A Potion Master's Growth Journal

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After transmigrating into the most precious female beastfolk in the interstellar age, she inherits an apothecary's legacy and a rare formula for a bloodline-purifying potion. What comes next...

Doris (raises her hand): Take it easy and laze around until I die.

But...

Interstellar law: Female beastfolk without outstanding achievements or a special status will be married off to anyone at the age of twenty!

Doris immediately develops potions, gets into military academy, and becomes an outstanding military apothecary. (Puffs out her chest.)

Young villain: I lost this leg and became a cripple. None of you are going to have a good life!

Doris rolls up her sleeves, sticks in the needles, and writes up a foot-soaking prescription, providing a complete treatment package. She finally heals the villain's leg and snuffs out his descent into darkness before it can take root. (Proud.)

Original plot: You're cannon fodder, you're cannon fodder, you're cannon fodder... If you're not outstanding, you'll become cannon fodder!!!

Doris (at the top of her lungs): I'm super outstanding, okay!!!

“Female beast stronger than male beasts,” “youngest master apothecary,” “miracle worker who purifies beastfolk bloodlines”...

Countless accolades are heaped upon her. Someone even dares to say:

“Miss Doris doesn't need to get married, because no one is worthy of her!!!”

The beastfolk with ulterior motives: ???

Theme: Women of the new era work hard and strive for success.