Is It Too Late to Leave the Chat Group?

Chen Heng couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d stepped into some sort of cash-grabbing, pay-to-win online game. It wasn’t just the initial cost of buying gaming equipment; creating an account and virtually every feature beyond the basics required payment.

What’s more, they had to purchase game time cards daily….

After clearing out numerous small monsters across several areas, nearly emptying the place, Chen Heng and the others made their way back to the newbie village.

“Well, I’ll take my leave.” With all the tasks and quests completed, Chen Heng waved to the group. He was ready to log out of the game, even though it was still early in the day. He had matters to attend to in the real world.

“Sure. Elder Brother, goodbye. I can return after winning the competition tomorrow.”

“That confident, huh?”

“Elder Brother, have you forgotten our lineup? We’ve got the event organizer who can bend the rules and a Grand Assassin for firepower. Can we really lose? Whatever type of match it is tomorrow, I have absolute confidence in winning. When the time comes, you’ll just have to come and make a wish,” Sirin said while looking down at Chen Heng with her arms crossed as she sat hovering in the air.

“…” How can I put it? Chen Heng felt that Sirin was puffing up again. Originally, Chen Heng had absolute faith that their side would win tomorrow, but with Sirin’s remark, he started to feel a bit concerned.

Following Sirin’s pattern, whenever Sirin started getting too cocky, it usually meant she was in for a reality check.

“Hah! What’s with that look, Elder Brother? Are you doubting me? Are you doubting me, the five-core Herrscher, the Queen of the Void—Sirin?” Sirin, who had been waiting for praise with her head held high, didn’t hear Chen Heng’s voice. She glanced at him and noticed Chen Heng looking at her with what seemed like a condescending expression, or maybe just disdain.

Chen Heng fell silent for a moment and then proposed a bet to Sirin. “Alright, Sirin, how about we make a bet? If you win tomorrow, I promise to fulfill one request of yours. If you lose tomorrow, you have to fulfill one of my requests.”

“…Elder Brother, be honest. Did you use the Absolute Precognition to see something?” Sirin had initially been extremely confident in herself, but when Chen Heng brought up the bet, she hesitated. She still remembered the bet between Mo Qingtong and Chen Heng, where Mo Qingtong lost and had to fulfill three requests from him.

Hold on, a bet? Requests? Sirin thought it over. Whether I win or lose, it doesn’t seem like a bad deal. If I win, I can make Elder Brother fulfill one of my requests. If I lose and Elder Brother makes any “excessive” demands, it might just play into my hands. And if they aren’t that kind of request, I can always put on a cute appearance to dodge them. Sirin didn’t have much of a sense of commitment.

Very well, let’s do it.

“My Absolute Precognition isn’t strong enough to see the future of other worlds like that.” Chen Heng’s words this time were true. He was betting with Sirin purely because her overconfidence made him think they might lose.

“Alright, no need to say more. I accept this bet.” Sirin didn’t wait for Chen Heng’s explanation, agreeing to the bet right away.

As Sirin agreed to the bet, she glanced at Luo Li, who was standing nearby. She realized that Luo Li had been staring at her all along, and there was a coldness in Luo Li’s gaze that Sirin had never felt before.

Eeeek! How scary! Sirin shivered involuntarily.

It was the first time she realized that Luo Li, her elder sister who bought her the helmet, could be so intimidating. That look sent shivers down her spine.

“Well, then, I’m logging out. I want to experiment with these small red and blue potions. Bye-bye.”

“Goodbye, Elder Brother Heng.”

“Alright.”

Chen Heng summoned the player status and clicked on “Log out.” After a moment of dizziness, he opened his eyes again and found himself looking at the familiar ceiling of his home.

The first thing Chen Heng did after returning to reality and taking off his helmet was to grab his notebook and jot down Customer Service. He didn’t know Customer Service’s true name, but he was determined to remember this grudge.

After handling everything, Chen Heng hopped down to his basement and spent ten points to create a small, highly secure, explosion-proof alchemy lab, expanded many times over using his spatial ability, suitable for research.

After completing all the quests, Chen Heng had sold most of the excess Giant Toad meat he had accumulated, earning quite a bit of eris.

He had spent 20,000 eris to unlock the two currently available alchemical formulas: the small red potion and the small blue potion. With the remaining eris, he had bought a pile of materials for making these potions.

Chen Heng first attempted the small blue potion, specifically called the Micro Mana Recovery Potion. He made this potion primarily because he might need it to restore his Will Energy while forming Will Energy swords.

Although it was named a mana recovery potion, it could also restore an equivalent amount of Will Energy, which suited Chen Heng just fine.

Chen Heng no longer wanted to buy items to restore his Will Energy from the Dimension Administrators Association store. Even though they weren’t expensive, he preferred to be self-sufficient now that he had the ability to craft them.

“First, the materials for the Micro Mana Recovery Potion are two grams of trembling grass, and…” After Chen Heng unlocked the recipe for the Micro Mana Recovery Potion, the method for concocting the mana potion had appeared in his mind.

He took out the required materials and used the precision scale included in his beginner’s equipment, accurate to 0.001 grams, to measure them.

Bang! Chen Heng frowned as he looked at the blackened liquid in the flask. He casually tossed the black liquid and the flask containing it into the disposal furnace.

These flasks were incredibly cheap, and Chen Heng had obtained ten thousand of them with just one point. He knew very well that being an alchemist was an expensive class.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Chen Heng continued to fail over and over again until, after countless attempts, he looked at a blue pill in his hand and nodded in satisfaction.

Yes, Chen Heng had succeeded in concocting the Micro Mana Recovery Potion and turning it into the Micro Mana Recovery Medicinal Pill.

I’m a genius!

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