Would You Like Some of My Potion?

[On July 10, you made a failed muscle strengthening potion. Compared with the negligible blood strengthening effect, the alkaloid toxicity may kill you earlier] [On August 3, you made a failed mist potion. The soul-devouring black mist could not confuse your opponent, but it would blind you for ten minutes] [On September 16th, you made a bottle of mutated mantra potion. This is the art of explosion and fire. When you take to the streets, you will become the most dazzling sun in the world. What? You ask for the mantra? You have to ask the goddess about this] … Traveling through the extraordinary era of steam, Owein inherited the sealed memory of the legendary potion master [Quinn] and set foot in the extraordinary realm. Gold coins and potions, deconstruction and transcendence. One day in the future, when the city is invaded by night demons, deformed monsters lurk in the shadows of the streets. Ovien walked out of the corner. "Would you like some of my magic potion too? Don't worry, it's passed down from our ancestors."