All MILFs are Mine

Chapter 48 - Potion Crafter

Leon sat in the dimly lit living room, facing the old man. Scattered on the table before them were wooden bowls, iron spoons, and a glass beaker.

”How do I do it?” Leon asked, as he looked at old man with a bored expression.

The old man exhaled sharply. ”We donʼt have much time. Pour the water into this bowl, crush the buds and leaves of the Trema tree, then mix them together.” He paused, eyeing Leon carefully. ”Do you know any heating spells?”

”No,” Leon replied flatly.

A man rushed into the room, his face tense with worry. ”Is it ready? There are only seven minutes left.”

”No, weʼre still making it. Donʼt disturb us for the next five minutes,” the old man said without looking up.

”Y-Yes, sir.” The man swallowed hard and quickly retreated.

Leon reached for the Trema buds and leaves, but as soon as his fingers touched them, his eyes widened in shock.

ʼWait... This canʼt be.ʼ

He lifted the herbs to his nose and took a deep sniff.

Sniff

ʼThis is cannabis no doubt... I can make weed out of this and sell it for so much money. I think... I just found a very good product to make some big money, Hehehehe.

This winter will be good.ʼ Leon thought as an evil grin spread across his face.

”Kid, hurry up. We donʼt have time, what are you thinking about ? That kid will die.” the old man spoke with a worried expression.

ʼFuck him... Do you think, I care about him after finding such a huge thing ?ʼ Leon thought as he looked at the old man but he maintained his composure.

”Right.” Shaking off his thoughts for the moment, Leon placed the buds in the bowl and crushed them with force. A small amount of green liquid oozed out.

”Pour it into the water and stir until it glows light green,” the old man instructed.

Leon carefully mixed the extracted juice with the water, watching as the liquid slowly shifted in color.

The old man muttered a chant under his breath, his hand hovering over the bowl. ”Oh, Mother, bless my hand with your light.”

As his fingers touched the bowl, the mixture began to heat.

”Stir,” he instructed.

Leon grabbed a spoon and stirred quickly. Within a minute, the potion glowed a soft green, and a yellowish foam formed on itʼs top.

”Whatʼs that?” Leon asked with a confused expression.

”Impurities. Remove them carefully and pour the solution into the beaker,” the old man said.

Leon skimmed off the foam and transferred the mixture.

The old man peered into the bowl and stiffened. His eyes widened. ”Wait... You cleared all of it...? How did you do that ?”

Leon frowned. ”What do you mean? Didnʼt you tell me to skim it off ?”

The old man hesitated before shaking his head. ”But- Iʼll explain later. Just pour it into the beaker for now.”

Leon did as he was instructed and poured it into the beaker with a neutral expression.

”Now, take this.” The old man handed him a small vial of blue liquid. ”Pour it in, but slowly—let it trickle down the sides of the beaker. If you rush, the potion will fail.”

Leon took the vial and carefully let the liquid drip along the glass. As it met the green mixture, the potion pulsed with an even brighter glow.

The old man watched him closely, a shadow of something unreadable in his eyes. ʼThis kid... Heʼs just like him...ʼ

Leon glanced up. ”What is this blue stuff?”

”Pure mana.”

Leon raised an eyebrow. ”And how do you make it?”

”Ten coppers.”

”What?”

”Give me ten coppers, and Iʼll teach you.”

”You—”

Before Leon could finish, the potion flared one last time before the glow faded entirely.

”...Did it fail?” he asked, puzzled.

The old manʼs breath hitched. ”Y-You did it. On the first try...” His voice trailed off.

Before Leon couldʼve reacted a screen popped up in front of his face.

[Congratulations! You have successfully learned the skill {Potion Crafter(F)}.]

[Name: Potion Crafter]

[Rank: F (S-Cap)]

[Proficiency: 1%]

[Description: A class based skill that can only be used by Alchemists to create potions with different traits and consistency. This skill can be upgraded as the user makes more and more potions.

While the skill is active, User will get +10% success chance while making same rank or above rank potions and +100% Success chances on any lower rank potions.]

[Mana: 10/Use]

[Cooldown: none]

As soon as Leon read the notification, A smile appeared over his face.

Suddenly man from earlier reappeared. ”Is it done? The Chief is getting worried.”

”Yes.” The old man handed him the beaker, but before the man could take it, Leon activated his skill.

[Name: Detoxification Potion]

[Type: Potion]

[Rank: E]

[Description: A Detoxification Potion. Once consumed, it removes minor poisons and magical curses from the userʼs body and mind, leaving them refreshed.]

ʼAn E-ranked potion ?ʼ Leon thought in his mind with a neutral expression.

”Come, kid. Letʼs see if it works.” The old man led Leon out of the room.

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The Chiefʼs room...

Inside, the Chief paced anxiously, his expression tight with worry. On the bed beside him sat a woman—red-haired, red-eyed, huge boobs, big round ass cheeks, her voluptuous figure wrapped in a red silk robe.

Leonʼs eyes flickered with recognition.

ʼMadam Olga... The mistress of the house. Innocent, Busty, and I donʼt know why, but she loves the fat pigʼs son.

The Fat Pig married her when her father failed to pay his debts. In this world, money really can buy MILFs.ʼ Leon thoughtas he continued to look at Olgaʼs cleavage.

Olgaʼs shoulders trembled as she sobbed.

”Will the potion work?” she asked, her voice fragile.

The Chief sneered. ”How the hell should I know? If it works, weʼll see, stupid woman.”

Leonʼs fists clenched. ʼWho the fuck yells at such a beautiful MILF? I want to punch this pig in the face.ʼ

Suddenly, a weak voice cut through the room.

”M-Mom...?”

Everyone turned. Jack, had opened his eyes.

”J-Jack! Thank the gods! My son, are you alright?” Olga rushed to his side, her hands cupping his face.

Jack blinked in confusion. ”What happ—”

His gaze locked onto Leon, who stood at the foot of his bed, an eerie smile tugging at his lips.

Jackʼs face paled. ”N-No...”

Leon raised a single finger to his lips. ʼStay silent, stupid pig.ʼ His finger trailed down his neck in a slow, deliberate motion—ʼOr Iʼll kill you.ʼ

Jack gulped.

”Son, who did this to you?” the Chief asked, stepping forward. ”Tell me his name, and Iʼll make him pay.”

Jack hesitated as he couldnʼt gather the courage to his name.

Leonʼs smile deepened. The silent threat lingered in the air.

”I-I donʼt know...” Jack stammered. ”I was out of the village. Someone kidnapped me and left me in the forest to die... But I fought my way back.”

ʼGood piggy. Now... I will use you to fuck your mother.ʼ Leon thought as his smirk widened.

His eyes gleamed as they settled on Olgaʼs boobs.

[Author: Donʼt ever try to make this potion at home.]