“Why Did You Piss Him Off? He’s the Evil God’s Lackey!”

Chapter 3: You’re Quite the Craftsman, Aren’t You?

Several hours later, Viktor, seeing that he still had nine-tenths of his mana left, finally gave up on the idea of exhausting his mana pool.

Now, he truly believed that Vega was a god.

 Vega nodded with satisfaction, perhaps Viktor's series of actions had satisfied its curiosity.

'Truly interesting. Perhaps I should let you continue for a few more hours, so I can further ponder the mysteries of your spell casting.'

 Viktor silently protested to Vega.

Seeing Viktor's expressionless face, it relented.

 'Let's stop here. What do you plan to do next? Are you going to stay in this backyard all day?'

Its deep eyes stared at Viktor, seemingly trying to discern other secrets from him.

"I'm going to the market to buy some things."

Viktor tossed out the words nonchalantly, but the crow still refused to fly off his shoulder.

'I'll continue to follow you, to see what you're going to buy.'

Hearing Vega's words, Viktor sighed and called for a servant to prepare a carriage.

[...]

Viktor entered the shop, looking at the dazzling array of materials. He walked straight to a counter.

"What would you like to buy? 

The shopkeeper, seeing a potential customer, hurried out to greet him.

Viktor tapped the table and said softly, "Lizard dragon tail, Harpy feather, beetle shell... I want a bag of each of these thirty materials."

"Certainly! This customer is truly generous."

The shopkeeper responded while counting out all the materials Viktor had ordered.

"There are a full thirty bags of various materials here. Would you like someone to deliver them to your home?"

Viktor waved his hand, rubbed the ring on his finger, and suddenly all the materials disappeared.

 Seeing this, the shopkeeper's smile grew even more exaggerated.

"Haha, the customer truly possesses a treasure."

 "Please come again next time!"

 After Viktor left, an employee approached the shopkeeper and asked, "Boss, who was that person?"

 The shopkeeper smacked him and said sternly, "Don't ask. Anyone carrying such a high-level storage ring must be someone extraordinary!"

Only Viktor knew that he didn't have any storage ring. The ring on his hand was purely decorative. He had directly put everything into the player-exclusive inventory, a move that even Vega couldn't understand.

Vega spread its wings, its voice mixed with the characteristic hoarse tone of a crow, cawing in Viktor's ear.

Viktor just listened quietly, his full attention focused on the various items that could be crafted flashing before his eyes. 

The reason for buying such a large amount of materials was to craft the items needed in the early stages of the game.

 In the original game setting, every player, regardless of their profession, had an extremely rich and specialized crafting book. Viktor, as a player, could naturally bring up these screens at will.

Viktor returned to his residence with all the materials, satisfied. He went into the basement of the mansion and dug out a pile of glass bottles from some corners.

'What are you planning to do?'

Vega, perched on his shoulder, felt uneasy. Its instincts told it that Viktor was about to do something again.

The god's instincts were very accurate. It then saw Viktor gradually kneading various materials together with his hands, his palms continuously releasing light, with crackling sounds gradually growing louder.

'What are you doing? Stop it!'

 Vega felt like it was going crazy. What was he doing in the basement? Making gunpowder?

Viktor didn't listen to a word it said, but instead became even more enthusiastic.

After a flash of bright light, the empty bottles on the table were filled with red liquid. Vega, looking at so many healing potions before its eyes, couldn't help but complain:

'You really are unlike ordinary people. How can making healing potions be as dangerous as making bombs?'

Viktor chuckled softly, looking at the pile of red potions in front of him and nodding at their description.

 [Minor Healing Potion]: Restores 300 health points in one use.

Indeed, the materialization of item stats in numerical form was the best way to make Victor feel secure.

Vega looked at the pile of healing potions on the table, its single eye flickering with a blue light.

 The red potions were a slightly dark hue, the deeper the red, the stronger the healing effect.

