HP: A Sociopath Gamer In Magic World [ Chapter 56: One More Try! ] (Patreon)
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[Low Grade Magic Stone-Rank: Magical
Description: Magic stones, also known as magic gems, are crystalized magical energy that can be used to fuel spells, craft magical items, etc. Once the energy stored inside is used up it will disappear. 200/200 MP]
Finally, I placed a hand on it and activated the skill that would make it work.
"Doll Creation."
The effect was immediate as the machine roared to life; various parts began to move around independently.
Yes, I had successfully turned this machine into a doll.
The main concern for my potion's factory was the labor that it would need. Wizards couldn't be trusted and ordinary people couldn't make potions because they lacked magic so that got me thinking. The wizarding world already had self-stirring cauldrons so why not take things further and create something that could not only stir but also measure, chop, crush, and bottle it.
For this reason, I spent several days leveling up my [Doll Creation] until I could program a basic mind, making the magical equivalent to an A.I., and while it couldn't think on its own just yet, it could still follow the basic instructions needed to make potions.
The soul stones would function as a power source that would hopefully last until I got back from school.
"Now then let's begin," I declared as I pressed the button which started the machine.
Mechanical hands on the ceiling moved toward the crates and placed handfuls of raw ingredients on the moving conveyor belt. From there they moved onto the chopping board where dozens of hands began to either cut, dice, chop, smash, or squeeze them. They were then split off into smaller lines where they were measured and then sent to different stations.
Next step was the furnace where nozzles fed water into 50 small cauldrons, controlled flames under each one bringing them to a simmer. Once it reached the specified temperature a hand began to drop the first of the ingredients in. After the last of the ingredients was mixed in it was left to cook, hands stirring it constantly.
After 45 minutes the potion was finished but not before receiving a drop of 'Essence of Frost Bell,' which would extend the potion's expiration date for a few years. Next came the cooling stage where the cauldrons were led through a freezer room cooling them before the potions were finally dumped into a large vat.
Empty glass bottles were lined up on a moving track, nozzles connected to the vat filled them to the brim. The corking station was next where each received a wooden stopper. Automatic hands then packaged and boxed the potion bottles into groups of 12.
After an hour of waiting the first batch was finally complete.
Opening one of the boxes I took one out for inspection.
[Lowest Grade Recovery Potion-Rank: Magical
A recovery potion created by Charles Bell. A lower-middle grade potion that instantly recovers 250 HP. Tastes like strawberry.]
Perfect.
With [Observe] and [Potion's Making] being so high I had finally been able to reverse engineer the recovery potion that I got from the Zombie Dungeon, meaning I now had access to a steady supply.
Better yet, I could now level [Puppetry] and [Potion's Making] automatically, without actually being present.
Placing the potion back in its package, I carried the finished boxes of potions toward a metal chest located in a corner. Lifting the lid up, all that could be seen inside was a swirling black hole that sucked up any nearby light. This was the factory's storage chest, which worked similar to my inventory ability, allowing me to store an infinite amount of items inside for safe keeping.
They had appeared in every territory I owned, allowing me to collect taxes whenever I wanted, and as a bonus I could even trade items between my inventory and the storage chest using the menu.
Oh, what a certain blonde-haired heiress wouldn't give to have this ability.
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Daphne:-
With a frustrated huff, the young heiress placed the puzzle box on the top of her desk.
She scratched her head in annoyance, not caring that she had just messed up her perfectly styled hair.
Forcing herself to calm down, she closed her eyes and looked up at the ceiling of her room.
She had been trying to solve Charles' puzzle the second she had gotten home. It would seem that she had underestimated the young Ravenclaw's sheer craftiness yet again as despite working on it for 12 straight days now, she was no closer to solving it. She hadn't even been able to get another animal mouth to open and the lack of progress was starting to grate on her pride.
If it wasn't for her noble upbringing, she would be in the middle of cursing up a storm, but as it were, she settled for glaring icily at the box.
"Alright, one more try, then sleep," she said trying to motivate herself despite it already being fairly late.
Touching the top left corner of the side with the eagle she gave it a twist, and on the opposite side she saw the monkey face opened its eyes. Turning it around she used a fingernail to pull a small hidden notch located in the background coconut tree, which caused one of the hands covering its mouth to lift up.
She would give him this, he was a skilled craftsman as the level of detail was simply amazing.
This was as far as she had gotten. Last time she had used a cleverly hidden pin to pierce the monkey's left eye but that hadn't done anything. This time however she decided on a simpler approach as she tried to gently lift the monkey's other hand.
She was surprised when it actually seemed to give way, seeing a keyhole inside its open mouth.
The blonde was so happy that she could jump for joy if it wasn't for the fact that everyone else was currently sleeping.