Chapter 22: A Man’s Supreme Elixir!
Chen Fan dispersed the magic fireball and slowly stood up, the bones in his body letting out resounding cracks.
“Now then, it’s time to continue tallying the spoils.”
He connected his spiritual power to the first storage ring.
This storage ring held a space of 1,000 cubic meters—not a huge capacity.
Once cleared, it could be handed over for Queen Medusa’s use.
“As expected, nothing good inside.”
A quick scan revealed only a few sets of spare clothes and miscellaneous daily necessities.
Chen Fan took them all out, conjured a flame in his palm, and incinerated them without hesitation.
“Now then, what about this spatial pouch?”
Finally, he pulled out the spatial pouch obtained from slaying the enemy.
After performing a blood recognition to bind it, he continued probing its contents with spiritual power.
“Looks like he did manage to dig up a bunch of broken weapons and armor…”
No wonder that Western man had looked so envious when he found out about the dragon corpse.
He had come away with almost nothing of value.
Back then, Chen Fan had gained both a storage ring and a dragon corpse.
“Looks like luck really does matter.”
Chen Fan sighed with emotion.
They’d all been scavenging at the same junkyard, but while others picked up scraps, his haul had been bountiful.
He chose to have the system recycle everything directly.
Surprisingly, that alone earned him 500 points.
After that, he extracted all the clothes and daily items from the young man’s spatial pouch and incinerated them as well.
At last, Chen Fan discovered a treasure chest tucked into a corner of the pouch.
It was remarkably clean and gleaming, well-maintained.
It hadn’t been dug up from a junkyard.
Most likely, the Western youth had collected it long ago.
Chen Fan’s curiosity was piqued, and he summoned the chest.
It lay in his palm, heavy and solid, forged from some unknown metal.
The craftsmanship was exquisite, with barely any visible seams.
“Looks like there is a treasure inside.”
“Well, guess I got lucky!”
Seeing the fresh seal on the chest, Chen Fan’s curiosity deepened, and a smirk crept across his face.
That Western man had carried a treasure with him, yet still tried to rob him.
Now he’d lost everything—his life and his prized possession.
“System, help me repair this treasure chest.”
Chen Fan had studied sealing techniques back in school, but the seal on this chest was far more advanced.
Too lazy to break it himself, he chose to spend points and let the system reset it.
[“Ding. 200 points deducted. Repair in progress. Seal released.”]
The system’s prompt sounded, and a beam of white light fell on the chest. The seal was instantly broken.
“This white light is a cure-all…”
Chen Fan sighed in admiration.
The chest opened with a crisp sound.
Inside was a small booklet and a single bead.
But the bead… it was pink, and emitted a mesmerizing pink glow, full of fantasy and allure.
“I need to study this carefully…”
Chen Fan’s curiosity burned even brighter.
What kind of treasure could warrant such importance?
The young man had kept it close at all times and sealed it meticulously.
He closed the chest for the moment and opened the booklet.
It was sewn together with beast-hide scrolls and only had three or four pages.
“Good thing I’ve studied these characters before.”
Seeing the somewhat familiar writing, Chen Fan let out a breath of relief and began reading carefully, word by word.
Everyone had the same problem—too much to learn, too little depth.
Chen Fan was no different.
After all, he was learning foreign scripts and languages across worlds.
“Holy crap, so that’s what it is…”
“This is without a doubt—a man’s supreme elixir!”
No wonder the young man had attacked him so desperately, trying to snatch the dragon corpse…
After a long analysis, Chen Fan finally understood.
That pink bead was actually a type of elixir, but one tailored specifically to enhance male abilities.
After consuming it, a man could freely control his abilities—extend or retract at will, and even maneuver left, right, left, right…
However, simply consuming the pill wasn’t enough. It required ongoing training.
There was another effect—it could increase a man’s charm, particularly toward the opposite sex.
Most importantly, this pill was incomplete.
It still needed one final refinement step: soaking it in dragon blood!
“Who in the world created such an elixir?”
“What kind of experiences led to the invention of this thing?”
Chen Fan was genuinely curious. Across the myriad worlds, truly nothing was impossible…
And it could even go left-right-left-right… This genius was probably a transmigrator too, likely a shut-in otaku before crossing over.
“And that Western youth—how desperate he must’ve been. How little confidence he had in himself…”
Trying to take it from him? Chen Fan shook his head in disdain.
“A good thing —of course I’ll keep it for myself.”
“Looks like I’ll need to preserve some dragon blood too…”
Chen Fan chuckled, though his expression was a little… off.
Confidence was one thing, capability was another—but like the saying goes, more skills never hurt.
Between partners, a little creativity now and then… well, it’s a great way to spice things up.