My Healing Is a Little Too Fast

A spoonful of ginger-white powder, a measure of withered-brown powder, and one more bottle of syrup so sweet it makes your teeth ache.

Stir the cauldron. Boil off the water.

Drink in the pain, and be reborn.

On the alchemy-punk frontier, monsters run rampant, elements drift through the air, and evil things watch from the shadows.

Xia Zuo gazes up at the Mage Sanctuary, then bends over his studies of poisons, forging his own path to becoming a mage.