Away from the chaos of online reactions, potion hype, and mounting interest in Mr. 'X,' Fenrir finally allowed himself a moment of peace to reassess his priorities.
Sitting in his lab, surrounded by empty potion bottles and ingredient bins, he looked down at his hands.
His stats were sky-high thanks to all the buffing potions and health boosters he'd taken over the past week, but his control still felt… off.
It wasn't a question of strength anymore.
He could obliterate most low- to mid-tier enemies without lifting a finger.
But control—true mana control—was a different beast. Especially when it came to fine-tuned work like cultivating sensitive plants, refining higher-grade potions, or creating mana reactors.
It wasn't enough to be strong. He needed to be precise.
"If I want to grow ingredients inside the dungeon, I'll need my mana to flow like a stream, not a flood."
He muttered to himself.
