You can actually do handicrafts?

After a while, Viktor noticed that his mana bar still remained nine - tenths full. Eventually, he abandoned the idea of exhausting his mana, which was a rather energy - consuming pursuit.

This experience firmly convinced him that Veigar was indeed a god.

Veigar nodded in contentment. Perhaps Viktor's series of actions had managed to pique its curiosity. "This is truly fascinating. Should I have you repeat these actions a few more times? That way, I could delve deeper into the mystery behind your spell - casting."

Viktor, however, silently protested against Veigar's suggestion.

Observing Viktor's stoic expression, Veigar relented. "Alright, that's sufficient. Now, what are your future plans? Do you intend to remain in this backyard indefinitely?" Its deep - set eyes fixed intently on Viktor, as if determined to unearth further secrets hidden within him.

"I'm going to the market to purchase some items," Viktor replied indifferently. Meanwhile, the crow continued to perch stubbornly on his shoulder, showing no signs of taking flight.

"I'll accompany you to see what you'll buy," Veigar announced.

Upon hearing this, Viktor exhaled softly and summoned a servant to prepare the carriage.

....

Upon entering the store, Viktor was greeted by a dazzling array of materials. Without hesitation, he made his way directly towards a specific counter.

"What can I assist you with?" the shopkeeper inquired, promptly emerging to welcome the customer upon noticing his arrival.

Viktor gently tapped the table and said in a subdued tone, "I'd like a bag of each of the following thirty materials: lizard - dragon tails, harpy feathers, beetle shells..."

"Very well! You're a generous customer," the shopkeeper remarked, while meticulously counting all the materials Viktor had ordered.

"There are a total of thirty bags of various materials here. Would you like us to arrange delivery to your residence?"

The shopkeeper tapped the clerk and said sternly, "Don't ask. Given that he was wearing such a high - level storage ring, his identity must be of great significance."

What they didn't know was that Viktor didn't actually own a storage ring. The ring on his hand was merely a decorative piece. He had, in fact, placed the materials directly into his player - specific backpack, a move that even Veigar found perplexing.

Veigar spread its wings and croaked in Viktor's ear with its characteristic hoarse voice.

Viktor listened quietly, his entire focus fixated on the various items that could be crafted, which were flashing before his eyes.

He had purchased a substantial quantity of materials with the intention of creating the items essential for the early stages of the game.

According to the original game settings, every player, regardless of their class, has an extremely comprehensive and specialized synthesis book. As a player, Viktor could effortlessly access these synthesis options.

Viktor returned to his residence with all the materials, feeling content. He then made his way down to the basement of the mansion and rummaged through the corners, eventually uncovering a pile of glass bottles.

"What are you planning to do?" Veigar asked nervously from his shoulder. Its intuition told it that Viktor was about to embark on something unusual.

As it turned out, the god's intuition was spot - on. Viktor began to knead the various materials together with his hands, and a radiant light emanated from his palms. The crackling sounds grew increasingly louder.

"What are you doing? Stop immediately!" Veigar exclaimed, on the verge of losing its composure. It wondered if Viktor was perhaps attempting to make gunpowder in the basement.

But Viktor paid no heed to Veigar's pleas. Instead, he became even more engrossed in his task.

After a brilliant flash of light, the empty bottles on the table were filled with a red liquid.

Looking at the numerous healing potions, Veigar couldn't help but voice its complaint. "You're truly unlike anyone else. Making healing potions seems as perilous as making a bomb."

Viktor chuckled softly and, while looking at the pile of red potions, nodded slightly as he introduced them. "This is a Healing Potion. It can restore 300 health points in one use."

Indeed, the numerical representation of the item provided Viktor with a strong sense of reassurance.

Veigar's single eye fixed on the pile of healing potions, a faint blue light flickering within it. The red potion had a slightly dark tint; the deeper the red color, the more potent the healing effect.

Veigar hopped off his shoulder, flew to the table, removed a bottle stopper, and poured the potion into its mouth.

It felt a bit dazed, smacked its beak, and then looked at Viktor again. "Did you really create this potion by yourself?"

