Tales of The Mighty Dragonair

Arthur went to the front to check things there. He knew he did the rings in another way than before, as this time he didn't need to put inside the ore his own strength, as the ore already had higher strength than he could supplement. He went to the front, while holding one ring in his hand, observing it.

He made nine rings, connected together, and could be merged to be one ring, however he didn't plan to do that. He knew these rings were special, quite special, as they could relate to each other in a certain range.

That meant he could easily be connected to any part of his team, as long as they were inside the covering range of these rings. The ring when examined gave him a pleasant surprise, as the inside capacity welled up to be ten thousands meters in radius, ten kilometers of free space were there.

This was a great increase in his ring capacity, and according to his own calculations, the range of coverage was ten times maximum this size. This meant he could be connected to anyone carrying this ring as long as he or she was still within a radius of one hundred kilometers around him.

That seemed like a big area, but he knew it wasn't that big to cover the areas he would send his armies to. He sighed, helplessly, as this was the best he could do now. If he had an inner demon now, he might be able to help in the process of forging, but he knew he would never have such a thing, not now, not in the future.

"I have to find a way to use my own strength, that dragonair thing, whatever it was, it must be special, not just like other ways of using powers mages in this world know of," he muttered to himself as he reached the place where the newly joined mages were lying, sleeping, on the ground.

His eyes fell on the body of Lendy, though she was over thirty at least, she had the figure of being in her early twenties. He sighed, as he couldn't touch her, not this soon.

He moved towards the mansion, where he decided to try and use any means he knew so he could summon his own strength. It felt absurd for him, having a power he couldn't use, knowing nothing about, except for a way to make it grow.

He knew he could now go into that strange realm, but he would waste some time there. minutes would count to days in the real world, and he didn't want to risk this, especially when he intended to go out and look for that hidden academy.

The place outside the mansion was so calm, especially at this late hour of the night. Dawn was approaching, and so he knew he had a few hours before everyone woke up, and the place would return to its nuisance.

He entered the mansion, with some preliminary ideas in mind. The first thing he decided to try was to cultivate, who knew this might be a way to trigger his power.

After sitting on the ground for one hour, he couldn't sense anything new about his strength, nor could he sense the world outside him. He opened his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to calm his disturbed thoughts.

"So, cultivation didn't work, I should try to summon it in another way then," he muttered, encouraging himself, standing straight from the ground, while trying to think of any clue he could use.

The only clue was the way mages used their powers in this world. they summon a shade of the monster they conquered, so could he do the same?

He closed his eyes, took another deep breath, and then tried to summon this shade. The more he tried, the more tired he felt, which didn't make any sense so far for him, until he couldn't take it, opened his eyes, panting from exhaustion.

"Was my body this weak? Can't handle this strength?"

This thought was the only logical thought in mind, as this fatigue was an evidence he stirred up the strength inside him, but it also meant he couldn't even summon it.

The only two ways he knew about to increase his strength in this world, where to eat monster meat, and to absorb a monster's vital organ.

"No, there is a third way," he muttered, as he sat down, on his seat, thinking about this option. He knew he would succeed, as so far any technique he tried to imitate from his original world worked, all except cultivating.

"Potionology isn't that hard for me, but I need to make sure I use the best ingredients in making this power boosting potion," he muttered, trying to organize his thoughts, drawing a plan to work upon.

He revised the strongest ingredients he had so far, things that he could use in making this potion.

"I can grind the ore and use the powder in the making," he muttered as he took out one piece of ore, observing it for a moment, before putting it on a small, wooden side table.

"This two kinds of blood is the highest type I had in my ring," he muttered observing two large pots, made from the skulls of killed monsters, containing the blood of the scorpion and that flying monster.

Blood of five horned monsters was the highest blood in his possession. Putting the blood on the table, he took another pot, filled with the explosive oil.

He observed this oil, as this wasn't the normal python oil he used to use, but a small amount of oil made from four horned monsters with some fish scales that he and his team killed, cooked, and this was the result of cooking their meat.

The amount wasn't large enough to be applied in making the explosive rocks, but they were enough to make potions. He had only dozens of skulls filled with this explosive liquid, which he once tried inside his ring, and one drop caused more devastating than a whole liter of the old oil.

The last ingredient he had in his ring would be the heavenly treasure and the monster's carcass holding it. he didn't know what grade was this monster so far, but from the presence near the heavenly treasure for this long, and holding its own composition, he knew it wasn't an easy carcass.

"I could try and grind a part of this carcass, as for the treasure, I couldn't even touch it. I would try and make it touch the final liquid and see if it could affect it, or alter its composition," he muttered, thinking deeply about all this.

As for the heavenly garden, he had a huge variety of plants, seeds, roots, leaves, flowers, and even fruits to choose from. He also had the body of that ancient demon, its blood, its bone, its flesh, and its horns to use in the making as well.

He decided to go all out this time, using pits here and there. The only question he had in mind was how to balance all this together.

The secret in making a great potion would be to use great ingredients, but the highest secret in making potions would be balance. Potions weren't all about adding stuff one after another, it wasn't cooking monster meat after all.

There were many variables in the process, like the types of materials used, their amount, their order of putting together, the temperature they preferred to be concocted at, their state, should they be solid? Powder? Or liquid? Any previous preparations they needed, like being concocted alone, together with other materials, or needed some materials to boost their features before adding them to the materials.

He knew this wouldn't be an easy task, especially for a master of knowledge like him. the more he knew, the more he realized how hard it would be to concoct this potion. However he was determined to make it, as it would transform him no matter what.