Alright, let's begin the experiment!"

Lynn sat cross-legged, picked up the medicine bottle, tilted his head back, and drank the first sip.

The pale blue liquid slid down my throat into my abdomen, initially without any sensation.

About ten seconds later, a cool stream of air suddenly rose from my lower abdomen, traveled up my spine, and rushed straight to the top of my head.

Wherever that current of energy passed, the entire space of consciousness became clear, and the mental energy that originally required effort to mobilize now seemed to be activated and boiling.

Lynn didn't waste the medicinal power and immediately began to outline the second stroke of the third rune, "Resonance Mark".

The lines that would normally require multiple attempts to barely sketch were successfully drawn on the first try with the help of this medicine!

"It works! And the effects are very significant!"

Lynn was overjoyed, but he didn't let his joy cloud his judgment and continued to use all the remaining medicinal power on the rune inscription.

As the cool sensation gradually subsided, he had successfully completed the second and third strokes.

Under normal circumstances, this would require at least three to four days of hard work.

Slowly opening his eyes, Lynn looked at the half-full bottle of potion still in his hand, and then sensed the nascent rune in his consciousness space, and made a judgment in his mind.

"The effect is very good, but the amount consumed the first time is still a bit small, which can only support less than 15 minutes of efficient meditation."

He then took a second sip, this time a slightly larger amount, about one-eighth of the bottle's capacity.

The medicine took effect quickly, and the cooling sensation was even stronger than the first time. The activity level of mental energy in the consciousness space also reached a new level.

Lynn held his breath and continued to finish outlining the remaining strokes of the rune.

With the experience from the previous time, he was more efficient this time, and in less than 15 minutes, he successfully sketched two more lines.

"Not fast enough!"

"The third rune has thirty-six strokes. At this rate, it will take at least seven or eight days to complete."

"It's too slow to aim for second-class apprenticeship in fifteen days."

Lynn steeled himself and raised the vial for the third time, this time drinking about a quarter of the contents.

The medicinal effects surged like a tidal wave, and the mental energy in the consciousness space instantly boiled to an unprecedented level of activity.

Lynn seized the opportunity and frantically sketched the lines of the runes, stroke after stroke, at a speed and precision far exceeding his normal state.

However, about fifteen minutes later, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his consciousness space.

The feeling was like fifty tiny silver needles simultaneously piercing deep into the brain, causing the entire consciousness space to tremble violently, and everything in front of you to begin to distort and deform.

He vaguely heard a sharp ringing in his mind, like some kind of alarm, or like the final lament before an impending collapse.

The next second, his consciousness was as if it had been suddenly grabbed by an invisible giant hand and then crushed.

Lynn's body in the nightmare world suddenly disintegrated.

Soon, a new body slowly took shape. Lynn suddenly opened his eyes and gasped for breath.

That feeling is still lingering in my mind.

"A quarter of a bottle is already excessive; it directly caused the consciousness space to collapse."

Lynn will be resurrected on the spot if he dies in the Nightmare World, and will also inherit his previous memories.

This meant that the intense stinging sensation from before still seemed to linger in his mind, and the feeling of being on the verge of collapse left him with lingering fear.

"Luckily, this is in a nightmare world. If this kind of reckless behavior were in the real world, I'm afraid..."

Lynn dared not think any further. After calming herself down, she continued the test.

This time he was more experienced, controlling the amount he used each time to between one-tenth and one-eighth of the total amount, and then gradually increasing the amount to find the critical value that would maximize the drug's effect without causing a mental breakdown.

The third time, one-seventh of the dosage was consumed, and the effect was good, lasting for about twenty minutes, with no side effects.

The fourth time, I drank one-sixth of the amount, and the effect was excellent, lasting for about twenty-five minutes. A slight tingling sensation appeared at the edges, which subsided after I stopped drinking it.

The fifth time, after drinking one-fifth of the amount, a strong stinging sensation reappeared, but this time he did not collapse immediately, but endured for about three minutes before dying.

Lynn wrote them down one by one:

The maximum safe dose is one-sixth of the total amount consumed in a single serving.

The maximum dose should not exceed one-fifth of the total dose, but it has severe side effects and should be avoided.

The optimal dose is between one-seventh and one-sixth of the total amount consumed in a single serving, which can sustain effective meditation for twenty to twenty-five minutes.

With this data, Lynn felt completely at ease.

He simulated the meditative state at the optimal dosage several times in the nightmare world, memorizing the frequency of mental energy flow and the feel of outlining runes in that state.

When the morning bell rang, Lynn woke up in bed feeling refreshed and without any signs of fatigue.

He walked to the worktable, unlocked the drawer, and took out the real "psychostimulant".

With the precise measurements from the Nightmare World, he didn't hesitate at all, directly pouring out about one-sixth of the liquid according to the optimal dosage, tilting his head back and swallowing it.

A familiar cool sensation rose from my lower abdomen, exactly the same feeling I had in the nightmare world.

Lynn closed his eyes, entered a meditative state, and began to sketch the third rune in the real world.

Slightly different from the experience in the nightmare, the mental energy in the real world is more solid, and the perception of runes is more realistic.

With the help of the medicine, he completed the third stroke in less than twenty minutes.

This speed is equivalent to what he made in the previous two days.

"At this pace, we can complete the third rune within twelve days, finish out the remaining two runes, and attempt to liquefy our spiritual energy. There is plenty of time."

Just then, there was a knock on the door of the incubation room, followed by a familiar voice.

"Little brother Lynn! Are you there?"

"I've come to congratulate you!"

Lynn recognized Harvey's voice, got up, went to the outer room, and opened the courtyard gate.

Harvey's fat face was all smiles. He was carrying two heavy packages. As soon as he entered, he began to look around Lynn's brand-new studio, marveling at it.

"Tsk tsk, it's only been a few days, and they've upgraded their equipment so much!"

"The students of Lord Bloodvine are truly exceptional!"

Harvey placed the two packages on the workbench, opened the first package, and inside were dozens of crystal bottles neatly stacked, filled with various colored potions, all of which were commercially available magic potions.

He opened the second package, which contained boxes of neatly sorted potion ingredients, ranging from dragon whisker grass to obsidian iron powder, all of superior quality and in ample quantity.

"Brother Lynn, this is a small token of my appreciation on behalf of the apothecary."

"The apothecary has decided to further enhance its autonomy. Starting today, you will adjust the profit-sharing ratio for all potions produced, changing it from 60/30 to 80/10."

"You take 80%, I take 10%, and the remaining 10% will still be used to cultivate relationships with other departments."

Harvey said with a smile, then took out a document from his pocket.

"In addition, the apothecary has officially registered your name. From today onwards, the title of 'Silver Pharmacist' is an exclusive title that is officially protected within the White Raven Tower. Anyone who uses it without authorization will be punished."

Harvey patted the two large bags of materials.

"Use these materials as much as you like, and come to me anytime if you need more."