Vega jumped off his shoulder, flew to the table, uncorked a bottle and poured it into its mouth.

It felt a moment of dizziness, smacked its beak, and looked back at Viktor:

 'Did you really make this potion yourself?'

Viktor admitted it, but Vega fell into deep thought.

 'What's the deal with this guy? The potency and effect of these healing potions are completely comparable to the low-level healing magic of the Goddess of Healing. Could this guy be hiding some divine power?'

On second thought, it wasn't a bad thing that Viktor had such abilities. After all, they had already signed a contract, and at the very least, it meant having a relatively powerful craftsman.

Vega suddenly asked him: 'Have you considered selling some? This quality would definitely make a fortune.'

Viktor shook his head and refused. These things were all for his own use. He wasn't short of money at the moment, so there was no need.

 His hands instantly released a dazzling blue light, and he produced a pile of mana potions in the same manner.

 Every time Vega saw Viktor create an item, it felt a little shock in its heart.

 Creating items with bare hands was something that even master-level craftsmen couldn't do.

 Could it be that what he had awakened was actually the one-in-a-million creation-type magic?

It had only been attracted by this human's soul, but now, it was finding Viktor increasingly incomprehensible. 

As a mage, mana potions were certainly more important than healing potions.

Although Vega had an unlimited mana cheat, helping out wasn't without its costs, and Viktor didn't know exactly what the price would be.

It was better to have some mana potions on hand. It's better to rely on oneself than on others.

After a while, a voice sounded:

['Crafting' skill has leveled up, current level: lv2]

 With the breakthrough in level, Viktor stopped hand-crafting potions and saw some new things appear on his item crafting panel.

He looked up at Vega on the table, saying nothing.

The crow felt a bit uneasy under his gaze, until Viktor spoke:

"You should count as a crow, right?"

Vega: "Huh?"

 Viktor successfully plucked a jet-black feather from it, as he had hoped.

[Magical Creature Hair and Six Magic Stones]

 "Need magic stones, huh."

He remembered quite clearly that magic stones were a relatively rare item, capable of recording video and storing some words, and even storing magic.

However, the magic within the stones would gradually dissipate. Someone had tried to use magic stored in magic stones as bombs, but it failed.

Magic stones were extremely expensive to produce. If one had that kind of wealth, it would be better to make a few real bombs.

Having accumulated enough materials, he prepared to start synthesizing items.

The materials instantly turned into threads of liquid, mixing together, and began to solidify at a visible speed. The embryonic form of a glove appeared, with several transparent magic stones embedded in it.

 A single fingerless glove appeared in front of Viktor.

The crow shuddered again: "Kid, you can even synthesize equipment with your bare hands?"

 Viktor didn't want to respond to it, he just stared at the glove in front of him.

It was inlaid with several transparent magic stones, clear and flawless.

 [Mage's Hand]: Level 2 crafted item, can store six different types of magic, capable of quick activation and release without preparation time.

This item could deal with some emergency situations and was essential equipment for mage players in the early stages.

He used his mana to slowly infuse various types of magic into the magic stones on the glove.

 With each infusion, the transparent magic stones changed color.

As Viktor continued to infuse various types of magic, the magic stones all took on different colors, and he finally stopped. 

Vega, watching this scene, was no longer surprised and said to him: "Able to store various types of magic? And no need for incantations? Why don't you tell me how you made such a good thing?"

Its single eye flickered with crazy blue flames, but Viktor just shook his head at its eager look.

 "It's a secret."

"How stingy."

Vega complained, not expecting that it, a mighty evil god, would have to inquire about knowledge from a human. If this got out and its colleagues found out, wouldn't it be laughed to death? 

Viktor ignored it simply because his secret as a player couldn't be exposed.

If his ability to create items with bare hands were to spread, it might attract the investigation of some ill-intentioned people, and then things would get troublesome.

Even if it was for his own sake, he had to consider it carefully.

"Lord, Lady Gwen has arrived."