Yohan spent the night at a cheap motel, then headed straight to the college the next morning.

He'd already contacted an old high school classmate, Anthony, so a room had been arranged for him ahead of time.

The door pushed open, and the both of them stepped inside. It was a small studio apartment, but it looked decent. A neatly made bed sat in the corner, and the floors were clean.

The room had a simple desk, a wardrobe against the wall, and a small kitchenette by the window. Nothing luxurious, but comfortable enough for a few nights.

"Normally I'm not supposed to give out this room to non-students," the short guy with thick black hair said. He stretched out his hand, clearly waiting for the money. "But we go way back, so I'm doing you this favor."

Yohan pulled out a few bills and handed them over.

"You said we go way back, and you're still charging me like this?" Yohan sighed.

"It's the normal amount I take from all new tenants," the guy said, already counting the cash. "And I'm only managing the place. If I reduce it, I might lose my job."

He shoved the money into his back pocket, trying to make it look effortless but failing.

"What are you even doing here anyway? Are you thinking of enrolling?" he asked as he closed the door behind them.

Yohan didn't think twice before answering. "Yeah, that's why I'm here."

"Okay… Yohan," he said, hesitating. "You're not hanging out with those guys anymore, right?" Unease was written all over his face.

Yohan immediately knew who he meant, Freddie and his crew.

"Of course not. I left those assholes a long time ago."

"Alright then," he said, relaxing a little. "If you need any more help, just let me know. My room is right next door."

He opened the door and was about to step out when he added, "There's a party happening later. A few of our old classmates are going, so you should come along."

"I'm not so sure," Yohan replied. "I've got a few things I need to take care of."

"Don't be like that. You're not in high school anymore. Imagine all the girls we could get—especially now that you look so much better than before."

He gave Yohan another look and shook his head. "Honestly, I almost didn't recognize you at first with how much you've changed."

Yohan chuckled. "I didn't really change that much."

"Nope. You look like an entirely different person. Back then you were like a wet chicken, and we were almost the same height. But now? You look even better than Freddie."

"If we take your car, all the girls will be lining up to give us their numbers. I might finally be able to lose my virginity."

"Wait, Anthony… aren't you about to enter your third year?"

"Yeah," he said, puffing out his chest a little, proud of the accomplishment.

"Then how are you still a virgin?" Yohan asked, genuinely concerned.

"Let's not talk about that… just be ready by seven," Anthony said quickly, stepping out and shutting the door behind him.

Back in high school, they used to daydream about the pretty girls like they were treasures far out of reach. Anthony always believed college would be his time to shine—that he'd finally get all the girls he wanted.

'But I guess life doesn't always work out the way we expect it to,' Yohan thought.

Anthony had been a victim of Freddie's abuse. Every day, Freddie and his crew took turns bullying him. He was small and couldn't defend himself, so they made his life a living hell.

They did all sorts of things to him—including taking his lunch money, even though Freddie clearly didn't need it.

During that time, Yohan would sneak away to buy snacks for him, and the two of them would sit together, eating and talking about anime and girls.

That was how they bonded and eventually became friends. Anthony learned about Yohan's own situation, so he understood that even though Yohan walked around with Freddie, he wasn't anything like them.

Yohan sighed then sat on the chair, he winced as the pain from his arm reminded him of his fractured bone.

"I need to find a way to treat this," he pulled out the items he had bought on his way to the school.

They were supposed to be used in making the Mystic potion, but now he was going to use it to create a healing elixir instead.

'Actually, I'm still going to make the potion. Then dilute it in water'

So he began and in under a few minutes he was done.

The first time he took the potion, it improved the state of his body to an unrealistic extent. So if he wanted that same result but a lesser version this was the right way to go.

But this logic also came with its own risks. This potion wasn't meant to be taken twice by the same person if not it could actually kill them.

'if I add too much, then this is the end for me'

He allowed a drop to fall inside a small bottle of water. It was a tiny drop but as he continued to shake it, the water turned purple.

Seeing this Yohan swallowed hard. The water changing color meant that it was still very potent.

"But there's no chickening out now…" he told himself before he downed the entire bottle.

Immediately after he finished he fell from the chair and passed out.

He laid on the floor for hours before finally waking up to a knock on the door,

"What…?" When he opened his eyes the world around him was disoriented and he was covered in sweat. It took a few seconds before his vision became sharper.

He got up and went to the door,

"Hey are you ready, it's already a few minutes after seven,"

Yohan was surprised to see that Anthony was now in a completely different attire. He glanced out the window to see that night had already covered. It was then he began to understand just how many hours had passed.

"Yohan, why is your shirt soaked?" Anthony wondered, "is it because you are scared to go to a college party?"

"How would I be scared of something like that, I was just… busy,"

"With a woman?" Anthony asked excitedly, trying to peek into the room.

Yohan quickly raised his hands, blocking the view and hiding everything spread out on the table.

"There's no woman," he said frantically.

"Oh…" Anthony's voice dropped with disappointment.

"I thought you said you couldn't move your arm," he added casually.

That was when Yohan realized he was lifting his broken arm without feeling a single bit of pain.

'That means it actually healed me!'

"So, are you coming with me?" Anthony asked.

Yohan snapped back to reality. "Just give me a few minutes," he said, then shut the door.

The moment it clicked shut, a sharp, burning sensation shot through his chest.

'uh… what is this?'

The pain kept rising, forcing Yohan to clutch his chest with both hands.

'Am I actually going to die?' he thought as he slid down the door, his legs giving out beneath him.

'It… feels like my chest is about to explode'

The pain climbed to its peak—sharp, burning, unbearable—then vanished just as suddenly as it had come.

Yohan stayed on the floor for a few more minutes, breathing hard as he tried to steady himself.

'That was a close call. I really thought I was going to die'

Even now, faint ripples of the pain lingered inside him.

'I shouldn't have drunk that whole bottle…' He finally pushed himself up and brushed the dust off his pants

'At least now I know—if I'd only taken a little bit, I probably wouldn't have even passed out'

He had drunk the entire bottle because he wasn't certain about the dosage. But after that experience, he realized there was no need. A single shot glass would have been more than enough to heal his arm.

That thought only made him realize just how potent the original potion had been. Once again, he found himself wondering: What exactly is this book, and where did it even come from?

The thought lingered in his mind as he cleared the table.

He exhaled, relieved that he had managed to pull it off before removing the cast. He tested his arm, moving it around carefully—there was no pain at all.

After a quick shower and getting ready, he stepped out of the room, prepared to meet Anthony.

Anthony had already gotten to his feet. "Are you ready?" he asked.

"Yeah, sorry for taking so long."

"No problem," Anthony said with a grin. "Just promise to share the numbers you get with me. I already have a plan for how I'm going to get the girls after."

"There are a few in particular I want you to help me with—very sexy girls. I'm telling you, we're going to have a blast," he added, practically vibrating with excitement.

Seeing his enthusiasm, Yohan couldn't help but think back to their high school days. Nothing ever got Anthony more worked up than talking about girls.

'but he was always too shy to actually approach them. Maybe I should actually help him out this time'

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