"So how do I go about this?" he muttered to himself, eyes fixed on the pages of the book.
He needed something that could heal him, but the problem was that there was no formula. The only formula available to him was the initial one from the mystic potion.
He couldn't just start tossing ingredients together and hope it turned out the way he wanted. If he was going to make a healing elixir, he needed a proper formula — one that actually worked and wouldn't end up killing him instead.
'I'll have to create the formula myself' he reasoned.
Just then there was a small knock on his room door,
When it opened it was his aunt wrapped in a towel.
"Auntie…?" Yohan scanned her body, eyes pausing on the cleavage.
"You see…" she was fidgeting around with her fingers, as she stuttered with a a red face "I was going to shower and I thought that you might need some help…"
A wide grin appeared on his face, "Sure, I'll be there shortly,"
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