Chapter 33: Chapter 33 - Universal Enhancements
Experiencing the skill "Flame Elementalization," Asmodeus noticed four small bottles lying before him. Three potions for a constant increase in mana and one elixir for enhancing his physic.
Without much hesitation, Asmodeus took the Small Body Strengthening Potion in his hands, drank it, and sat on the bed in his room, awaiting the effects. The wait wasn't long; after a couple of minutes, Asmodeus felt as if the blood in his veins began to simmer. Yet, it wasn't an unpleasant sensation; rather, it was akin to sitting in a luxurious Finnish sauna while someone stoked the heat.
After 15 minutes, the sensation subsided, and Asmodeus realized that the process of fortifying his physique had concluded. Before checking his stats in the system and examining his body, he decided to take a shower. The stench was unpleasant, and impurities accumulated over years of life, reminiscent of Chinese novels from his past existence, washed away with his sweat.
Returning from the shower, Asmodeus inspected his body. While he had always stood out for his height at his age, now, if not for his youthful face, he could easily be mistaken for a "beach bodybuilding" class competitor. Every muscle line was sharply defined, and fat on his body was almost nonexistent. He reverted to the physique he had before entering this world, but now, this body was only 14 years old, indicating that the potential for natural growth was not yet exhausted.
To be honest, his current appearance resembles that of a 16-year-old athlete. His face has matured, though not as significantly as his body. Moreover, it hasn't aged; it has grown, turning him into a young man rather than a tall child.
Although explaining such a transformation to Hermione and the elders might be challenging, he'll simply mention experimenting with a potion for physical enhancement that went awry. "Alright, that's done. Looks like it's time for you," he said, eyeing the mana bottles.
Athena: "???" - "My master has gone mad, talking to bottles."
Ignoring Athena's puzzled look, he took all three bottles and consumed them in one go.
Oddly, the familiar warmth didn't follow as before. Instead, he felt as if a spring breeze was gently blowing over him. When Asmodeus sensed the potion's effects had worn off, he shouted, "System, display my stats!"
"Ding, current host's statistics:
1. Combat Power: 37
2. Health: 150/150
3. Mana: 1550/1550
4. Strength: 26
5. Agility: 22
6. Intelligence: 35"
"Wow, a real improvement, and even combat power has increased."
"1550 mana is sufficient for full-fledged combat in elemental state and provides a reserve for magic usage," Asmodeus muttered.
"System, display Athena's stats."
"Ding, Athena (Wyvern):
Lineage: Wyverns, with a high threshold for peak combat power and potential evolutions, 20% of lineage potential is currently activated.
1. Combat Power: 7
2. Health: 50/50
3. Mana: 100/100
4. Strength: 11
5. Agility: 25
6. Intelligence: 7"
"You've become stronger without doing anything," he said with a smile, patting the now larger Athena. If he could easily hold her like a cat before, now it's not just challenging to lift her; she's simply too big to pet while she's in his arms. Athena is now a wyvern the size of a large dog, not yet as huge as a horse but definitely not small.
Well, when Athena grows to the point where she can't walk around the castle, I'll move her to Elysium. In any case, I'll be spending a lot of time there, thought Asmodeus.
Ah, I need to talk to the old man today...
He remembered that since the new generation of wizards would need "wands" or, as he decided to call them, magical weapons, he had to find people who could craft them.
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1:30 PM at the Hogs Head Inn
"Oh, here comes our irresponsible director!" shouted Grindelwald with a glass of wine in hand, surrounded by several teachers of the future academy.
"You're the irresponsible one; I've given you everything you need for construction - resources, finances, knowledge, and even found students in advance!"
*Sound of a cough*
Grindelwald coughed at such a harsh response.
"Alright, folks, we didn't gather here today to point fingers, especially since Grindelwald is to blame. We're here to decide what to do about the fact that incoming students will also need to buy magical weapons, cauldrons, robes, and so on. And in Diagon Alley, there won't just be a lack of space for all the incoming students, but also not enough goods and shops..." said Nicolas.
Grindelwald: "I sense undisguised malice..."
