It actually worked?
Kael stared at the glowing potion in his hand, still in disbelief.
"I made a potion… on the first try?"
Not only had he successfully created a potion, but the system had rewarded him with a new skill. That meant he could now make more of these mana essence potions with ease.
Excited, Kael summoned tomatoes from his subspace and repeated the process. In just a few minutes, he had crafted several more vials each one glowing faintly blue, filled with dense mana.
"These could sell for thousands…" he muttered, staring at the neatly lined-up potions on his desk.
But then, a thought hit him danger.
If word got out that he could make potions that permanently increased mana, things could get ugly fast. Not all hunters were good people. Some were greedy. Some were cruel. And then there were the mafias. The really dangerous ones.
Still, he needed the money.
He remembered something the Black Fang Guild. One of the four major guilds in the country. They ran private auctions and handled high-value items anonymously, taking only a 3% commission.
Their guild master was Owen Gonzales, a 5★ Pyromancer and the fifth S-rank awakener in the Philippines. Currently level 180.
They had a reputation: efficient, discreet, and fair.
But just in case… Kael opened his status screen and allocated his stat points.
+15 Strength
+15 Endurance
+20 Agility
+20 Defense
[Status Window]
Name: Kael
Level: 4
Titles: Dimensional Rift Owner, Great Farmer
Profession: Farmer ★1
Mana Rank: F (98.389 / 98.389)
Attribute Points: 0
Strength: 18
Endurance: 17
Agility: 22
Defense: 22
Passive Skills: Subspace Storage, Seed Sense
Active Skills: Nurture [F], Harvest [F]
"A well-balanced build for survival," Kael nodded to himself. "Still no attack skills, though…"
After changing into a hoodie, face mask, cap, baggy jeans, and sneakers, Kael stored 10 mana potions in his subspace, leaving one behind just in case.
[Subspace Inventory]
Cherry Tomatoes: 580,980 pcs
Mana Essence Potions: 11 pcs
He hailed a cab and headed for City 1, formerly part of Rizal province now the new capital of the Philippines, ever since Manila had become too dangerous due to water-type monster invasions.
Kael arrived at Black Fang Guild HQ, a sleek, high-rise building that towered with 80 floors of modern architecture. Inside, the place was buzzing with activity hunters coming and going, armored personnel, and staff in black uniforms.
As he entered, a woman wearing a suit at the reception noticed him and walked over.
"Good afternoon, sir. Are you here to sell or buy an item?"
Kael nodded. "I have something special… but I want to stay anonymous."
The attendant raised a brow. "Special how?"
Kael leaned in slightly. "A potion. One that permanently increases Mana… by 50 points. I have 10 vials ready."
The attendant blinked. "P-permanent increase? You mean like… mana pool?"
Kael simply nodded.
"Please, follow me."
He guided Kael through a separate corridor and into a private VIP room soundproofed, clean, and minimal. A glass table sat in the center.
"We'll check the item here, sir," the attendant said. "Just to verify. If it's real.
Kael opened his subspace and gently took out the 10 glowing vials, placing them on the table. The room lit up faintly with blue mana light.
The attendant gasped, her eyes widening in disbelief.
"Th-this...! This is the real deal! A single potion increases mana permanently by 50… and there are ten of them?! That's 500 mana in total!"
Her hands trembled as she pulled out a sleek communicator from her coat.
"Please stay here, sir," she said, her voice shaking. "I need to inform our Vice Guild Master immediately."
High above, on the 18th floor of the guild headquarters, Vice Guild Master Simeon Gomez sat silently in meditation, he received a phone call, he tap his phone and answered.
"Sir someonr selling a potion that boosts mana permanently… and not just one, but ten."
His eyes snapped open.
He didn't wait for another word.
With a blur of motion, he vanished from his seat and shot down toward the first floor like a phantom.
Before the attendant could even return to Kael, the door to the VIP room swung open with a quiet click.
Kael looked up in surprise.
A tall man stepped in, dressed in sleek black. His presence was silent but heavy sharp eyes, controlled breathing, the kind of aura that could kill a man with just a stare.
Simeon Gomez had arrived.
"Who made the potion?" he asked flatly, he look around the room.
What he saw was..
A mysterious man, hoodie and mask on, was apparently selling a potion no one had ever seen before.
Simeon approached the VIP room calmly, but with sharp eyes.
Inside, Kael stood up as the door opened.
"Hello," Simeon said, offering his hand. "I'm Simeon Gomez. Vice Guild Master of Black Fang."
Kael shook his hand, trying his best to deepen his voice. "You can call me… Potion Guy."
"Potion Guy, huh?" Simeon smirked. "Fair enough."
Kael continued, "I'm just here to sell. Someone else made the potions. I'm just delivering and negotiating."
"I see," Simeon nodded, clearly not buying it but respecting his choice to remain anonymous. "And you're offering… all ten?"