Viktor acknowledged it, yet Veigar sank into deep thought. "What's going on with this fellow? The potency and effectiveness of this healing potion are on par with the low - level healing magic of the Goddess of Healing. Could there be some latent divine power within him?"

After a moment of reflection, Veigar thought that Viktor having such an ability might not be a bad thing after all. Since it had already entered into a contract with him, to some extent, it now had a rather capable item - maker at its disposal.

Suddenly, Veigar proposed, "Do you consider selling some of these? Given their quality, you're bound to make a fortune."

Viktor shook his head in refusal. "These are for my personal use. I'm not short of money at present, so there's no need for that."

With that, his hands emitted a dazzling blue light, and he proceeded to create a batch of mana potions in the same manner.

Each time Veigar witnessed Viktor creating an item, it was filled with a sense of astonishment. The ability to create items with bare hands was beyond the reach of even a master - level item - maker.

Could it be that Viktor had awakened the extremely rare creation - type magic?

Veigar had initially been drawn to Viktor by his soul, but now, it found itself increasingly perplexed by him.

For a mage, mana potions were undoubtedly more crucial than healing potions. Although Veigar had the advantage of an infinite - mana - replenishing ability, Viktor was well - aware that there was likely a price to pay for its assistance, though he wasn't sure what that price might be. Thus, it was wiser to have some mana potions on hand. After all, self - reliance was often the best option.

Before long, a notification sounded: "['Manufacture' skill upgraded. Current level: LV2]"

With this skill - level advancement, Viktor ceased his potion - making. He noticed that several new items had appeared on his item - making panel.

He looked up at Veigar, who was perched on the table, and remained silent for a moment.

The crow seemed a bit flustered under his gaze until Viktor finally spoke. "You're a crow, right?"

Veigar responded with a puzzled "Huh?"

Taking advantage of the moment, Viktor deftly plucked a pitch - black feather from Veigar's body.

Now, he had [Magic - creature hair and six magic stones].

"Magic stones are required," he muttered to himself. He clearly recalled that magic stones were a scarce item. They had the capabilities of video - recording, word - storing, and could even be used to store magic. However, the magic power within them gradually dissipated over time. Some had attempted to use magic - filled magic stones as bombs, but to no avail. Magic stones were prohibitively expensive to produce. If one had the resources to obtain them, it would be more practical to create actual bombs instead.

After amassing all the necessary materials, he prepared to synthesize a new item.

The materials instantly transformed into liquid strands and melded together, solidifying rapidly before his eyes. The outline of a glove took shape, with several transparent magic stones embedded in it.

Before Viktor, a single - handed finger - less glove materialized.

The crow shuddered in surprise. "You can even synthesize equipment with your bare hands?"

Viktor ignored the crow's exclamation and focused intently on the glove. The transparent magic stones inlaid on it were crystal - clear and flawless.

[Mage's Hand]: A level - 2 crafted item. It has the capacity to store six different - attribute magics and can be activated instantaneously, allowing for cast - free spell - casting.

This item was an essential asset for mage - specialty players in the early stages of the game, as it could effectively deal with emergency situations.

Viktor channeled his magic power and began to inject various - attribute magics into the magic stones on the glove. Each time he infused a magic, the color of the transparent magic stone would change.

As he continued this process, the magic stones took on a spectrum of colors. Finally, he stopped.

Having witnessed this entire process, Veigar, no longer as astonished as before, inquired, "It can store multiple - attribute magics and requires no chanting? Such an amazing item. How did you manage to create it?" A glimmer of intense curiosity burned in its single eye.

Viktor simply shook his head in response. "Confidential."

"Most frustrating," Veigar grumbled. It was hard to believe that as a powerful evil god, it had to seek knowledge from a human. If word of this got out among its peers, it would surely become the subject of ridicule.

Viktor, on the other hand, chose to keep his secret because revealing his identity as a player and his unique item - making ability could attract unwanted attention from those with malicious intent. To safeguard himself, it was essential to remain discreet.

Just then, a voice announced, "Lord, Sister Gwen is here."