"Nico, who do you think among your students can manufacture magical weapons?"
"Most of my students are either dead or working on their inventions, but they have children willing to learn the technique of crafting magical weapons and get to work. They are also willing to sign a contract with the academy as a priority client and an unbreakable non-disclosure agreement about the method of crafting magical weapons outside the family, But they also want to become something like Ollivander's family with his wands."
"I believe their conditions are quite justified, but the problem is that one family won't be enough…"
"Hahaha, don't worry, my student turned out to be very prolific. He has 25 grandchildren, and they have good family relations, so they'll have enough people."
"What's your student's name?"
"Hugh Benishu. He's working on studying alchemical runes and their interaction with electricity, aiming to transform Muggle tools... Sadly, he hasn't figured out how to make a TV work with magic yet. It became his obsession after seeing a TV in a Muggle store."
"Nico, do you think he needs financial investment or any assistance? I see potential in his research."
"Who do you think I am? Although I don't bury him in gold, what he learned from me is enough for him to live comfortably for the rest of his life. Once a month, he produces some alchemical tools and sells them; he has no money problems at all, and resources for his research are delivered for a fee from the best sources."
"Cough, cough, alright, don't get nervous, you're old. I just wanted to help him."
"Hmm," Nicolas grunted dissatisfied.
"So when can we meet his grandchildren? Are they arriving soon?"
"They're already here, waiting in the guest room."
"Then let's go meet them."
Ascending the stairs and opening the door, Asmodeus saw the true meaning of the phrase "strong seed" that John Arryn from the world of ice and fire once mentioned. Twenty-five men who looked almost identical – short black hair, unremarkable appearance, dressed in dark blue jackets... as if he had stumbled upon a clone factory.
"Here, the grandchildren of my student. From left to right: Albert, Baptiste, Veronique, Gabriel, Damien, Giselle, Gerard... and so on."
"Uh, good day, everyone. As I understand, you're ready to take on the task of crafting magical weapons for incoming students at my Academy?"
"Yes, Mr. Morningstar, on the condition that the Benishu family receives exclusive rights to manufacture magical weapons in Europe."
"To be honest, if you had said in England and France, I would have agreed immediately, but we're talking about all of Europe. Are you sure you can handle such a load? People from all over the world are now enrolling in the academy, and there are many compared to the previous number of wizards. What if instead of 5000 weapons, as it is now, you have to make weapons for 50000? Do you really think you can keep up with the demands of buyers?"
Upon hearing Asmodeus's words, they all slumped a bit. They hadn't thought about the possibility of not being able to cope with future demand; they were merely trying to grab as big a piece as possible.
Seeing this, Asmodeus continued, "Let's do this: I'll grant your family exclusive rights to open an alchemical forge right at the Academy, and I'll give you the best spot on the trading street near the academy. You can also advertise your alchemical forge as approved by Elysium Academy. Also, your family will sign a contract for the out-of-turn production of weapons for Morningstar family members— three weapons per year. Don't forget, I'm providing you with the complete method of manufacturing magical weapons. After that, you'll have to research and improve your knowledge and methodology of production. And I don't commit to not disclosing the basic technique of making magical weapons. I'm giving it to you first; the rest depends on your efforts! Well, are you in agreement?"
"We agree, but on the condition that the Morningstar family or the academy prepare a contract similar to Hogwarts with Ollivander. That is, weapons will be sold to people from low-income families at the academy's expense."
"Alright, so be it."
"Deal!"
Asmodeus shook hands with each member of the Benishu family.
"You can approach Grindelwald to get a place for opening the forge in the academy; I'll inform him. As for the branch on the new trading street, we'll discuss it in a month when it's finished."
"Okay!" The 25 men said in unison. Asmodeus thought his ears might start bleeding.
"Well then, when should we make an unbreakable vow?"
"Yes. Mr. Flamel will be the witness."
So, half an hour later, Asmodeus returned downstairs to Grindelwald, and the Benishu family headed back to France to inform the elders of their actions. They would return to England in a couple of days and begin mass-producing magical weapons for incoming students. Spears, swords, staffs, axes, and so on…
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