Witcher: I Can Extract Everything

After more than half a month of settling down, the magic power of advancing to a Wizard had also recovered from its impetuous state. Although it was not suitable for cultivation for the time being, some other magic activities could be carried out.

Thus, Heath did not waste any time in carrying out the corresponding magic activities. During this period of time, he had accumulated a lot of content regarding spells and experiments that needed to be cleaned up.

Including the many spells that he had previously extracted, the Knight's Heart, and even all kinds of knowledge reading books, he needed to spend some time to absorb them.

And the first thing that Heath listed as the most important and lifelong pursuit for all Wizards was...

Time.

After an Apprentice advanced to a Wizard, their body had a fundamental change. The cell structure and life core had new changes. They broke the old shackles and limits, and their vitality had improved.

However, there was the same problem as an Apprentice. The increase in vitality brought by purely changing the cells through spiritual power during the advancement was too little, far from reaching the limit of a Wizard.

Generally, after advancing to a Wizard, one's vitality would only increase to around two hundred years old. Heath took a look at the system, and his own vitality had increased to 218 years after advancing to a Wizard, more than sixty years more than before.

However, the low-level Wizards' maximum vitality was actually between 400 and 500 years old. This was something that had to be done by Heath himself.

The means to increase vitality at the Wizard level were not as abundant as during the Apprentice period. The more common and easier method was to use the [Time Fireplace].

It was a large-scale Wizard tool. By burning a large amount of Immortal Wood, Tree of Life, and other materials to create an environment full of vitality, a Wizard living in it could slowly increase vitality and slow down signs of aging.

However, that required a large team to gather these materials for him. His strength was not yet at that scale.

If he could not do it in the long term, then he would start with the short term. Although this part of the means to improve was very rare, it was not impossible. And Heath had exactly one --

Traceless Time.

This was a magic potion recorded in the 'Life Refinement Manual' that led Heath to the path of a Wizard. It was also the only magic potion that he currently had all the materials.

It required Time Flowers, the tears of virgins, the cries of newborn babies, and other materials that could slow down aging and increase vitality.

Immortality, not aging... It was a potion that was outstanding in both aspects.

...

A few days later, on the west side of the palace, Long Hair Princess Tower.

Long Hair Princess Tower was a tall tower on the west side of the Palace of Navi. The tower was more than ten meters tall, but there were no stairs to go up.

It was said that a princess who had made a mistake was imprisoned here. In order to make her reflect on her mistakes, the king deliberately removed the stairs to go up the tower.

The princess who guarded the tower alone was unwilling to be lonely. She fell in love with a bard, so she asked a Wizard for a magic potion that could make her hair grow longer. Before the dead of night, she would use the magic potion to make her hair grow longer, and then let the bard come up for a tryst...

Well, this was just the nonsense of the commoners. This was a Wizard tower, specifically for the Wizard Apprentices who were stationed at the human kingdom of Bloodsource.

There were sets of Wizard tools inside, and all kinds of hardware facilities were specially built for Heath. Therefore, after staying in the palace for a few days to settle the trivial matters, Heath moved in decisively.

At this moment, in the Long Hair Princess Tower.

The warm summer night wind blew gently, stirring the mottled nettles and swaying them gently. "Ribbit ribbit! Ribbit ribbit!" The sound came from inside the tower. It was a frog that was locked in a cage and placed on a wooden table.

On the elder's wooden table, there were test tubes, beakers, alcohol lamps, libras, and other miscellaneous appliances. Blue and purple flames were jumping, and the burning beaker would occasionally emit thick white smoke, making people suspect that there was a piece of dry ice burning inside.

Crack! The cage opened.

A hand reached in and grabbed the frog out, but there was a scream. The frog was thrown into the white smoke.

Heath's right hand was stained with spit. He flipped through the thick magic calculation notes on the table and said to himself, "Sigh, I think I should put half a frog in. Forget it, I'll just increase the dosage of the other ingredients for one frog."

"What's next? Two drops of virgin tears..."

"A baby's cry..."

"A cup of old man's sigh..."

"Two leaves of Soul Grass, a spoonful of Water of Life, and finally, the Time Flower..."

Heath placed the prepared ingredients into the beaker one by one.

The test tube contained the tears of virgins, and beside the test tube was a silver cup. This was a Wizard tool that was used to collect emotions, also known as the [Emotion Holding Cup].

Sadness, laughter, suffering, and anger, these emotions could all be collected and materialized in liquid form in the cup.

These strange things were also common materials in the field of Wizards. For example, the concoction of love elixirs that often appeared in mortal stories would even use something as baffling as the 'man's truth'.

"Next is the incantation."

Standing in front of the table, Heath placed one hand on the beaker and began to chant a long incantation.

This was his favorite step. Firstly, the incantation was a very magical operation that was very compatible with the Wizards he knew when he was young. But more importantly, this step usually meant that the spell was coming to an end...

