105 Two years part 3

Max continued concocting the fire compatibility potion. It was torture. Max enjoyed the most when he blew himself up to death. This way it did not hurt at least, but most of the time he was not lucky. Most of the time his hand was torn off, sometimes he would damage his torso or his face but will not die because of his sturdy physique. It was retarded. It was one of the cases when Max was not happy to be this good at surviving those explosions. He was like a cockroach that could not die. He was tired of killing himself all the time. He was also getting more and more grumpy. He saw how the future alchemists were doing and it really gave him cancer. He could not get what was getting him more triggered, him getting blown up or the different retards doing some horrendous shit with the potions. From around 30 people that were studying under him only one got how to make the materials into powder in an ok level. Generally Max would even say that this was not so good, but seeing how all other people were cutting those materials like they were cooking some soup Max just gave up and got his minimum passing standards down to the minimum. The young guy named Davis did the cutting to powder well but his control over the temperature was dogshit. He was controlling the temperature like a housewife cooking some stuff. It was retarded. This guy increased and decreased the fire like crazy. And he got some kind of soup of shit in the end. That exactly what Max said to him at the end and told him to control the fire better. "What the fuck are you doing? You are not a house wife, increase and decrease the fire by a bit. It is not a soup. It is a potion. You need to be gentle. Like you touch your girlfriend." Max said.

Davis got a little shy and said: "I don't understand, your highness. I don't have a girlfriend yet."

Max sighed and said: "So find one and then you maybe understand what I was trying to say. Just be more gentle. Look after the potion like you take care of a fragile flower."

When Max saw that Davis was showing the same expression he just exploded: "Don't tell me you don't care after fragile flowers! WHAT THE FUCK!??!?! Just be more gentle. more gentle. That's it. What I meant was a metaphor. You don't need to do it physically. You need to imagine and get the point. Now try again."

Max did not wait for anyone else and just went to fight the level six bot because he was fuming. He was afraid he would blast those people to death by a feet of rage. He did not want to get to this situation. Those people just started learning. They were not at fault. At least not at fault for now.

Max was losing it because he was getting blown up a lot of times every day all day. He did not even know how much his hand was torn off his body until now. He was getting a slow progress in the concoction process. He was at the third stage of the nine right now. Sometimes he was getting unfocused or did a small mistake that obliterated part of his body. After that he was looking at the different people that were trying their best, but it was looking at some retards try and study art or philosophy. Those people were just doing crazy shit. After some time other people started to come and the people that Max saw that they tried to do alchemy like home cooking were just sent to study Metallurgy and try their luck at blacksmithing because sometimes Max was just losing it when he saw how the materials were prepared. It was retarded. Max hoped they could find themselves in blacksmithing at least. Every one of those people were given a lot of resources to get them to this level and Max wanted a return for his money. For now it was a sad sight to see. Max got the point that people needed nimble hands to get good at alchemy. After thinking more about it Max asked Valeria to send him more women to the alchemy course. Max was puzzled why he got only men, but after seeing Valeria's gaze when he asked her to send more women he sighed and explained her that women are more nimble with their hands and had more chances to get good at alchemy. After Valeria agreed and left Max sighed. Who could think that she would send him only men to not get into some relationship with more women. Max generally did not care. If he would want to be with multiple women no one will stop him. He wanted to talk about it with Valeria when he will be more relaxed so he wont lose his shit over some stupid dispute that might occur.

This way years passed at the simulation. After around ten years Max was finally getting something done in terms of his potion. He was still doing a failed product but he was not getting blown up all the time like before. It made him more relaxed. He talked about his needs with Valeria. He explained to her that now he don't look for more women, but if he will want to it he will do what he need to do. Valeria was a little sad, but she agreed. Max was happy he got that from his chest. It is not good to get a women that have access to your private parts mad. It could backfire in the most extreme way. That's why Max was direct. A lot of the people that were sent to blacksmithing course were successful in different degrees. It was way more simple process where you could do more mistakes and they did not affect your results much like it did in alchemy. They were dozens of blacksmithing apprentices in the system grading. In term of the empire they were on a level of a master blacksmith. Max was happy by now with his blacksmiths, but he had only two alchemist that could create all three basic potions on a low level and around ten people that could do at least one of those potions. Max was dissapointed, but he got the fact that alchemy was way harder then he thought. Those people were creating the potions they could for the country and the potions they did off job were selling for huge sums of coins. Most of the people that succeeded and survived Max's scolding were commoners and the status of those that succeeded skyrocketed. They earned so much money and gained so much fame that people were just trying to get on their best side from all around the country. Even people from outside the country were coming for the potions. Max got a tax for people outside the country of 100% of the price, but it did not really help. Now Yin Yang country sold more potions that the alchemists in the capital of the empire. The blacksmithing of the weapons and armors were also impressive. They were also very popular and Max also taxed those products for outsiders but only for 50% because the amount of products released. The citizens were happy that their king gave the citizens more preferential treatment than outside nobles. Max's country was slowly rising to fame and it caused a big influx of money and problems.