Who Says I’m Not a Legitimate Adventurer?

During these four days, aside from the necessary eating, drinking, and relieving himself, Lance had been like a tireless alchemical puppet, mechanically repeating the motions of grinding, boiling, and stirring.

By the end, just smelling that familiar moss scent made his stomach churn violently with nausea.

If not for Hvergelmir’s Surge granting him abnormal stamina and extremely high resistance to negative states—

he would have dropped dead in front of the crucible on the second day.

Even so—

after finishing the final jar of ointment, his mental defenses completely collapsed, and he could only rely on sleep for his body to recover.

Fortunately, it was all worth it.

Lance dragged out the heavy money pouch from under the bed, untied the string, and tossed it upward with force.

“Clatter…”