CHAPTER 568: CHAPTER 533: DIVINITY POTION

Outside the laboratory of Lord Chernobyl’s manor, Weir was angrily knocking on the door, shouting loudly at the inside: "Come out! I know you’re in there! Are you brave enough to do it but not to admit it?"

Meanwhile, the two Autonomous Knights responsible for guarding the laboratory seemed to be malfunctioning, showing no response at all.

"What’s got you riled up again?" Perfikot peeked his head out from the doorway, looking at the furious Weir, puzzled by her anger.

"Didn’t you promise me that after completing research on the Godslaying Armor, you would solve my curse problem? How long has it been? When are you going to fulfill your promise?" Weir’s eyes were filled with dissatisfaction as she looked at Perfikot, as if gazing at a faithless man.

Perfikot, however, showed no reaction, just nodded and said, "Oh, that matter! Come in, and we’ll talk! I was about to look for you anyway."

Saying this, he moved aside from the entrance, gesturing for Weir to come in and talk.

Seeing this, Weir had to temporarily control her emotions, but she still walked into Perfikot’s laboratory with residual anger.

Perfikot glanced at the two Autonomous Knights at the door, helplessly snapped his fingers to restore them to operation, and then closed the laboratory door again.

"Next time, don’t break my guards; they’re troublesome to repair." Perfikot said this while moving to his experimental desk.

On the experimental desk was the Totem Pole confiscated by Perfikot, with a virtual image of an animal atop it occasionally making roaring gestures, yet no sound was emitted.

"Is it really troublesome? Isn’t it just a snap of your fingers for you?" Weir retorted sarcastically, still simmering.

Originally, Weir wouldn’t have been so furious, as this issue had dragged on for almost a hundred years and wasn’t an urgent problem.

However, Perfikot had originally promised that after she helped solve the Godslaying Armor issue, he would assist her with the curse issue. But now, not only had Perfikot not addressed it, but he was also buried in the laboratory doing unknown things, which made Weir increasingly angry, leading her to storm into Perfikot’s lab.

Of course, although angry, Weir wasn’t genuinely that furious. Her display at this moment was more of an exaggerated act.

The aim, of course, was to make Perfikot take this matter more seriously and to get a concrete promise from him.

Though Perfikot could easily see through Weir’s intentions, he didn’t expose her plan but nodded to her and then picked up a test tube from the experimental table, tossing it to her.

"The thing you wanted, I’ve already made it." Perfikot replied nonchalantly, but Weir almost failed to catch the test tube.

After fumbling to securely grasp the test tube, she asked Perfikot, "What is this?"

"A divinity potion, a concoction that can break the divine curse on you, repair your damaged foundation, and even grant you divinity, allowing you to surpass the Legendary barrier. I just finished making it." Perfikot briefly introduced it.

Before her now was an experimental table with a rack holding seven test tubes side by side. The test tube in Weir’s hand was just taken from this rack, and the identical rack still had seven tubes on it.

In each test tube, a golden light seemed to flow, appearing resplendent and brilliant, and somehow emitted a compelling allure, evoking an inexplicable desire to possess it.

"How is this used? How did you make it?" Weir could sense the extraordinary nature of the potion in her hand. Her legendary alchemist insight was still there, and she knew this wasn’t some simple trick, even if she were still a legendary alchemist, she couldn’t have made such a high-grade potion.

It’s an intuition, seemingly counterintuitive, but unable to produce it is unable to produce it, and Weir knew not where this perception came from, but she just had this feeling, she couldn’t make it.

"A divinity potion requires divinity as a raw material. Simply put, you need to capture a god or something with divinity, extract its divinity, and then make it into a potion for consumption." Perfikot explained casually, but it made Weir understand why she felt she couldn’t make it.

Divinity, she had heard of this; back in the day, when she and a few others attempted to break the Legendary barrier and become higher entities, they had researched this, but due to a lack of data, they only knew it was closely tied to post-Legendary beings, but they didn’t know the specifics.

Driven by a desire for an alchemist’s knowledge, Weir instinctively asked, "Where did you get the divinity from? What exactly is it?"

"I told you, capture a god or something with divinity, extract it, and that’s it." Perfikot tapped on the Totem Pole on the experimental table, indicating for Weir to notice the wailing Ancestral Spirit: "The Ancestral Spirit worshiped by the local indigenous people, this thing is a divine creature. I captured a few trophies when unifying the Northern Territory, and I just used them for this need.

As for what divinity is, it’s not easy to explain in a short time.

Simply put, it’s a special existence generated by a being after accepting worship and belief from other intelligent beings.

It possesses both material and energy properties, as well as part of the essence of a soul; you can view it as a special existence spawned from the condensation of intelligent beings’ faith, elevating a life form to a higher level.

As for a detailed explanation, I reckon it would take a thesis half a meter thick just to cover the basic concepts."

"Alright, I get it, is this stuff to be downed in one go?" Weir stopped obsessing over the divinity question; now that she knew what was going on, she could delve into the research later. More pressing was breaking her curse and restoring her strength to surpass the Legendary barrier.

This was the century-long ambition of her and her friends, now finally doable, and even though Weir had lived over a century, she was still excited.

"Yes, just chug it down in one go, but not here. The commotion of breaking the Legendary barrier is quite big, and I don’t want to clean up the lab." Perfikot glanced at Weir, who was ready to open the test tube, and hurriedly stopped her.

Hearing Perfikot’s words, Weir didn’t actually gulp down the contents in front of her, but immediately turned and left, eager to find a quiet, safe place to use it.