「One week later. The Alchemy Workshop.」
"Next batch! Hurry!"
Old Sam roared at the top of his lungs, sweat trickling down his oil-stained cheeks and quickly evaporating in the scorching air.
Beneath his feet, energy pipes forged from Mithril and mountain copper faintly glowed, channeling energy from the Ethereum Tower into the workshop's two "Morningstar III" alchemy devices.
Workers in uniform smocks operated in an assembly-line fashion. They fed preliminarily processed medicinal herbs into the intake port, pressed a Rune-marked button, and the device would automatically complete a series of complex procedures like grinding, extraction, and initial blending.
A task that used to take a senior alchemy apprentice half a day to complete now only required a literate worker ten minutes to operate.
"Finished product, number three hundred twenty-one!"
