Chapter 22: Ch 22: Not here to play- Part 3
Fenrir stood in the middle of his lab, surrounded by rows of neatly arranged potion bottles—over a hundred of them, each glinting under the sterile light of the storage room.
He had brewed tirelessly through the weekend, adjusting ratios, tweaking mana input, and improving extraction efficiency with each batch.
Out of the 117 bottles he had completed, only 36 met his minimum standard of Grade B or higher. The rest were C or below.
He frowned at the C-grade ones.
"Failures. No use keeping junk."
He muttered, annoyed.
He was about to dispose of them, already holding a crate of the C-grade bottles, when a thought struck him.
These potions weren't bad. In fact, by market standards, they'd probably be considered amazing.
They just weren't good enough for him.
Fenrir smirked.
"Let's see what the world thinks of my failures."