Chapter 102: Deciphering the Ancient Slate

Images flickered through Hutson's mind in a rapid blur, his blood surging, his pulse hammering in his veins.

He shut his eyes, drawing in a slow breath before sinking once more into meditation, willing his turbulent emotions to settle.

Minutes passed.

After nearly ten, a sense of calm finally returned.

"Compared to most potions, this so-called side effect is barely an inconvenience. At worst, it just means spending a little extra time in meditation."

Overall, Hutson was more than satisfied with the Astral Elixir's effects. Meditation itself was a powerful tool for maintaining emotional equilibrium—given enough time, any restlessness could be suppressed.

Of course, there were… other ways to deal with such impulses.

But meditation was a necessity for him—an unshakable discipline. He had no intention of wasting two or three hours every day on distractions. It was simply inefficient.

Efficiency won.