I'd been browsing the system shop more thoroughly these past weeks, discovering sections I'd barely touched before.
The healing category alone was a goldmine—miraculous pills and elixirs people would kill for if they knew they existed. Stuff that made modern medicine look like medieval bloodletting—or amateur foreplay.
I confirmed the purchase.
[1,000 SP DEDUCTED]
[CRITICAL HEALING POTION ACQUIRED... MATERIALIZING...]
The air beside my bed shimmered, and suddenly a glass vial appeared—just materialized like the universe had copy-pasted it into reality, wet and ready.
The vial was elegant despite its contents looking anything but. Dark glass, almost black, with silver filigree etched into the surface in patterns that seemed to move when I wasn't looking directly at them—like veins pulsing under skin.
About the size of a shot glass, heavy for its size, warm to the touch like a freshly drained ball sack.
I twisted the silver stopper, and the smell hit immediately.
