A few weeks went by. I mastered the strength text shortly after my rush into the bathroom. I was shocked when the text formed in my minds eye when I was still battling for my life on the toilet.

Luckily, I always kept the grey vial in my pockets.

The feeling of energy rushing in through your mouth while your soul leaves your body through your ass was not an enjoyable experience.

Needless to say, the toilets were unuseable because of the unbearable smell.

I earned the nickname weeping bomb cause I was wailing loudly while dropping shit bombs in the toilet.

Am I cooked chat?

I met Captain Eleron with the other script when I was finally able to walk straight again. He graciously explained that it was a regenerative ability from a giant salamander. It would keep the condition of my heart from deteriorating.

It was master level.

He explained, after a few rounds of ass kissing, what the levels of power were.

First was warrior, then elite, master, grandmaster, epic and mythic. They were represented with different colors. Bronze, iron, silver, gold, emerald and amethyst. Anything above mythic is classified as Unique grade.

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The reason they couldn't just make another elixir was quite dumb. The previous kingdom of alchemists was raided by a very overzealous cult of the healing god zephyr.

They believed it was heresy to heal anyone without their gods blessings and proceeded to call in favors from every other kingdom. They believed they could get their hands on the recipe of the elixer among other things.

Boy were they wrong. The zealots got to the alchemists grand library first, and razed it to the ground.

Ancient scripts and texts lost just like that to a religious squable.

The alchemists have tried to recreate some things to varying success, and have even managed to surpass the past in some areas like genetic engineering, but the high level potions and composite materials have been impossible to recreate. Especially at this time where every beast with intellect has aligned themselves with the rest of the races on the condition that they would not be hunted.

No one was willing to lose the aid of the beasts in this damned war.

As weeks turned into yet another month, our training was complete.

On the very last day, I managed to master the gold text. I felt relieved when the text appeared in my minds eye. I quicly drank the accompanying energy vial and was quickly thrown into the embrace of ecstasy.

It felt like a full body massage as the energy flowed through the pattern.

I could feel my fatigue melt away and my muscles heal the smallest of tears. I was definitely going to get used to this.

I was called to the field. We were given our orders. I was to to lead a squad of ten and guard the 501st section of the wall, which was where were situated.

I was definitely not going to get used to this.