With only ten minutes remaining, all eleven other groups had finished their potions. The alchemists were still focused on Group 12.

The potions they created began to produce results gradually.

Maizen Tyren was beginning to feel uneasy at this point. This was due to the fact that the Group 12's potion was much more finished than expected.

‘What's that… Where did you get that recipe?’

Given the quality of the recipe, it was fair to say that it was mediocre. Not only the drawing skills, but even the hand movement while dealing with tools was also close to that of a beginner.

However, without wasting a single second of time, all four members of the Group 12 shared their respective roles and continuously accumulated results.

In addition, this situation was unexpected, even to me, who was leading the experiment.

‘What are these guys? Why are they so good?’

Even Eisel, who hardly knew the original story and remained close to the lead role, was ignorant.

However, Edna, who was watching the scene, knew.

In the original version, those Group 12 members succeeded in making a similar Tyren Zeus Potion Type B without the involvement of the character Baek Yu-Seol, which was me.

Of course, it was made similarly, but the outcome was a colossal failure. It could not be completed not only because of the time constraint but also because the proper formulation method could not be found.

‘By the way, how did he get that recipe?’

Edna recalled the original Romance Fantasy novel.

Eisel, who brought the incorrect material because Maizen Tyren purposefully did not announce it, was desperate and attempted to make a Tyren Zeus Potion with the materials she had on hand and completed a plausible Type B.

… However, the problem, in the end, was that it was at a plausible level. Maizen Tyren was embarrassed, but eventually disqualified Eisel due to the incompleteness, and then brought her unfinished potion to his laboratory and conducted his own research.

That completed the Tyren Zeus Potion Type B.

In other words, it was an invention that Professor Maizen Tyren had stolen from the future Eisel.

‘By the way, did they make it?’

Bubble! Bubble… Boom!

A halo burst out with a proper ductile reaction, and a small glass bottle was filled with a purple-coloured liquid.

Tyren Zeus Potion Type B.

Finally, it was finished.

“Oh oh…..!”

“Wait a minute, I’ll check it out immediately.”

“Huh, this guy. I’m a little behind in the analysis.”

“Okay……”

An alchemist from the Alchemy Tower stepped forward and touched the potion. At the bottom of his hand, the soft speck of light rolled around and penetrated the potion from bottom to top.

“Um, umm. well… I see. Mixing it up like this… It’s unique and creative. It’s great.”

“Hey, what do you think?”

After a while, the alchemist opened his eyes and brought another group’s finished product that was placed on the lab table next to him. It was also made with Maizen Tyren’s recipe, so it could be said that perfection was the highest on this one.

“Certainly! It's still incomplete and there’s a tendency for over-consumption of materials, but we can fix it later. This is…….”

The alchemist glanced at Maizen Tyren’s countenance and concluded.

“… Better than Professor Maizen Tyren’s potion. It also works a lot better.”

Professor Maizen bit his lower lip at those words.

‘Are these gentlemen senile? What kind of nonsense is this!’

'Does it mean my invention is at best inferior to the potions made by students on the spot? It’s terribly uninteresting, and a no-brainer joke.'

“Give it to me!”

“Sure. You’d better check it out yourself.”

The alchemists handed over the potion to Maizen without a hitch. And, he had no choice but to put on an astonished expression.

‘What …!'

Because this potion undoubtedly contained a technique unique to Maizen Tyren, in which the technology of extracting nutrients from demon and replacing them with human vitality was applied.

In other words, nothing could stop them from calling it a Tyren Zeus Potion Type B.

‘How the hell…!'

Even the Tyren Zeus Potion was the result of years of research. It meant that it could never be completed by simply bringing any material.

Unbelievable. He couldn’t admit it.

How could he set aside the results he’d achieved through years of hard work with better results obtained on the spot?

This was ridiculous. Professor Maizen Tyren’s eyes turned red as if they were about to burst.

“This…….”

He tried to reproach me. He felt like he would feel better if he vented.

However, it was not possible.

“It’s not enough for an A+, it’s not a level of creativity that students can think of.”

“Hey, this guy. When I was a kid, I made something even worse than this.”

“Tsk tsk. It’s amazing when it comes to kids these days.”

“That’s true again.”

Since the alchemists were pouring in favourable reviews, Maizen had no choice but to keep his mouth shut.

There were many excuses to lower the score.

‘Disqualification because they couldn’t prepare the original ingredients properly.’

‘Disqualification for failing to create the original assignment.’

‘Simply disqualified.'

As the professor in charge, there were countless ways to forcefully lower the score… But… to call all the alchemists from the Alchemy Tower and do such a rude thing?

It was never going to happen.

“Oh, this one. Shouldn’t Professor Maizen be evaluated after this? You made a better portion! Haha! Don’t be angry. I’m kidding, I’m kidding.”

“What do you say? Professor Maizen, you taught so well! The disciple has already studied your potion and has brought you such an excellent finished product.”

Everyone knew this. The Alchemists of the Alchemists Tower also knew that Professor Maizen had, quite often, fucked up in this way whenever there was a student he didn’t like.

So, it was sarcastic.

‘Now that you’ve been hit like this, why don’t you get a hold of yourself?’

It was disgraceful, and anger rose to the tip of his chin, and the veins in his eyes came red and alive but he gritted his teeth so hard that his jaw hurt.

“……Group 12, passed.”

Soon, his acceptance notice, which seemed to have been forced out, echoed.

“Ugh…”

“Whew….”

“I did it, I did it…”

Eisel and the students slumped to their seats as if they had fainted. In the meantime, only I was waving my potion with a confident expression.

As if I knew this would happen.

[Professor Maizen Tyren’s Dark Magic Contamination progress has increased.]