Kevin picked up the two bottles of qi potion, and the system panel popped up, offering him a chance to use the merging lottery to combine the +E rank Earth grade qi potions into a higher tier.

“They weren’t going to sell, anyway. Why not take a gamble?” Kevin chuckled and confidently clicked on “yes.”

As soon as he confirmed, the bottles began to glow brightly in his hand. The glow intensified, making it challenging for Kevin to look directly at them. Suddenly, the two bright lights merged into one, briefly creating a miniature sun within the store. However, the brilliance quickly subsided, leaving behind a finger-sized bottle filled with glowing liquid.

Kevin eagerly picked up the bottle, noticing that it felt slightly heavier. Without a second thought, he checked its description.

[Item: Qi Potion

Tier: Immortal

Level: -D

Price: 2000 Omni tokens]

Kevin burst into uncontrollable laughter as he saw the price of the item. He now possessed something even more valuable than what he already had, and this time he could actually sell it without any restrictions. He knew how much Immortal rank qi potions sold for, and this was going to be a major boost to his business.

Suppressing his excitement, Kevin gazed at the remaining potions with a sparkle in his eyes. He eagerly picked up two more and began merging them together. He was determined to do this with every potion, even if some attempts failed. After all, he had already made a significant profit with just one and was willing to take the risk.

He went on a merging spree, treating it like a potion party. “Step right up, potions! Line up for the grand merging parade!” Kevin playfully announced, putting on an imaginary ringmaster’s hat.

To his utter delight, every single attempt succeeded! “I’m the potion master, the alchemist extraordinaire!” he proclaimed.

Luck was clearly on his side, and he couldn’t believe his newfound “alchemy superpowers.” “Move over, Merlin; Kevin’s in town!” he joked, reveling in the absurdity of his fantasy world.

With an air of anticipation, Kevin continued merging the lower-level potions one after another. To his amazement, every single attempt succeeded flawlessly. Luck seemed to be on his side, and he couldn’t believe his fortune as he gazed at the five glowing bottles in his possession.

With a triumphant smile, Kevin couldn’t wait to put these potent Immortal rank qi potions up for sale. The merging lottery had turned out to be an incredibly lucrative gamble.

Despite Kevin’s desire to use the potent Immortal rank qi potions for himself, the system didn’t permit it. Items upgraded or created with the system were not allowed for personal use. While he had the option to pay for their use, the staggering cost of 200,000 units made it impossible for him to consider.

With a sigh of resignation, Kevin decided to put the valuable potions up for sale. He knew that selling them would bring him a handsome profit, even though a part of him wished he could keep them for his personal cultivation.

As for merging the potions again, the thought didn’t even cross Kevin’s mind at the moment. He was content and satisfied with the impressive outcome he had achieved so far. The prospect of increasing their value further through merging didn’t seem necessary at this point. He might even lose all of them.

“Now what should I do?” Kevin pondered, leaning back in his chair and staring at the shop’s ceiling. The afternoon had been eventful, starting with his return from Venice’s house, where he spent the whole afternoon cultivating using the qi he obtained from her. Unfortunately, the scammer alchemist’s shenanigans had ruined his day. But now, things were looking up, and he had some free time on his hands.𝒪𝒱𝓵𝒩xt.𝗇𝓔t

Kevin scratched his head in mock confusion, looking up at the shop’s ceiling as if seeking divine guidance. “Hmm, decisions, decisions,” he mumbled to himself, as if he were contemplating the secrets of the universe.

He glanced out at the street, realizing it was already mid-evening. Thoughts of a short-haired woman appeared in his mind. “Ah, I think she usually comes home around this time,” Kevin mused to himself, remembering the potential company he could seek. Without hesitation, he dialed a number saved as “Booty Call 1.”

The afternoon had been a rollercoaster ride – from absorbing qi from Venice to dealing with that scammer alchemist. Now, here he was, with a peculiar urge to socialize, but alas, his usual go-to booty call seemed to be playing hide-and-seek with her phone.

However, after a few rings, no one picked up. Kevin tried again, hoping for a different outcome, but still no answer. With a resigned sigh, he pondered about who else he could contact for some companionship.

As he brainstormed, his thoughts drifted back to Venice. “Nah, better not wear her out completely, or I’ll need to hire a chiropractor for her,” he joked “Let’s see, Sia isn’t picking up, and I don’t have that redhead’s number, so that leaves me with no one,” he concluded with a playful shrug.

“Redhead, where art thou? A number lost to the realms of mystery!” he exclaimed dramatically, imagining a whimsical adventure to uncover her elusive digits.

With a resigned shrug, he finally accepted the fate of his current predicament. “Well, looks like it’s just me, myself, and I for tonight’s grand escapade,” he declared with a mock flourish, as if announcing a one-man show.

His eyes darted around the room, as if seeking inspiration from the objects around him. “Hmm, a talking potted plant? No, too crazy. A sentient mop? Nope, too messy!” he chuckled, amused by his own absurdity.

“It’s already evening, so no one will be coming here. How about a visit to the knocking shop to knock on some people’s doors, my friend?” Kevin proposed to his newly made friends, Peter Pots and Moping Joe. He stepped outside, wearing a mischievous grin, and began closing the shop with a sense of excitement.