Chapter 51 Minor Evolution Potion
Sandy Tornado: Upon activation, the sand field disappeared, transforming into several sandy tornadoes, with power inversely proportional to the number of sandy tornadoes.
An attack skill! William was surprised to stand straight.
The sudden apocalypse brought disaster, as well as a variety of countless mysterious abilities. Among these abilities, undoubtedly the most coveted was the attack skill.
Within the first five years of the apocalypse, the attack skills remained highly expensive. Although their prices had somewhat declined after five years, they were still one of the most expensive commodities.
This wasn't tough to figure out. After all, for humans to evolve, they needed to hunt and kill mutated creatures to obtain magic crystals and then obtain evolutionary potions from the roulette.
In such a scenario, the value of attack skills that could enhance hunting efficiency naturally remained high, especially when one did not have a primary profession, making attack skills even more precious.
Moreover, active skills in weapons and equipment were already scarce. If someone was fortunate enough to possess an active attack skill on their equipment, that piece of equipment was rightfully called a top-tier item.
Why were those epic or legendary items so good? Apart from their inherent strong attributes, most of them also came with some active attack skills, allowing the equipment to exhibit effects beyond their basic functions.
To have an active attack skill on a purple-grade weapon meant that the true value of the Moonlit Sandblade was almost reaching the level of an epic item.
William couldn't imagine how great he would be if he owned such a war blade. But when he saw the materials needed to craft it, he felt troubled.
The required materials amounted to as many as seven different kinds! Among these precious materials, two were hard to come by, three were extremely rare, one was exceedingly rare, and the remaining one William had never even heard of!
Moreover, crafting the Moonlit Sandblade required ten Sixth-Level Magic Crystals!
These crafting materials dealt William a heavy blow. And to top it off, the final sentence on the blueprint completely defeated him, which said, "Caution! Forging this equipment may fail, with a fifty percent failure rate."
It could fail?
Forging this equipment didn't require temperature control or smelting, yet there was still a chance of failure!
William did some mental calculations. Excluding the Lava Gold he had never heard of before, the other six materials he knew of, when combined, were worth at least a thousand Fifth-Level Magic Crystals before the rebirth of the previous apocalypse.
This wasn't a thousand First-Level Magic Crystals, but a thousand Fifth-Level Magic Crystals.
All the money he had earned in his past life didn't add up to that much. William felt like he was losing his cool.
Thinking about the number of promotion scrolls required for the future advancement paths of his current professions, Honorable Craftsman and Gardener, considering potential promotions in his future main profession, and then looking at this blueprint, William suddenly felt like he was a poor soul in the apocalypse!
Should he sell it? Ridiculous! William directly tore up the parchment and learned how to craft the Moonlit Sandblade.
Let the cost be high; anything that could be solved with money was not a problem! As a reincarnated individual, he had nothing to fear!
After obtaining the greatest reward in this line of work, William's gaze fell upon the three Ape-Turtle-Croc eggs. These items were also fascinating; consuming them could enhance one's physique. These eggs were known as Minor Evolutionary Potions. While William studied the blueprint, Pill, the dog, had already circled around these three eggs countless times.
With such a delicacy in front of him, William didn't hold back. He gathered some wood from the construction site and built a fire next to the canned truck. After lighting the wood, he placed a relatively weaker vitality egg on the fire to roast.
During the waiting process, William didn't idle. He processed the Ape-Turtle Croc's body, turning its shell, claws, teeth, tail, and scales into his spoils. Of course, the result of this action was that he once again depleted his remaining mental energy. But the benefit was that his proficiency in Gathering and Refining Skills increased to forty.
He cut strips of meat from the Ape-Turtle Croc and roasted them over the fire to get jerky, which was the best rations, not only satisfying hunger but also slightly increasing physique. It couldn't be wasted.
During this process, Pill naturally reaped the most benefits. It had an insatiable appetite and had devoured over ten pounds of meat.
An intense fragrance emanated from the egg. William knew the time was up. He used two wooden sticks to lift the egg off the fire and cracked the now crispy shell, revealing the tender jelly-like substance inside.
The man and his dog began to share this fragrant egg.
William could only eat half of it before feeling full. The rest went into Pill's belly. It could eat a lot.
Monstrous eggs could be called Minor Evolution Potion for a reason. William could already feel a warm energy rising in his body, a gentle power that was nothing like the intense effects of an evolution potion. He was more like soaking in warm water.
This energy almost instantly healed the injuries on William's right arm. Although the Ape-Turtle Croc had bitten through his shield and cleaver, the immense bite force had left his right arm swollen and almost immobile. Now, his arm was as good as new.
In addition to repairing physical wounds, even his depleted mental energy began to recover rapidly. In a short while, his mental energy had returned to full capacity.
As the effects of the potion gradually diminished, William clenched his fist and felt his physical qualities improve once again. If measured in numbers, his current physique was roughly seven times that of an average adult, meaning he had doubled his physical strength compared to when he had taken a One-Star Evolution Potion.
The Minor Evolution Potion truly lived up to its name.
Some strange sounds came from beside him. William turned to look and saw that after consuming a lot of Ape-Turtle Croc meat and this particular egg, Pill had finally completed its first evolution. At this moment, its fur had grown longer, its color deepened, and its size noticeably increased, now as high as William's chest.
The most significant change was on its forehead, where the skin slowly split apart, revealing a gray crystal. This stray dog that no one wanted, once despised, had finally successfully evolved.
Its dark eyes glanced around. Seeing its owner nearby, Pill immediately rushed over, looking very eager to please him. The imposing aura it had during evolution had disappeared completely.
"What is your innate skill? Show it to me." William pushed aside Pill's large head, asking it to demonstrate the innate skill that all mutated creatures possessed.
Pill barked once before using it.
And William, who was standing beside, was stunned.
