I have a Synthesizer

Three months later, it was already late autumn.

"Klein, do you still have the Vitality Potion and Shadow Resistance Potion you brewed?"

A very sweet-looking girl patted Klein on the shoulder and asked shyly.

Klein, who was eating, looked up slightly, his spring-like smile and white teeth making the girl even more shy.

In the span of three months, Klein had used a reasonable diet and martial arts training to shed his former skinny appearance.

Persistent physical exercise and sufficient nutrition had allowed his originally tall and thin figure to show some muscle definition.

The special arcane energy had begun to nourish Klein's body, making his originally just decent face exceptionally handsome.

Now, Klein went to the cafeteria to eat every day, practiced martial arts in the training ground, and studied theoretical knowledge in the library.

He spent his evenings synthesizing materials, researching potionology and enchanting, and preparing and researching for his breakthrough to the second tier.

That's right, Klein still hadn't broken through to the second tier. Although his magic power had reached more than 60, which was the level of a peak third-tier mage, his tier hadn't changed.

He didn't know why. His magic power could still grow continuously, but he didn't feel any so-called bottlenecks, thresholds, or breakthroughs.

Klein knew that he might be missing some knowledge that needed to be filled. The existence of the Burning Heart made him different from ordinary mages, and their breakthrough methods might also be very different.

......

A life of extreme routine, excellent potion-making skills, and a handsome appearance naturally filled the female students with attraction.

In particular, Klein was still a "weak" arcane mage, which made many combat-type female students feel a strong desire to protect him.

"I'm sorry, I don't have any left. I haven't been brewing these potions recently."

Klein put down the spoon in his hand, tilted his head slightly, and said with a smile.

Although he was smiling, there was already a hint of rejection in his tone, it just wasn't that obvious.

"Then can you brew some for me?"

Clearly, the girl was unwilling to leave like this and asked again.

"Well, I'm afraid I don't have time recently, I'm sorry," Klein said again.

"Okay!" The girl left with her head down, not forgetting to look back at Klein a few times as she left.

......

"Hey, that's really heartless. If such a beautiful girl showed me kindness, I would definitely develop something with her."

The person speaking was Eric, the medical assistant in the academy who was sitting across from Klein.

Although Klein hadn't brought him new customers, he had still established a relationship with him.

Because of the synthesizer, he had brewed too many potions, and he needed to handle them specially every time.

Rather than selling them himself again and again, it was better to hand them over to someone specifically.

So, because he was too lazy, or perhaps to save time, Klein found Eric.

Eric's overall price for collecting potions was slightly higher than Klein's direct price to the academy.

Moreover, he came to pick up the potions in person, which saved Klein a lot of time, and that was what Klein was most satisfied with.

Eric's medical skills were very good, and the private jobs he took often used a large number of potions, and he also got to know many combat-type academy students.

These combat-type academy students consumed a lot of potions during their missions.

Handing things over to Eric allowed the other party to handle a large number of synthesized potions for him, and also allowed him to avoid contacting too many people.

At least for Klein himself, it was a win-win situation.

Such transactions proceeded steadily, and back and forth, the relationship between the two began to become familiar.

......

Seeing that Klein didn't speak, Eric, the chatterbox, continued.

"I often see you spacing out, Klein, can you not always show that melancholy look on your face?

You're so young, what big things could you have? What exactly are you thinking in your heart?"

Eric took a sip of wine and ate the grilled sausage in his hand.

Although the academy didn't prohibit alcohol, alcohol had too much of a negative impact on magic cultivation.

So almost no mages would drink alcohol, and Klein was no exception.

But the first time Klein saw Eric, the doctor, drinking, Klein was quite surprised.

Because Klein felt that there were magic power fluctuations on Eric's body.

Stirring the thick soup with a spoon, trying to cool the soup faster, Klein looked at the spoon somewhat woodenly.

"I'm just thinking, why does this world already have so much sadness and suffering?

The newspapers and magic broadcasts report on it every day. But why are there still so many people who can't feel it?

They live so easily, as if the world is really at peace."

These emotions expressed by Klein were not a joke.

He had experienced terrorist attacks, suffered surprise attacks from necromancers, assassinations by the Skull Society, and witnessed the cruel sacrifices of the Fireblade Cult, and DeFord, whose mind had been completely distorted.

These all represented the ruthlessness and cruelty of this world. Most of the time, he really couldn't be happy.

"These profound questions should be left to the superiors of this country to think about.

I just want to make more money, then find ten blonde girls, and then... hehehe!"

Looking at Eric's pig-like appearance, Klein shook his head helplessly.

"What are you shaking your head for? I don't believe you won't get married in the future.

If you live like a ascetic like you, what's the fun in life?

Hey, Klein, looking at you, you often reject girls, right? What kind of woman can move your heart?"

Klein's eyes moved, as if recalling something.

"Damn! There really is one?"

Eric learned the word "damn" from Klein, and he learned it very quickly.

"Didn't I tell you that only uncultured people use 'damn' all the time to express surprise?"

"How could that be?" Eric didn't believe it.

Klein pointed to a black-haired girl not far away.

She had a very rare oriental face, or rather, it wasn't rare anymore, and it was also the first time Klein had seen her.

He turned his head and said to Eric.

"Do you see that girl?"

"Damn, a beauty! Uh!" Eric covered his mouth, and at this moment, his cultural level was completely exposed.

"You see!"

Although he had exposed his level, Eric was still a little unconvinced.

"Hmph, then tell me, what should you say when you see a beauty?"

Eric naturally thought that Klein was a magic nerd and potion researcher all day long, so how could he know anything about describing girls.

However, the next moment, he was defeated.

"Graceful as a startled swan, gentle as a swimming dragon.

Bright eyes and white teeth, natural beauty.

Truly, a smile that could captivate a hundred hearts."

As soon as Klein spoke, he stunned Eric, who realized this guy was something else.

This nerdy guy, no, this perverted guy was hiding it so deeply!

It not only stunned him, but also made Eric a little regretful. He regretted why he thought a perverted guy wouldn't flirt with girls.

He not only knew how to flirt with girls, but he was also a technical expert, okay? Should he have asked him earlier?

Eric was a little embarrassed and awkward, but still a little curious in his heart.

"Uh, Klein, are those you said poems?

It feels, it feels pretty good, can you tell me some more?

Just like you said, I just want to improve my cultural literacy, definitely not to flirt with girls."