I Am Doing Daily Tasks in the Wizarding World

Chapter 48



Chapter 48

Chapter 48

“Start by adding 200g of placenta water, then introduce 40g of ground and dried Blue Kingflower pollen, 26g of golden chicken powder, and finally, drop in 4 eyeballs of the rotting rats, topped with 50g of ashes from a plague victim.”

In the dim dungeon, Roger meticulously adjusted the potion in his hands. In his deep, cavernous eye sockets, a faint burning soul flame flickered.

The blue and yellow powders poured into the vial of reagent filled with murky transparent liquid, gradually turning into a gruesome green hue.

When the rat eyeballs fell into the potion vial, there were no splashes as if this gruesome green potion had some kind of absorbent quality, slowly engulfing the eyeballs.

Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle—

Strong bubbles emerged from the surface of the rat eyeballs, and the entire vial of reagent boiled.

White and yellow ashes were slowly poured in.

The still-boiling reagent gradually solidified, turning into a jelly-like, viscous paste.

Roger placed this vial of reagent on the adjacent rack—a neat row of ten or so vials of reagent lined the shelf. From left to right, the color of the reagents deepened, solidifying.

Roger took out the rightmost vial of reagent, giving it a gentle shake.

After confirming the quality, he took a white piece of paper, pouring the contents of the reagent onto it.

What spilled out was a tea-green stick-like substance, resembling green bean cake.

Roger leaned in to smell, and a green phosphorescence emanated from the tip of his nose.

Supporting himself with his hands on the table, he tilted his body backward. “Not bad, this rotten rat plague powder is getting more authentic.”

Giggle, giggle. A skeleton mouth emitted an eerie sound.

Thud thud thud, thud—

The abomination was indeed a formidable undead creature, composed of numerous dismembered and shattered corpses. It possessed self-growth capabilities, allowing it to consume body parts to enhance its size or physical strength. Furthermore, this race could awaken various undead spells.

On the other hand, stitched monsters, despite having a more “petite” physique, lack mastery over spells. Their only means of intimidation lies in their strength surpassing that of ordinary humans and their frightening appearance.

The intriguing characteristics of abominations have attracted many wizards to research them, leading to the development of advanced abomination species. In the field of mutation studies, there was considerable information on artificially created stitched monsters like abominations.

The knowledge of level one mutation studies was vast and far from being merely basic. As Lynn’s understanding of mutation studies deepens, so did his knowledge of magical plants, monsters, and mutated creatures within the wizarding world. Mutation studies focus on the mutations of these plants and animals.

The mirrored image of “Benji” walked toward the dungeon.

The stitched monster swayed behind, its body trembling, and its swinging arms occasionally overlapped with the reflection of Benji. Fortunately, the dungeon was relatively dim, and the stitched monster had low intelligence.

Lynn trailed behind, infiltrating the dungeon. The air was thick with a foul stench, and the dimly lit dungeon only had a few whale oil lamps burning on support pillars.

The floor was uneven, with puddles of water in several places. Lynn carefully avoided these water-filled pits as he stealthily moved forward.

The odor in the air, resembling that of countless dead rats, was almost overpowering. Lynn wondered how that creature could endure staying in such an environment, even after turning into an undead. Although he understood that the sensory perception of undead beings changes after transformation, this level of alteration seemed somewhat exaggerated to him.

Cautiously approaching a column, Lynn estimated the distance between the two.

About forty to fifty meters apart, ruling out the Acid Missile, as its attack range was limited to around thirty meters. The Sleeping Curse wouldn’t be that effective against undead creatures, and the Whip of Thorns, with its short range of ten meters, was also out of the question.

Perhaps a Minor Fireball spell would suffice.

To avoid alerting the enemy, Lynn didn’t use mental energy to lock onto Roger. He relied solely on physical senses.

As the fireball condensed and shot out, the entire process took only a second.

From a distance, Roger had just noticed that Benji was acting strangely when a large, spherical fireball from the shadows flew toward him!

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