Chapter 275
This time Rudra described a culinary recipe based on the method that the clone of the Devil Monarch had used. He needed a liquid dish, probably a stew or soup, that used the Demonic Force as a solvent to eat away the lingering hidden damage and the energy that could cause that damage, and then use Divine Energy to force cellular rebirth to regrow the destroyed or missing cells.
[The Recipe 'Ambrosia of Rebirth' has been created.]
[You have learned a Legendary-rated Knowledge!]
[You have triggered the [Endless Learning]!]
[All Stats +15, Wisdom +10]
[Good Luck +10]
[Number of knowledges that can be created: 10/15]
[Ambrosia of Rebirth]
[Rating: Unique ~ Legendary]
[A miraculous broth combining opposing origins.
- The infused Demonic Force aggressively dissolves corrupted energy, foreign magical residue, damaged cells and hidden injuries.
- The infused Divine Energy rapidly stimulates cellular regeneration, restoring lost limbs and restoring the function of organs.
- Maximum Health is increased by 20% for 12 hours.
- Health Regeneration is increased by 50% for 12 hours.
- Removes all physical negative-status anomalies.]
Rudra was quite satisfied with the created recipe and immediately started to create the dish.
Rudra pulled his heavy metal crafting cauldrons from his inventory and dropped it onto the cobblestones.
Rudra pulled out clean spring water, high-tier monster bones, and medicinal herbs. His hands shook slightly as he chopped the ingredients with his iron knife. The mental fatigue made his fingers clumsy, but his absurd dexterity and agility kept the cuts even.
He dropped the ingredients into the boiling water. Then, he started tapping into his core stats.
He wasn’t too worried about the creation of this soup since he was quite confident in his cooking and he had the fail-safe, the title [Alchemist who Transcends Matter] to make sure the 2 opposing energies don’t explode..
He let a few heavy drops of Demonic Force bleed from his fingers into the broth. The water turned a violent purple. Before it could react, he wove a wave of pure Divine Energy into the mixture, locking the two forces into a stable, restorative suspension.
The liquid turned a deep, rich gold. It smelled like roasting meat and ozone.
[The [Ambrosia of Rebirth] has been created!]
[Rating: Unique]
[An unique-rated item was produced, so all stats have permanently risen by +12 and reputation throughout the continent has risen by +300.]
[Class Quest Updated: Create Unique dishes using only basic ingredients (5 / 10)!]
[Your Advanced Cooking Mastery (Lv. 9) has leveled up!]
[You have reached the Craftsman Cooking Mastery (Lv. 1)!]
[Craftsman Cooking Mastery (Lv. 1)]
[Passive]
[You can prepare edible meals from raw ingredients.
- All effects of the produced dish will increase by 30%.
There is a moderate probability of creating rare rated dishes
There is a rare probability of creating epic rated dishes.
There is a very rare probability of creating unique rated dishes.
When rare rated dishes are produced, all stats will permanently rise by +2.
- Reputation throughout the continent will rise by +30
When epic rated dishes are produced, all stats will permanently rise by +4.
- Reputation throughout the continent will rise by +80
When unique rated dishes are produced, all stats will permanently rise by +12.
- Reputation throughout the continent will rise by +300]
[You are the first person to reach Craftsman-level in Cooking Mastery!]
[You have obtained the title [First Craftsman Cook]!]
[First Craftsman Cook]
[You are the first player to reach Craftsman-level in Cooking Mastery
- Dexterity +200.
- The effectiveness of the dishes cooked is increased by 10%.
- The growth-rate of the cooking mastery is increased by 10%]
A stray bird fluttered down from the sky and landed near the cauldron, cooing at the smell. A highly stressed, bleeding witch immediately ran over and shooed the bird away.
"Feed it to them," Rudra said, stepping back from the heat.
Neria and the Witches ladled the golden broth into wooden bowls and tipped it into the mouths of the injured.
The reaction was immediate.
When the broth hit Piaro's lips, the Demonic Force hunted down the Devil's lingering energy. The Divine Energy took over. Muscle, bone, and skin rapidly wove themselves back together.
A brand-new right arm formed on Piaro’s shoulder.
Piaro didn't say a word. He sat up slowly. He reached over with his new right hand and carefully pried the iron hand plow out of his left grip. He wrapped his new fingers around the wooden handle, squeezing tight. His knuckles turned white.
He loosened his grip and stared at his right palm.
"The calluses are gone," Piaro murmured quietly. He rubbed his thumb over the perfectly smooth, unblemished skin. He looked up at Rudra, his expression entirely serious. "I'll have to rebuild them tomorrow."
A few feet away, Talon face-planted into the dirt. The Roc Chieftain's missing right wing aggressively pushed its way out of his back in a messy burst of dark feathers
Garrick was sitting on his knees, staring blankly at his restored left arm. With a sharp snikt, the panther claws suddenly slid out of his new fingertips. Then they slid back in. Then out again. He didn't have the muscle memory for the new nerves yet. He glared at his own hand like it was a foreign object that wouldn't listen to him.
"My lord," Neria gasped, stepping back from Thalassa.
The Ocra Archipelago Chief was sitting up, staring at his right side.
Where there had been an empty sleeve for decades, a perfectly muscled arm was flexing its fingers. The scarred eyepatch had fallen away, revealing a clear, bright eye. The divine energy hadn't just healed the recent damage—it had scoured his body, curing his decades-old hidden injuries.
Thalassa immediately slapped his new hand over his new eye, letting out a sharp groan.
"My head," Thalassa grunted, squeezing his face.
Neria reached out to help him. "Chief, are you—"
"Everything is too wide," Thalassa interrupted, his breathing shallow. He kept the eye covered, squeezing it shut. His brain had been wired for monocular vision for twenty years. The sudden return of depth perception was giving him a blinding migraine. "The ground is slanted. Don't let me stand up yet."
He reached out blindly to grab Neria's shoulder for balance. He misjudged the distance entirely, his new hand slamming clumsily into her collarbone and nearly knocking her over.
Nearby, Ursa, the massive Bear Chieftain, sat up with a loud, rumbling groan. Her terrible chest wounds were fully closed. She rubbed her massive face, looking completely wiped out. She didn't look for her hammer or her forge.
"I'm starving," Ursa complained loudly, her stomach letting out a noise that sounded like shifting boulders. She squinted at the empty cauldrons. "Is there any meat?"
Footsteps crunched across the rubble near the main gate.