【Level 3 Magic Shield Core (D)】
【Energy: 16920/30000】
【Function: A shield with a twenty-meter radius. It can resist S-grade magic attacks, but you must constantly inject mana to ensure the energy does not drop to zero, allowing it to withstand incoming attacks.】
【Description: A shield developed by a group of fanatics to counter the mana tide. It consumes a massive amount of mana.】
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The information on the Identification Glasses made Lan Qingyou’s brow furrow.
Seeing that the shield's energy consumption was nearly one point per second, she pressed her hand against the core and injected her own mana.
One point of mana converted into one point of energy.
In other words, the total capacity of thirty thousand energy points could provide the shelter with over eight hours of protection.
Given that a level 3 shelter’s shield core held thirty thousand points, a level 2 shelter’s should be twenty thousand points—lasting about five and a half hours—and a level 1 shelter’s would be ten thousand, lasting nearly three hours.
No wonder the world will said to upgrade the shelter as quickly as possible. This was the trap waiting for them.
However, based on this calculation, wouldn't the three days the world will mentioned require roughly 260,000 energy points, which meant 260,000 mana points?
Hiss—holy crap! This looks bad!
After a quick mental calculation, Lan Qingyou arrived at a staggering realization.
If this was truly the case, she estimated that not many people would survive.
After all, that was 260,000 mana points. With a natural recovery rate of one point per minute, there was no way anyone could keep up with the consumption.
But those basic materials also contained mana.
That could compensate for some of it, but she wondered how many would ultimately make it through.
Lan Qingyou found herself worrying for others.
More accurately, she was worrying for her grandmother, her uncle’s family, the people who had swindled her out of her money, and the person who had hit her with their car.
At the very least, they absolutely couldn't die before she had a chance to properly torment them.
Otherwise, who would she vent that dark fire burning in her heart upon?
Knowing she could survive by her own hands, Lan Qingyou understood clearly that she couldn't be a "good person," but she was certainly far from being utterly wicked.
As long as no one provoked her, she wouldn't vent her internal distortion on innocent people.
And so.
To vent her rage, she actually began to pray that her "enemies" wouldn't meet an early end.
After a moment of internal grumbling, Lan Qingyou floated down to the first floor, grabbed a +50 mana potion, and returned to sprinkle it over the core.
The potion acted like medical alcohol at room temperature, evaporating instantly.
The core’s energy increased by fifty points.
Perfect! Mana potions work!
Seeing that her potions were effective, Lan Qingyou’s tense expression finally relaxed.
“Don’t be afraid. I’m an alchemist. A little mana tide won’t hurt you!”
Her heart now at ease, Lan Qingyou stroked Steel Wool’s little head and spoke with a smile.
“Cheep! Cheep!”
As if it understood, Steel Wool finally relaxed significantly after being petted and sensing the calm radiating from Lan Qingyou.
The little guy had been shivering since the mana tide began, looking so small and helpless it inspired pity.
That was why Lan Qingyou hadn't let go of the little creature while searching for symbols or grabbing potions.
Now that she had a plan, Lan Qingyou decided to skip sleep entirely and brew mana potions through the night.
According to her calculations, even if she only made +30 mana potions, she would need about 8,666 of them.
That broke down to roughly forty-four batches.
She would need to produce about fifteen batches a day.
Fortunately, she had bought plenty of herbs earlier, and she had a steady supply of Spring of Rest from the Stone of Rest. Now, she just needed to buy more pots.
After taking out all the mana potions she had reserved and topping off the magic shield's energy, Lan Qingyou went to the first floor to find Shang Chuan.
As soon as she arrived, she heard the pinging of her friend notifications.
Opening them, she saw messages from all three of her friends.
Shang Chuan: “Do you have any extra mana potions on hand?”
Gu Xiaobei: “Big boss, do you have any more mana potions for sale?”
Li Huai: “How many mana potions do you have left? Name your price.”
Well, well. It seemed everyone had realized what was happening. Each one was smarter than the last.
Lan Qingyou ignored the messages from Gu Xiaobei and Li Huai for now and communicated with Shang Chuan first.
Lan Qingyou: “I need ten pots right now, at least twenty liters each.”
Shang Chuan: “How many people will the brewed potions cover?”
Lan Qingyou: “Fifteen pots per person. And that can only guarantee a level 3 shelter. The energy capacity of a level 2 shelter isn't enough to last until I finish brewing each day.”
Shang Chuan: “How long does one batch take?”
Lan Qingyou: “At least eight hours.”
Shang Chuan: “Can one pot produce two hundred potions?”
Lan Qingyou: “To be precise, every hundred milliliters of liquid yields one potion.”
Shang Chuan: “I’ll give you a hundred pots, forty liters or larger, for free. We’ll settle the price for the mana potions separately.”
Lan Qingyou: “Are you trying to kill me?”
Brewing a hundred pots a day meant a staggering twenty thousand potions. Even if she skipped steps like filtering and bottling due to the emergency, she would still have to stir a hundred pots.
Lan Qingyou couldn't even imagine it. She’d probably ascend to the heavens right then and there from exhaustion.
Shang Chuan: “These are desperate times. If we don't get through this, there won't be many people left in District 666. No matter how good your potions are then, there won't be anyone to buy them.”
Shang Chuan made a very good point; Lan Qingyou couldn't refute it.
So, she gritted her teeth and accepted the task.
For herself, and for the market.
Lan Qingyou: “Fine, you’ve convinced me. But you have to hold out on your end for twelve hours first.”
Shang Chuan: “I know. Are the herbs enough? If not, I can provide them for free. And water. Send me a list.”
Lan Qingyou: “I don't need water; I’ve already solved that. But I do have a shortage of herbs. I’ll send you the list in a bit. You need to wash the herbs beforehand, though. Otherwise, it’ll take too long, and I can't handle it all alone. Also, the price of the potions is doubling. And give me back all the attribute potions I gave you that haven't sold yet.”
Shang Chuan: “Deal. I’ll handle that.”
With that, Shang Chuan went to make the arrangements.
Only then did Lan Qingyou have time to reply to Gu Xiaobei and Li Huai.
Lan Qingyou: “I’m starting production now. I’ll send them over once they’re ready. We’ll discuss the price later. Trade with Shang Chuan in twelve hours.”
Li Huai: “Understood. If you need anything, just say the word.”
Lan Qingyou: “Stone slabs. I need five hundred stone slabs with fifty-centimeter sides. Like the ones from last time.”
Li Huai: “Got it. I’ll take care of it immediately.”
Lan Qingyou didn't know or care how Li Huai would get them; as long as he delivered, it was fine.
Lan Qingyou: “I’m starting production now. I’ll send them over once they’re ready. We’ll discuss the price later. Trade with Shang Chuan in twelve hours.”
Gu Xiaobei: “Does the big boss need anything?”
Lan Qingyou: “All-attribute gourmet food.”
After all, she was about to face a hundred pots. How could she manage without eating well?
Of course, Lan Qingyou wasn't just thinking about food; she mainly wanted to boost her stats. Even a one-point increase to each attribute, combined with her crude attribute potions, would result in a two-point gain.
Gu Xiaobei: “Okay, I’ll make the best for you. And for Steel Wool too.”
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