MMORPG: Rebirth as an Alchemist-Novel

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Ren let out a low whistled at the Old Hag's ATP. He would like to store all her spells and skills if only they didn't require thousands of MP to cast.

Ç’ T H E O L D H A G

H A R U S P O L L A C H ‖

Location: The Great Valley

Description:

"The Progenitors of Witchcrafts"

When the world was young, and Giants and Gods ruled the world, the Magic were slaves to these beings. Seceding from their compatriots, the giantess believed that Magic is sacred and only they should use it.

To this day, The Hag Giants and their descendants are known as the progenitors of witchcraft.

Haruspollach is the descendant of The Hag Giant. Dangerously aggressive against authority in any form, this Hag wields formidable 'old magic' that defies reason or explanation.

Haruspollach is frustratingly whimsical and exceedingly cryptic. She is an ancient master of alchemical Magic. She brews potions fit only for the deranged and desperate.

Your wish, she would comply . . . for a prize.

‖ A T T R I B U T E ‖

HP: 500 000

MP: 200 000

STRG: 20

DEF: 200

MDF: 250 +100 [Domain Bonus]

INT: 1000 +100 [Domain Bonus]

AGL: 50

LCK: 100

‖ D A M A G E

R E S I S T A N C E S ‖

â’¶ All Magical Damage

‖ D A M A G E

I M M U N I T I E S ‖

â’¶ All Status Effects

‖ C O N D I T I O N

I M M U N I T I E S ‖

â’¶ All Condition Effects

‖ W E A K N E S S ‖

â’¶ Physical Attacks

‖ S K I L L S & S P E L L S

Passive Skill:

â’¶ Brewing Smell

While Haruspollach brews potions, the smell can be easily detected throughout the entire area, causing hallucinations, nausea, and dizziness.

â’· Cauldron of Wonders

Haruspollach carries around a magical cauldron on her back from which she brews magical concoctions.

As a bonus action of her every turn Haruspollach can create one potion within the cauldron from the following.

â—’ Bev-Rage. A creature that drinks this potion enters berserk mode for one minute.

When the duration of the effect is finished, the creature dies of exhaustion.

â—’ Frobscottle. A creature that drinks this potion doubles its speed for one minute.

When the duration of the effect is finished, the creature's speed reduces to half.

â—’ Parting Gift. A creature that drinks this potion has its body altered to become a volatile explosive for one minute.

When the creature dies, its body explodes in a ten-meter radius.

â—’ Vitamix. A creature that drinks this potion is cured of any diseases, status effects, and gains HP.

â’¸ Weird Magic

Spells and magical effects produced by Haruspollach are immune to spells and magical effects from Devine Magic.

Active Skill:

â’¶ Innate Spellcasting MAX

Haruspollach can cast the following spells, requiring no casting time or material components.

â—’ Charm

She can Charm creatures with a LCK lower than her.

Last for one minute

Cost 10 000 MP

â—’ Flesh to Stone

She can incapacitate creatures with a LCK lower than her.

Last for one minute

Cost 10 000 MP

â—’ Acid Arrow

Can throw arrows that deal magical attacks

Cost 5 000 MP

â’· Alchemical Grenade MAX

:: Haruspollach hurls magical potions at a space where her eyes can see, which explodes upon impact on a solid surface within a hundred-meter radius.

:: The effects of the potions are unknown, but one thing is for sure . . . only death awaits on the other end.

:: Cost :20 000 MP

â’¸ Forbidden Magic LV. 4

:: Haruspollach hurls blasphemous ingredients into her cauldron, offering it to her ancestors to conjure ancient forgotten, and forbidden magic enough to kill the Gods.

:: The intensity of Magic is dependent on the level of Forbidden Magic.

:: Cost :40 000 MP

‖ E N D ‖

"Tell me . . . are we going to kill that thing?" Ragnar asked to no one.

Kill it? Ren shook his head. Of course not! He needed the Old Hag to live until he became an Alchemist!

Ren's attention was on the Old Hag's treasures. The Old Hag's lifestyle demanded she carried countless medicinal and all sorts of ingredients, many of which were extraordinarily rare or brewed by her own designs.

Her items were valuable to any practitioner of magical Alchemy, but the true gem of the Old Hag's collection was her giant cauldron.

The Cauldron of Wonders . . . Ren skimmed his jawline.

The first thing he needed when he became an alchemist was a cauldron. The Cauldron of Wonders allowed an Alchemist to mass produce potions with startling efficiency, provided they had the requisite skills.

"No. We won't do that," Ren firmly said. He needed the Old Hag to live.

But first, he also needed Orakh and Draki to live.

Ragnar flicked his eyes at Ren. "Then, can we outrun it?" he liked that idea than facing the Old Hag. Her stats weren't something they could defeat at the moment.

Ragnar didn't know about the Orcs, but as a player, they weren't a match against the witch. He only hoped that the Orcs wouldn't engage the Old Hag.

Or did they already engaged it? A sweat broke on his back and face.

"Outrun it?" Ren's head tilted to the side. "Maybe."

"Stop playing words and tell us what to expect so we'll prepare for it."

"Relax. Just follow the event, and everything will be fine."

"I don't want to be cannon fodder," Ragnar muttered, and Ren laughed a little.

"You won't." Not now, at least.

Shifting their attention to the Old Hag. She hefted a giant cauldron upon her back, spooning the noxious chemicals within using an equally oversized ladle. Her voluminous robe hid an entire pharmacy of medical components, most of which were dangerously experimental.

The Old Hag used her impressive skills in alchemy to test the effects of her potions on others, gathering desperate 'patients' of all species eager to benefit from the Hag's Magic.

To the Old Hag, there was nothing more satisfying than exploring the potential found within natural ingredients, even if the result was agonizing death.

Many Orcs fell prey to her hands. And some souls voluntarily sacrifice themselves to her experiments in the promise to fulfill their wishes.

"Are you here to fulfil your hearts desires?" The Old Hag asked, tone varying in degrees but cringing in the ears nonetheless.

The Orcs reacted violently, and they all pointed their weapons at the witch.

"Get back, Hag! We know that nothing comes out good in making any deals with you."

"You take advantage of the desperate. You brainwashed and promised the impossible to your victims, and in the end, all of them died."

The Old Hag snickered. "I'm not taking advantage of the desperate but allowing them a chance to live a life of greater purpose."

Then her eyes narrowed at Ren, and Evie hid behind the former without thought. The Old Hag's opaque eyes and creepy smile were frightening, and this was coming from her, who wasn't easily frightened.

"How about you, dears? Do you want to be the version of yourself that you want to be?"