All MILFs are Mine-Chapter 48: Potion Crafter

Leon sat in the dimly lit living room, facing the old man. Scattered on the table before them were wooden bowls, iron spoons, and a glass beaker.

"How do I do it?" Leon asked, as he looked at old man with a bored expression.

The old man exhaled sharply. "We don't have much time. Pour the water into this bowl, crush the buds and leaves of the Trema tree, then mix them together." He paused, eyeing Leon carefully. "Do you know any heating spells?"

"No," Leon replied flatly.

A man rushed into the room, his face tense with worry. "Is it ready? There are only seven minutes left."

"No, we're still making it. Don't disturb us for the next five minutes," the old man said without looking up.

"Y-Yes, sir." The man swallowed hard and quickly retreated.

Leon reached for the Trema buds and leaves, but as soon as his fingers touched them, his eyes widened in shock.

'Wait... This can't be.'

He lifted the herbs to his nose and took a deep sniff.

Sniff

'This is cannabis no doubt... I can make weed out of this and sell it for so much money. I think... I just found a very good product to make some big money, Hehehehe.

This winter will be good.' Leon thought as an evil grin spread across his face.

"Kid, hurry up. We don't have time, what are you thinking about ? That kid will die." the old man spoke with a worried expression.

'Fuck him... Do you think, I care about him after finding such a huge thing ?' Leon thought as he looked at the old man but he maintained his composure.

"Right." Shaking off his thoughts for the moment, Leon placed the buds in the bowl and crushed them with force. A small amount of green liquid oozed out.

"Pour it into the water and stir until it glows light green," the old man instructed.

Leon carefully mixed the extracted juice with the water, watching as the liquid slowly shifted in color.

The old man muttered a chant under his breath, his hand hovering over the bowl. "Oh, Mother, bless my hand with your light."

As his fingers touched the bowl, the mixture began to heat.

"Stir," he instructed.

Leon grabbed a spoon and stirred quickly. Within a minute, the potion glowed a soft green, and a yellowish foam formed on it's top.

"What's that?" Leon asked with a confused expression.

"Impurities. Remove them carefully and pour the solution into the beaker," the old man said.

Leon skimmed off the foam and transferred the mixture.

The old man peered into the bowl and stiffened. His eyes widened. "Wait... You cleared all of it...? How did you do that ?"

Leon frowned. "What do you mean? Didn't you tell me to skim it off ?"

The old man hesitated before shaking his head. "But- I'll explain later. Just pour it into the beaker for now."

Leon did as he was instructed and poured it into the beaker with a neutral expression.

"Now, take this." The old man handed him a small vial of blue liquid. "Pour it in, but slowly—let it trickle down the sides of the beaker. If you rush, the potion will fail."

Leon took the vial and carefully let the liquid drip along the glass. As it met the green mixture, the potion pulsed with an even brighter glow.

The old man watched him closely, a shadow of something unreadable in his eyes. 'This kid... He's just like him...'

Leon glanced up. "What is this blue stuff?"

"Pure mana."

Leon raised an eyebrow. "And how do you make it?"

"Ten coppers."

"What?"

"Give me ten coppers, and I'll teach you."

"You—"

Before Leon could finish, the potion flared one last time before the glow faded entirely.

"...Did it fail?" he asked, puzzled.

The old man's breath hitched. "Y-You did it. On the first try..." His voice trailed off.

Before Leon could've reacted a screen popped up in front of his face.

[Congratulations! You have successfully learned the skill {Potion Crafter(F)}.]

[Name: Potion Crafter]

[Rank: F (S-Cap)]

[Proficiency: 1%]

[Description: A class based skill that can only be used by Alchemists to create potions with different traits and consistency. This skill can be upgraded as the user makes more and more potions.

While the skill is active, User will get +10% success chance while making same rank or above rank potions and +100% Success chances on any lower rank potions.]

[Mana: 10/Use]

[Cooldown: none]

As soon as Leon read the notification, A smile appeared over his face.

Suddenly man from earlier reappeared. "Is it done? The Chief is getting worried."

"Yes." The old man handed him the beaker, but before the man could take it, Leon activated his skill.

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[Name: Detoxification Potion]

[Type: Potion]

[Rank: E]

[Description: A Detoxification Potion. Once consumed, it removes minor poisons and magical curses from the user's body and mind, leaving them refreshed.]

'An E-ranked potion ?' Leon thought in his mind with a neutral expression.

"Come, kid. Let's see if it works." The old man led Leon out of the room.

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The Chief's room...

Inside, the Chief paced anxiously, his expression tight with worry. On the bed beside him sat a woman—red-haired, red-eyed, huge boobs, big round ass cheeks, her voluptuous figure wrapped in a red silk robe.

Leon's eyes flickered with recognition.

'Madam Olga... The mistress of the house. Innocent, Busty, and I don't know why, but she loves the fat pig's son.

The Fat Pig married her when her father failed to pay his debts. In this world, money really can buy MILFs.' Leon thoughtas he continued to look at Olga's cleavage.

Olga's shoulders trembled as she sobbed.

"Will the potion work?" she asked, her voice fragile.

The Chief sneered. "How the hell should I know? If it works, we'll see, stupid woman."

Leon's fists clenched. 'Who the fuck yells at such a beautiful MILF? I want to punch this pig in the face.'

Suddenly, a weak voice cut through the room.

"M-Mom...?"

Everyone turned. Jack, had opened his eyes.

"J-Jack! Thank the gods! My son, are you alright?" Olga rushed to his side, her hands cupping his face.

Jack blinked in confusion. "What happ—"

His gaze locked onto Leon, who stood at the foot of his bed, an eerie smile tugging at his lips.

Jack's face paled. "N-No..."

Leon raised a single finger to his lips. 'Stay silent, stupid pig.' His finger trailed down his neck in a slow, deliberate motion—'Or I'll kill you.'

Jack gulped.

"Son, who did this to you?" the Chief asked, stepping forward. "Tell me his name, and I'll make him pay."

Jack hesitated as he couldn't gather the courage to his name.

Leon's smile deepened. The silent threat lingered in the air.

"I-I don't know..." Jack stammered. "I was out of the village. Someone kidnapped me and left me in the forest to die... But I fought my way back."

'Good piggy. Now... I will use you to fuck your mother.' Leon thought as his smirk widened.

His eyes gleamed as they settled on Olga's boobs.

[Author: Don't ever try to make this potion at home.]