[Name: Link]
[Power Values: 5.08 (Novice Esper)]
[Flesh Forging Art: Dragon Flesh Forging Art, Chapter One]
[Meditation Technique: Frost Meditation Technique]
[Skills: None]
[Talent: UR Rank – Death Replication; SSS Rank – Death Rewind, Supreme Library]
What the hell???
Just one hour of practice last night, and my Power Value actually increased by more than four whole points!
Isn't that a little too insane?
Link swallowed hard. While it was very likely that the drastic increase was due to his first-ever training session, it was still enough to prove how powerful the Dragon Flesh Forging Art truly was.
Of course, Link had also endured serious side effects. Even after a full night's sleep, he still felt utterly drained—his body limp and weak, as though it had been hollowed out from the inside.
It wasn't until morning, after devouring ten servings of breakfast, that he managed to feel somewhat human again.
Even then, his overwhelming hunger remained unsatisfied.
It wasn't until his mom brought him a bowl of Enchanted Cream Mushroom Soup that he finally regained a bit of strength.
But deep down, Link knew very well—that kind of enchanted soup was something his family simply couldn't afford.
Both of his parents were ordinary folks. Their combined monthly income barely reached a few thousand dollars. Yet just that one small enchanted mushroom used for the soup easily cost at least 20,000 dollars.
Sure, the soup helped—but the cost was staggering.
One bowl of soup had basically wiped out half a year's worth of the family's savings.
Worse yet, Link could clearly feel that even that bowl of soup wasn't enough to fully replenish the spiritual power he had burned through.
That meant one thing—he had to find a way to earn money.
But how?
Just as he furrowed his brow, racking his brain over how to make money, his mom walked up to him with a warm smile and shoved a heavy money pouch into his hands.
"Kiddo, just because you've awakened a talent doesn't mean becoming an Esper is easy."
"Your dad and I talked it over. Since you want to go down this path, we're going to support you with everything we've got."
"This is all our savings—100,000 dollars. If you need to buy any support-type potions or medicines, go ahead and get them."
"If that's not enough… we'll figure something out!"
As Link accepted the pouch, he felt its weight grow heavier and heavier in his hand.
His parents had given everything just to support him.
He had to repay them. He had to make more money—no matter what.
Suddenly, a flash of inspiration lit up in Link's mind.
Psionic Potion!
How could he have forgotten that little treasure?
Psionic potions were notoriously expensive, mainly because of the secrecy surrounding their formulas. Only the wealthiest families could afford to regularly use them for meditation and training.
The crafting process for psionic potions was also incredibly complex, making them perpetually scarce and highly sought after.
Take the most basic Lesser Meditation Potion, for example. Its effects were remarkable, but a tiny bottle cost a whopping 60,000 dollars!
Even if his family emptied all their savings, they could barely afford a bottle and a half.
But for Link, crafting psionic potions wasn't a problem at all.
Sure, he didn't know the formulas himself—but Lib did.
Lib's internal database not only stored the potion formulas used by humans, but also those created by the moonfolk.
To put it bluntly—
As long as he had Lib, money would never be an issue.
Still, as convenient as it was to brew psionic potions, a better approach might be to sell the formulas directly.
After all, he still needed to focus on training and didn't have time to personally brew potions all day.
With that in mind, Link quickly decided to have Lib organize the potion recipes.
Lib filtered through the entire database and finally selected three formulas—extremely useful, yet simple and practical psionic potions.
These were originally moonfolk recipes, improved and optimized by Lib.
Their effects were over 50% better than the similar products currently available on the market.
Calling them a dimensional-level upgrade wouldn't be an exaggeration at all.
Now the question was: how could he sell these formulas?
After thinking for a moment, Link immediately thought of the Goldrolyn Auction House.
Goldrolyn Auction House was one of the most famous auction houses in the entire Yilan Kingdom.
Rumor had it that the mysterious owner behind the house was so influential that even the Yilan Royal Family didn't dare offend them lightly.
Of course, rumors were just rumors—no one had ever proven them true.
Still, Goldrolyn Auction House did have an unparalleled reputation throughout the kingdom.
It was known for being able to handle even some of the more "gray-area" transactions, and it was highly trusted by its patrons.
Link didn't hesitate. He jumped out of bed, carefully copied down the three potion recipes at his desk, slipped them into his pocket, and rushed out the door.
Goldrolyn Auction House was elegant and classical in design.
As soon as Link stepped through the grand entrance, a well-dressed attendant welcomed him with a polite smile.
"Good day, sir. How may I assist you today?"
Link nodded and looked around. The interior of Goldrolyn was as luxurious as the rumors claimed.
In particular, the massive spiritual power crystal chandelier hanging from the center of the ceiling sparkled brilliantly—clearly worth a fortune.
"I'm here to sell a potion formula."
"Oh? In that case, please head upstairs. Take the staircase to the second floor and enter the third negotiation room."
Although the attendant maintained a courteous smile, there was a hint of disappointment on his face.
He offered a polite nod before turning away to greet the next guest.
A psionic potion recipe?
In the eyes of the attendant, people who came to sell that kind of thing were usually frauds.
Moonfolk potion formulas couldn't be used by humans.
And as for human psionic potion formulas, 99% of them came from the official Alchemists' Association—those guys lived and breathed potion research.
Ordinary people simply didn't have the materials, resources, or knowledge to test out formulas, let alone refine or create their own.
It was like the difference between a trained scientist and some random "garage inventor."
So, naturally, the attendant assumed Link was just another broke kid hoping to strike gold with a fake or worthless formula.
Still, professionalism required him to treat all guests with the same surface-level courtesy.
Link, however, didn't mind. He wasn't here to gain approval or recognition.
He was here to sell his formulas and make money.
As long as the auction house gave him a fair price, the rest didn't matter.
Besides, Link had full confidence in the value of what he was offering.
These three recipes would absolutely send shockwaves through the human world.
And with that opportunity, he would be able to achieve true financial freedom—
Buy his parents a luxury villa and give them the comfortable, happy life they deserved.
With that thought in mind, Link clenched his fist with determination.
Following the attendant's instructions, he made his way to the second floor of Goldrolyn Auction House.