Weak Constitution? I Instead Created The Mage System

Chapter 2: A Strange New World

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The extraordinary power displayed in the memories of his predecessor made Roger’s blood boil. He couldn’t wait to find the breathing technique passed down by his ancestors and start cultivating.

After that, Roger searched through his memories. He found memories related to the breathing technique passed down by his ancestors and some basic information about his predecessor.

His predecessor had the same name as him. He was also Roger, from Cliff Town, Moro Province, the Os Empire, the Quinlan Continent.

His father and mother had died in Broken Cliff Mountain Range when he was 15 years old.

Ao was actually short for Auguste. He was an adventurer brought up by his father. He had the strength of a third-rank and had taken great care of him in the three years following his father’s death.

However, when he saw his predecessor’s breathing technique and the dangers he might encounter in the early stages of cultivation, he decided to take it slow.

In this world, if one wanted to cultivate the breathing technique, they had to wait until they were 18 years old before they could withstand the pressure brought by the cultivation of the breathing technique.

In addition, no matter which breathing technique one wanted to master, one would need to use a certain type of body refining liquid to help them get started.

Only by using body-tempering liquid as a supplement would the human body be able to withstand the immense channeling of energy supply and demand during the early stages of the breathing technique, as well as protect the various meridians and internal organs in the body.

While looking through his memories, Roger recalled the things that he needed to pay attention to when practicing the breathing technique, and his boiling blood was instantly extinguished.

For the past three years after his parents’ death, he had been receiving support from Augustus, bolstered by some of his parents’ inheritance.

Moreover, he had also scrimped and lived frugally for the past three years. He did not dare to spend money recklessly, but the money he had left was still very little. It was only enough to buy two bottles of body-tempering liquid. After that, it would be very difficult for the money he had left to last him even a month.

After taking out the money from the place where his predecessor had hidden it, Roger looked at the two gold coins and three silver coins in his hand and fell into deep thought.

He didn’t know if he should use his remaining money to buy some body-tempering liquid for cultivation, or use some knowledge from his previous life to earn some money in this world before cultivating.

Faced with the dilemma of being a transcendent and living, Roger could not make a choice.

Staring at the remaining money in his hands, Roger’s eyes gradually became firm after a moment of contemplation.

In this world where the strong were respected and an individual’s strength could rival a country, money meant very little.

If others learned that he was a weak, but resourceful man, he would be in trouble.

He would only end up as a gold-laying goose, discarded when he runs out of his use.

After making his decision, Roger immediately went outside to carry the meat of the armored-sword pufferfish back into the house. After locking the door, he headed toward the potion shop based on his memory.

The things he saw and heard along the way were very exotic to him.

He didn’t know if the creatures in this world were this unique, or he was just a frog in the well.

There were unicorns, single-horned wolves straddling three people, and the like.

There were also people with pets on the road, but some of the pets were very abnormal in Roger’s eyes.

There was a red-skinned toad that was as tall as a person jumping around with its master on its back. There was also a big bat with a wingspan of at least three meters, which was being led by its master like a kite.

Once it tried to change course, its master would throw a wind bullet at it, accurately hitting its head and stopping it from flying around.

Roger could barely accept the reality in front of his eyes. What came next was a cylindrical creature that was at least three meters long and half a meter wide, looking like a maggot or earthworm.

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It lugged goods along like a massive, organic train, leaving Roger very shocked.

At the same time, there were not only humanoids with different hair colors and pupils on the streets, but also beastmen with beast heads and human bodies, the shortest of whom was 1.8 meters tall.

Roger was curious about this world. At the same time, he was looking forward to his journey in this world.

Because Roger’s house was relatively remote, almost on the outskirts of cliff town, Roger walked for nearly an hour before he reached the potion store located on the outskirts of the town center.

However, a large part of the reason why he had taken such a long time was because he found everything new and interesting.

The sign read “Grimm’s potion store.” Roger pushed open the wooden door and walked in.

The interior of the shop differed from what he remembered. There was no welcoming lady, the boss was not a man in formal attire, and there were no shelves or display cases.

The room was filled with all kinds of equipment that looked like a laboratory, as well as the medicine cabinet for old Eastern medicine. The owner was a little old man who was less than 1.6 meters tall and looked unkempt, as if he had not taken a bath for months.

The little old man was in front of his workstation, constantly fiddling with something, not paying the slightest attention to Roger who had just entered.

Out of courtesy, Roger did not dare disturb the little old man.

He could only walk around the shop, looking left and right, while waiting for the little old man to finish his work.

A few minutes later, after Roger had walked around the shop, he turned his head to look at the little old man. No one knew what the little old man had mixed in his hand, but the reagent began to bubble continuously.

Then, to Roger’s surprise, it exploded.

Although its power was only comparable to the firecrackers they played with when they were young, the consequences were extremely huge.

It made Roger suspect that the little old man did not know what he was doing. In an instant, a foul smell filled the entire shop, and at the same time, the little old man’s face turned black.

Just when the disgusted Roger almost ran out of the store, the little old man came back to his senses, took out a reagent from somewhere, and smashed it on the ground. Then, a cloud of white smoke rose and shrouded the entire shop.

When the white smoke dissipated, the stench from before was instantly swept away. Roger, who was almost suffocated by the smell, hurriedly took in big gulps of fresh air.

The little old man laughed happily and walked to Roger’s side.

“Kid, what potion are you here for? I’m busy, so tell me quickly.”

Roger, who had slightly recovered, hurriedly said,

“I want to buy two bottles of body-tempering potions.”

After hearing Roger’s request, the little old man rummaged through his tattered robe and took out two small test-tube-sized, dark-green reagents.

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“Here it is. It’s usually priced at one gold coin per bottle. However, because of the failed experiment just now, you’ve suffered a little, so I’ll only charge you one gold coin and five silver coins.”

The little old man’s words made Roger’s initial discomfort vanished. He hurriedly took out a gold coin and five silver coins, and exchanged them for two bottles of body tempering potions from the little old man.

After taking the money, the little old man directly pushed Roger out of his shop. Then, after hanging up a “closed” sign, he ran into the medicinal shop not far away.

As for Roger, he carefully put the potions into his pocket and went straight home.

He couldn’t wait to go home and cultivate according to the breathing technique passed down from his ancestors.