Are you a craftsman as well?!! I never knew!

After a few hours, Victor, seeing that his mana bar was still 90% left, finally gave up on this mana-draining endeavor.

This time, he truly believed that Vega was a deity.

Vega nodded contentedly, perhaps satisfied by Victor's actions that had piqued its curiosity.

"Truly fascinating. Perhaps I should have you stay for a few more hours to further delve into the mysteries of your spellcasting."

Victor silently protested to Vega.

Seeing Victor's expressionless face, Vega dropped the matter.

"Alright, then. What are your plans now? Do you intend to stay in this backyard all day?"

Its deep eyes fixed on Victor, as if it still wanted to uncover more secrets from him.

"I'm going to the market to buy some supplies."

Victor replied nonchalantly, the raven still perched stubbornly on his shoulder.

"I'll continue to follow you and see what you'll be buying."

After hearing Vega's words, Victor let out a sigh and summoned a servant to prepare the carriage.

...

Victor entered the shop, his eyes scanning the dazzling array of materials. He walked straight towards a counter.

"What would you like to purchase?"

The shopkeeper, seeing a potential customer, rushed out to greet him.

Victor tapped the counter and said softly, "Lizardfolk tails, Harpy feathers, beetle shells... I'll take a bag of each of these thirty materials."

"Splendid! What a generous customer you are!" the shopkeeper exclaimed, meticulously counting the materials Victor had ordered.

"All these materials amount to thirty bags. Would you like us to have them delivered to your residence?"

Victor waved his hand dismissively and rubbed the ring on his finger. In an instant, the materials vanished into thin air.

The shopkeeper's grin widened even further upon witnessing this feat.

"Haha, you must possess some extraordinary treasures, my dear customer!"

"Do come again soon!"

As Victor departed, a shop assistant approached the shopkeeper inquisitively, "Boss, who was that fellow?"

The shopkeeper rapped his knuckles against the assistant's head, scolding him sternly, "Don't ask unnecessary questions! Someone with such a high-end storage ring must be of exceptional status!"

Little did they know that Victor possessed no such ring. The ring on his finger was merely a decorative piece. He had simply transferred the materials into his player-exclusive inventory, a maneuver that even Vega couldn't decipher.

Perched on Victor's shoulder, Vega cawed in its characteristically raspy voice, its words intermingling with the rustling of its feathers.

Victor listened intently, his gaze fixed on the array of craftable items that materialized before him.

The vast haul of materials was intended for crafting essential items in the early stages of the game.

According to the game's stated, every player, regardless of their class, possessed an extensive and specialized crafting book. As a player himself, Victor could effortlessly conjure up these schematics.

Content with his acquisitions, Victor returned to his abode and delved into the mansion's basement, retrieving a collection of glass bottles from various nooks and crannies.

"What are you up to?" Vega inquired apprehensively from its perch on Victor's shoulder, its instincts warning it that Victor was about to embark on another unpredictable endeavor.

The divine intuition was remarkably accurate. All it saw was Victor's hands gradually kneading various materials together, his palms continuously releasing brilliant rays, and the crackling sound growing louder.

"What are you doing? Stop it now!"

Weijia felt like he was going crazy. What was he doing in the basement? Making gunpowder?

Victor didn't listen to a word vega said, and instead became even more enthusiastic.

After a burst of strong light, the empty bottles on the table were filled with red liquid. Weijia looked at the large amount of healing potion in front of him and couldn't help but complain:

"You really are different from ordinary people. Making healing potions is as dangerous as making bombs."

Victor chuckled and nodded at the pile of red potions in front of him.

"[Minor Healing Potion]: Restores 300 HP at once."

Sure enough, the numerical representation of the item's concretization was the best way for Victor to feel at ease.

vega looked at the pile of healing potions on the table, a bright blue shimmer in his single eye.

The red potion was slightly blackened, and the deeper the red color, the stronger the healing effect.

vega jumped off his shoulder, flew to the table, uncorked a bottle, and poured it into his mouth.

He felt a moment of dizziness, smacked his beak, and looked at Victor again:

"Did you really make this potion yourself?"

Victor admitted it, but vega fell into deep thought.

"What's wrong with this guy? The intensity and effect of the healing potion are completely comparable to the low-level healing magic of the Goddess of Healing. Could this guy have some hidden divine power?"

On second thought, it might not be a bad thing for this guy Victor to have this ability. After all, he had already signed a contract with him, so he could at least be considered to have a fairly powerful prop maker at his disposal.

Vega suddenly turned to him and asked, "Why not consider selling some of them? With this quality, we could make a fortune."

Victor shook his head and refused. "These things are all for my own use. I'm not short on money, and there's no need for that right now."

His hands instantly burst forth with dazzling blue light, crafting a batch of magic potions as if by rote.

Every time he saw Victor crafting an item with his bare hands, Vega couldn't help but feel a little shock in his heart.

Even a master-level prop maker couldn't do it bare-handed.

Could it be that he had awakened a unique creation spell?

Vega had only been drawn to this human's soul, but now, he found himself increasingly unable to understand Victor.

As a mage, magic potions were certainly more important than healing potions.

Although Vega had a "cheat" that allowed him to cast magic infinitely, helping out wasn't something that came for free, and Victor had no idea what the price was.

Better to be prepared with some magic potions than to rely on others.

After a while, a voice rang out:

"Crafting skill upgraded. Current level: LV2."

With the breakthrough in level, Victor stopped crafting potions by hand and noticed some new items appearing in his item creation bar.

He looked up at Vega on the table without a word.

The raven felt a little flustered under his gaze until Victor spoke:

"You should be a raven, right?"

Vega: "Huh?"

Victor plucked a jet-black feather from its body as he wished.

[Magic creature hair and six magic stones]

"I need magic stones."

He still remembered quite clearly that magic stones were a relatively rare item that could record and store words, and even be used to store magic.

However, the magic in magic stones would gradually fade away. Some people had tried to use magic stones as bombs, but all failed.

Magic stones are extremely expensive. If you have that much wealth, it might be better to actually make a few bombs.

With enough materials gathered, he prepared to start crafting the item.

The materials instantly turned into a mass of liquid, solidifying at a visible speed, revealing the shape of a glove with several transparent magic stones embedded in it.

A single-handed, fingerless glove appeared before Victor.

The raven trembled again: "You can even craft equipment bare-handed, kid?"

Victor ignored him and just stared at the glove in front of him.

Several transparent magic stones were inlaid on it, flawless and clear.

[Mage's Hand]: Level 2 crafted item, can store six different types of magic, can be quickly activated, and released without casting time.

This item can deal with some emergencies and is a must-have piece of equipment for early game mages.

He used magic to slowly infuse the magic stones on the glove with various types of magic.

With each infusion, the transparent magic stones changed color.

As Victor continued to infuse various types of magic, the magic stones took on different colors, and he finally stopped.

Vega, who had witnessed this scene, was no longer surprised and said to him, "It can store different types of magic and doesn't require chanting? How did you manage to create something so good?"

The crazy blue flames flickered in its single eye, and Victor just shook his head at its eager request.

"Confidential."

"That's so petty."

Vega complained, never expecting that he, a great evil god, would have to ask a human for knowledge. If his colleagues knew about it, they would laugh him to death.

Victor, on the other hand, ignored him simply because his secret as a player could not be exposed.

Once his ability to craft items bare-handed was revealed, it might attract the attention of those with ulterior motives, and things would get complicated then.

Even for his own sake, he had to be more cautious.

"My Lord, Lady Gwen is here."