The next day.

Alan finally crossed that threshold.

As for the details, he was not interested in reminiscing.

He has more important things to worry about.

As his practice deepened, he found that his personality was gradually shifting in the direction of ogres.

Special interest in food, violence and sex.

When training in the school's martial arts hall, because of a sudden violent impulse, he almost missed and injured his classmates.

Instructor Carter didn't blame him for being too heavy.

The instructor is a person who has come from the past and knows that "atavistic meditation" can affect a person's character.

Especially young beginners.

The mind is not mature enough, and the three views have not yet been finalized.

It is easy to be affected by the ancestral spirit, and occasionally forget the bottom line of being a human being.

This is all understandable.

It's just that people standing at this fork in the road make different choices.

Both Instructor Carter and Ms. Sora believe that warlocks must separate the spiritual world of meditation from real life.

In meditation, you can do whatever you want.

Because it doesn't really hurt anyone.

However, in reality, please live like an individual and respect the morals and laws of human society.

This is the "orthodox" concept of the world of warlocks.

The reason for this quotation mark is that this concept, which is full of moral self-discipline, has not been universally implemented in reality.

Many warlocks say one thing on the surface, and do another behind the scenes.

Especially when dealing with the common class, life and death are snatched and wantonly ravaged, just like a group of humanoid demons, and there is no sign of restraining their nature.

Eren didn't want to be a beast like that.

However, he had to admit that the state of mind he had developed in meditation had affected his way of thinking in reality.

Always from the most selfish and vicious point of view, look at the words and deeds of others.

Alan doesn't want to go to extremes.

In order to cultivate his mind, he went to the "glass garden" every day to learn floriculture and dispensing potions from the principal's aunt, and collected poisonous plants by the way.

In the past month, his poison resistance bar has grown a lot.

It's not far from being upgraded to Tier 3 Poison Resistance.

The principal's aunt was very satisfied with his diligent and studious attitude.

He unreservedly taught him how to collect a variety of medicinal materials, including condensing pollen, and refine various potions.

These include "primary meditation elixirs".

"Novices practice pharmaceuticals, and the success rate is very low."

"You go back and practice more, don't be in a hurry."

Aunt Principal always said this to Allen.

At first, Alan felt that it should be so.

I'm not a pharmaceutical genius, how can I succeed as soon as I get started?

However, when he went home and tried it, he found a terrible thing!

Excuse me.

I'm a genius!

The common sense of pharmacy does not apply to him at all!

In fact, Alan didn't care about the composition ratio of the herbs at all, nor did he have to bother boiling the medicine to control the heat.

There was only one thing he had to do.

It is to gather the raw materials written on the recipe of the medicine, stuff them into the mouth, and eat them in the stomach.

After that, various herbs react in his stomach.

Under the magical micro-operation of the "gluttonous system", it will automatically transform the effect of the finished drug!

In other words, with the blessing of the gluttonous system, his stomach itself is a fully automatic alchemy furnace!

What's even more amazing is that Alan's own digestive juices, such as the most readily available saliva, can be used as a universal solvent and blender.

Adding a drop of saliva to a properly proportioned raw material can greatly increase the refining power of the elixir!

This means that he has one more hole card.

When necessary, you can make money through this unique skill and create a decent identity of a "pharmacy master" for yourself.

A skilled person like a pharmacist can mix and eat no matter where he is.

A skilled apothecary master, whose social status is not even inferior to that of those warlocks of noble blood.

After all, warlocks have their own moments when they are injured, poisoned, or sick.

In a world where the Church is suppressed and magic is almost extinct, a warlock who is not good at medical spells can only turn to the professional skills of a pharmacist.

……

Two months have passed in the blink of an eye.

Summer turns to autumn, and the weather is getting cooler.

I don't hear the cicadas outside the window.

The leaves have turned yellow.

There was also a hint of gloom in the wind.

On Alan's desk, there is a small bronze incense burner.

In the incense burner, a small piece of dried honeycomb is placed.

It is dark green in color and has a bitter smell characteristic of herbs.

This is a method taught by the principal's aunt, collecting contemplative pollen and flower leaves, with mint, perilla and rosin and other accessories, pounded into a paste, air-dried, and blended contemplative incense.

In addition to this, some of his unique condiments have been added.

A mouthful of spit, to be exact.

It's this spit.

It greatly reduces the difficulty of refining the process of concentrating incense.

The yield rate has increased from less than 10% to 100%.

Alan opened the velvet box and lit the incense.

Faint green smoke.

Through the hole in the lid of the incense burner, it floats out.

The room was soon filled with a breath of freshness.

Like the grass after the rain, the fragrance of the earth and the dewdrops.

Contemplative incense has two benefits.

For one, it can prompt the practitioner to enter a meditative state more quickly.

Second, in the process of meditation, reduce the loss of mental power.

Normally, Alan would meditate for an hour and a half at most.

With the help of incense, it is easy to break through two hours.

Close your eyes and breathe in the aroma of herbs.

Alan entered a meditative state with ease.

The long river of stars flowing in his consciousness space.

A cloud of familiar starlight floated away from the river and merged into his spiritual world.

What a coincidence!

Alan raised an eyebrow.

This ancestral spirit memory, he had experienced.

It's the second meditation, the ogre born in the great forest.

At the beginning, he brought in this ancestral spirit memory, and he was inexperienced.

He only lived for a month, and when he went out hunting with his mother for the first time, he was accidentally left alone and was bitten to death by a group of hungry wolves.

The painful taste of being bitten by wolves once gave him nightmares.

This is no longer the case.

Eren has experienced too many ogre's lives and has accumulated a wealth of survival experience.

It's time to change your life!

The time from birth to weaning is calm and boring.

In the blink of an eye, the little ogre played by Eren is already full moon.

It's the day to go out with my mother again.

A strong sense of déjà vu made him a little excited.

Including him, there are five little ogres.

All of them are chubby and cute.

Eren is the strongest cub of them all.

Because he always gets the milk first.

And he knows how to make his mother happy and get the most pampering.

Before he had eaten and drunk enough, the other brothers and sisters could only watch from the sidelines.

The second strongest little ogre in the lair, jealous of Allen's special treatment.

once bared his teeth at him and launched a provocation.

Alan punched the idiot.

Knock out her baby teeth with a stone, and spurt blood all over her mouth.

Beat her to urinate incontinence.

Since then, no one in the lair has dared to bark their teeth at him.

The little ogre who was beaten was subdued by him and accepted as a dog.

Eren asked her to hit someone, and she rushed up and bit him.

If she survives to adulthood, she will have the honor of being one of Ellen's spouses.