Bang! 

Halfway through the chant, the beaker suddenly exploded, and colorful liquid splattered everywhere.

The liquid splashed on the wood and the stone wall. Immediately, the faces of babies, old people, and young girls appeared on the wood and stone walls. Some were crying, some were sighing, and some were sad.

Distorted faces and all kinds of voices rose and fell.

Heath frowned.

He failed.

"It doesn't matter. Failure is the mother of success. If you don't experience the wind and rain, how can there be a rainbow?"

As he comforted himself, Heath removed the Mimicry Shield that was automatically protecting him. After cleaning it briefly, he continued to invest in the next experiment.

There was no such thing as a one-step process for concocting a potion.

Even if he knew the formula and the method, the dosage needed to concoct the potion would vary from person to person and from situation to situation. He would have to go through repeated experiments, fumbles, and calculations before he could obtain the real result.

He would have to be patient and endure the boredom before he could concoct the potion he wanted.

It was not just the potion. The entire path of Wizards was the same. There were many difficulties and obstacles. Even the system could only help speed up its growth. The difficulties and obstacles still needed him to solve and overcome by himself.

However, every time he solved these difficulties, it was also a kind of gain and improvement for him. It made his character more tenacious and allowed him to have a deeper understanding of the realm of Wizards.

This was actually the most valuable part of the journey.

With these, he could walk the path of Wizards for a long time.

Only then could he become a great Wizard.

...

Two months later, Heath successfully completed the formulation of [Traceless Time]. After repeatedly trying to confirm that there were no problems, he drank this potion.

[Beep, vitality increased.]

[Beep, vitality increased.]

[Beep, vitality increased.]

The system's crisp notification indicated that the effect of the potion was correct. Heath could clearly feel the powerful vitality surging into his body, making every inch of his skin, every muscle, and every cell of his become more vibrant.

After the energy calmed down, he used the system to look at it.

Vitality: 286.

Looking at the soaring number, Heath could not help but exclaim in admiration. Wizard-level potions were indeed extraordinary. Just one of them had increased the lifespan of a few decades, which was even longer than the average lifespan of humans in this world.

Unfortunately, this kind of potion could only be consumed once.

286, which was still quite a distance away from the 500-year limit of low-level Wizards. Unfortunately, he did not have the conditions to implement the rest of the life-enhancing methods in the life-refining manual. He lacked materials, tools, and so on.

There was no other way. In the future, he could slowly improve while training. In any case, he was definitely considered young among the Wizards.

He still had a lot of time to squander.

Go to the brothel.

...

A few days after completing the potion preparation, in the temple of Caleru City.

The temple of Caleru City was a building that the citizens of the former Kingdom of Navi had built on their own initiative. It was mainly used to worship their gods, which were also used by the Wizards from Bloodsource.

Every year, the citizens would come here regularly to offer their precious food as a tribute. They would sing and dance and pray for the blessings of the gods.

Of course, their gods and Wizards had never come here once.

After Heath restored the production order, he began to renovate and renovate the place. Since he had decided to establish a kingdom with divine power, the bridge of communication between gods and people naturally needed some effort.

The newly built temple had more than doubled in size from the original foundation. The architectural style was personally handled by Heath, using the Gothic style.

The entire temple was built tall and big, with a large number of pointed arches, rib-shaped vaults, flying arches, colorful glass windows, and so on, making it look dignified and imposing. Once one entered it, one would feel a sense of solemnity from the inside out.

At this moment, in a room of the temple.

In the spacious room, Heath stood there, with more than thirty young girls gathered around him. On the table next to him were white robes, veils, and other clothes. The girls were trying them on.

These girls were naturally the female slaves that Heath had bought back then.

How could the model of the church not have nuns and priests?

Without thinking, Heath handed this responsibility to these girls. After all, their image and temperament were very outstanding, and their outstanding image and temperament were beneficial to deepen the impression of the public and further accelerate the spread of the church.

As a transmigrator who had been poisoned by advertisements, Heath was very familiar with this aspect of promotion. If he stood in front of them with a good face, that fan effect... Just look at those fresh meat and you would know.

It was just that the ideal was very full, but reality was sometimes very skinny. In reality, Heath found a lot of problems, such as...

The young girl Ava held a nun's uniform in front of Heath and asked, "Ah, Master, do we really have to wear such clothes? It's very inconvenient to take off such clothes."

At this moment, she was naked and only wore a veil.

Although she was wearing a sacred veil, there was not a trace of holiness on her body. She held the nun's uniform and looked at it for a while before casually putting it aside.

Then, she knelt on the ground and said with a blurred gaze, "Master, Ava... Ava doesn't want to wear this dress. Ava only wants to serve Master."

The other girls also kneeled down like kittens and walked towards Heath. All kinds of obscene words were heard continuously, begging for Heath's favor.