"Ten for today. I can supply more every three days, if the price is right."
Simeon picked up one vial. The mana inside shimmered like liquid starlight. It was real. Powerful. He estimated each one could go for $10,000 or more on the market.
He personally needed this. Assassins burned through mana fast, and his own reserves weren't keeping upersonall when raiding high level dungeons.
"Yeah sounds good I'll agree to 10 thousand each bottle, I would sell you a thousand every week"
"You've got a deal," Simeon said. "We'll take them all."
"Great," Kael replied.
"One thing though… do you have a Hunter's Bank account?" Simeon asked.
Kael shook his head. "Not yet."
Simeon turned to an assistant. "Rosie, help him set one up. Use an alias. I need to report this to the Guild Master."
"Yes, sir."
She turned to Kael. "What would you like your Hunter alias to be?"
Kael grinned under his mask. "Strongest Hunter."
"P-pardon?"
"I want my account name to be Strongest Hunter," he repeated, holding back a chuckle.
"…Okay, sir." She smiled politely.
She walked off to the next building the official Hunters Bank, operated by the Global Hunters Union. No real names. Just nicknames. Secure and private.
Kael waited in the VIP lounge, sipping the free iced coffee they served.
Thirty minutes later, Rosie returned with a sleek black bank card.
He scanned the QR code.
$50,000 had already been deposited.
Kael's eyes widened.
He just earned fifty thousand dollars.
Normally, it would've taken him five months or more to make that much money hauling corpses. But now… all from a single potion deal.
Then it hit him.
The deal wasn't over he still had to deliver 1,000 bottles.
And each potion vial cost $50 to produce, since it required special bottles crafted for Alchemist-class potions.
Kael quickly placed an order for 1,000 glass vials from the Black Fang Guild. Each one cost exactly fifty dollars.
So that fifty grand?
Gone.
In an instant.
"...My money," Kael muttered. Just like that, fifty thousand dollars had vanished before he could even enjoy it.
The order was delivered straight to the VIP room at the guild. Kael immediately stashed the entire shipment into his Subspace Storage, then rushed back home.
The moment he arrived, he opened his laptop.
He typed up a short email and hit send.
Subject: Resignation
To: HR Department
Body: resignation document.
"No more corpse handling for me," he said, stretching his back with a smile.
Kael got to work.
From 10 AM to 10 PM, he didn't take a single break. He stood in his room, focused entirely on potion-making. The air shimmered faintly with mana. Glass clink.
By the end of the night, he had finished 1,000 mana potions.
It had taken 250,000 cherry tomatoes a Week full harvest from his rift farm.
Tomorrow, he would deliver them all.
And if the price was right… he'd be ten million dollars richer.
He collapsed onto bed and drifted into the deepest sleep he'd had in months.
The next morning, his alarm blared.
Kael ate breakfast with his family eggs, garlic rice, and coffee. His little brothers laughed at the morning cartoons. His mom asked how work was going.
He smiled but didn't say much.
How could he explain that he was on his way to earn millions?
He arrived at the Black Fang Guild with same type of outfit to conceal his identity, he wore the same hoddie again.
Rosie, the receptionist recognized him, greeted him warmly.
"Good morning, Mr. potion . Right this way."
He was escorted once again into the VIP room.
Within minutes, the door burst open. The vice guild master entered, nearly tripping over himself in excitement.
"Mr. Potion Boy!" he exclaimed. "Thank you! I want to buy the entire batch directly from you not through the guild!"
Kael blinked. "Wait, really?"
"I'll pay extra double the price. Just sell it to me directly."
"…Aren't you the vice guild master of Black Fang?"
The man scratched his head, laughing awkwardly.
"Yes, technically. But truthfully, even as a vice guild master, I'm not that strong. I'm thirty years old and only Level 140, A-rank mana. That might sound good, but compared to other major guild vice masters? I'm way behind."
He looked Kael dead in the eyes.
"Your potion will helped me fight better than I ever have. It gives me a real chance to catch up. So I'll offer you double the guild price twenty million for the batch."
Kael hesitated. "Shouldn't your guild know about this? I mean… I already have a deal with them."
"Don't worry. I am the vice guild master. If I get stronger, our guild benefits too. So technically… it's still a guild investment."
Kael smiled.
"Alright, deal. I'll bring another thousand bottles tomorrow."
"Excellent!" the man said, shaking his hand eagerly.
He pulled out his phone and transferred the money on the spot.
[Ding!]
Hunter Bank Notification
Deposit Received: $20,000,000.00
Sender: Vice Guild Master, Black Fang Guild
Kael stared at the screen, stunned.
"Twenty million… in a day…"
He couldn't believe it.
No amount of years hauling corpses would've made him this rich.
And yet here he was.
The F-rank Farmer who'd just made more money than most seasoned hunters.