Wizard:Start as a Potion Master

In the basement of a former Pasha estate, a ritual was underway. The dimly lit space was lined with mirrors, each precisely spaced 13 meters apart, with three candles burning before each one. A group of cultists sat in the center, faces alight with fervent excitement.

They chanted in unison, reciting a hymn that celebrated pain:

"Every soul is filled with pride and power;

We cry in agony, yet we never cower.

For in the realm of equality, freedom's dawn glows bright,

Where flames of joy dance deep in the night.

Suffering and despair transform into might,

Every soul seeks wings to take flight."

Six months ago, a mysterious woman riding through Maple Leaf Town had captured their attention. At the marketplace, she spoke of a land beyond this world, where equality reigned, unshackled by hierarchy or oppression. Her words resonated deeply with those who had suffered under the Pasha family's brutal rule.

The woman painted a vision of a perfect world—a utopia free from the tyranny of lords and knights. Enchanted by this promise, the downtrodden pledged themselves to her cause, forming a secretive cult dedicated to her ideals.

Now, under the supermoon's influence, the cultists' voices grew louder, and the flickering candle flames seemed to dance to their rhythm. In the mirrors surrounding them, shadows stirred—alien presences pressed against the glass as though eager to break free.

"Sacrifices... we need sacrifices," echoed a chilling voice from the mirrors. "Human whelps, bring us offerings. We need them to bridge the worlds."

At once, the cultists slaughtered three rams before the largest mirror. Cracks spiderwebbed across its surface as an otherworldly figure emerged from the void. The shadowy entity slashed at the surrounding darkness, its voice a mixture of disdain and glee.

"It has been over two millennia since we last graced this land. The sheep here are so plump, so ripe for the taking. And without the shepherds to guard them, we shall reign supreme!"

The being paused, its claw-like hands tracing the edges of the fractured mirror. "Why is the portal so narrow? Why can't I fully manifest? The supermoon's power… someone is siphoning it!"

The cultists knelt in reverence. One, his eyes shining with fanaticism, dared to address the being. "Master, when you enter this world, will you end the tyranny of the knights and bring us freedom?"

The entity chuckled darkly. "Of course. As promised by Chesya six months ago, we will bring equality... after a fashion."

It continued, voice growing menacing: "But you've erred. That wicked force stealing the moon's magic—it's him. That despicable power, a wolf among sheep, disrupts everything!"

The shadowy figure's frustration turned violent, its claws striking the glass with futile fury. The cultists, bewildered and frightened, began to bleed from their noses and mouths as the entity drew on their life forces to widen the portal.

"You insignificant wretches, your lives will suffice to open the way. I must seize this moment, for opportunities like this are fleeting. The time to taste this world has nearly passed."

Suddenly, the entity stilled. Its glowing eyes turned upward, gazing beyond the basement's ceiling. "He's coming," it hissed. "Do something, quickly."

In the castle's tower, Su Nan worked steadily on the Super Werewolf Potion. He used a blend of ginger powder, garlic paste, and powdered mystic stone to capture the supermoon's magic, condensing it into tangible strands of luminous energy that flowed into his cauldron.

However, a disturbance tugged at his senses. Somewhere in his domain, another ritual was competing for the supermoon's power, threatening to derail his delicate process.

Realizing the danger, Su Nan activated a newly developed potion—Ghostly Phantom. Smashing fifteen bottles at once, he unleashed a swarm of semi-transparent phantoms that fluttered around the room.

These phantoms, unlike higher-level spirit creatures, had minimal combat capabilities. However, the AI had deduced from prior experiments that they excelled at channeling lunar magic.

Under the phantoms' influence, the supermoon's magic coalesced in the tower, forming a powerful energy vortex. Su Nan chanted alongside the spectral swarm, amplifying the ritual's effects.

At last, the first bottle of Super Werewolf Potion was complete.

Pouring a base potion of Werewolf Curse Conversion into the cauldron, Su Nan watched as the mixture darkened to a rich black-gold hue—a sign of success. As he bottled the potion, a vision flashed before his eyes: a towering, three-meter-tall werewolf rose from the wilderness, its fiery, feral eyes locking onto him before unleashing a thunderous howl.

Raw power. Untamed fury. Unyielding dominance.

Su Nan held up the potion, showing it to Wolf One, who had been lounging in the corner. The massive wolf perked up immediately, its ears twitching as it bounded over with wagging tail, eager for its master's praise.

Meanwhile, in the cultists' basement, chaos reigned. The shadowy being in the mirror fell silent, its attention fixated on the castle.

"His wicked power is growing," it muttered. "What has he done to harness such darkness?"

The cultists, drained and panicked, begged for guidance. But the entity offered none. Instead, it merel

y whispered: "You've summoned not salvation, but your doom."