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Auran's body suddenly convulsed. Before anyone could react, he shifted violently to his side, dry heaving twice before a sudden belch of grotesque purplish-black gunk flew from his mouth. He vomited again and again, his body unable to contain itself. All of his muscles contracted at once as though the sole purpose of his body was to violently heave again and again.

"Auran?! Auran!"

Kira wanted to rush forward to help, her tears still streaking down her face, but she was stopped by the other Ancestors.

"This is a good thing," Ancestor Alvaro said with a peculiar expression.

While it looked like Auran's situation had only gotten worse, the fact he was throwing up such foul material meant that his body was actually actively purging itself.

For those who didn't quite understand Force Pill Crafting, this was still quite novel. But to those that did, it was absolutely shocking to the greatest degree. This was akin to the difference between medicine and a vaccine. Aina's pill wasn't just curing Auran, it was giving his body the tools it would need to survive this poison should he ever encounter it again.

Normal detoxification pills might target the poison and neutralize it, then over the next several moments to even days, weeks and even years, the now benign poison would be slowly excreted through normal waste removal procedures.

However, the effects of Aina's pill were strong and immediate, and it could be seen that it was using Auran's body as the engine to drive the change. This was fundamentally on a different level. To not only medicate an illness but to give one the power to counter it… And to do it with a poison she had only just come in contact with…?!

The shock was strong and immediate. The Ancestors of the Omann family were stunned silent.

There was only one grade of pill that could do this.

Due to Aina's odd refinement method, it had been difficult to tell. Unlike with Crafts, there were simply too wide a range of possibilities for Force Pills. One could exhibit their skill in anything from culinary skills to potion making, all the way to the creation of actual pills. Due to the wide range, it was difficult even for experts to grasp the methods of another taking a different path from them immediately.

they were absolutely

Life Grade Crafter, it had two. And both of

three of them, and two of them were on the side of the

Force Pill Crafting, and the methods of refinement tended to change on the day-to-day basis

a Life Grade treasure was able to be a single cohesive unit, akin to a creation of the universe itself,

person who consumed it. In

most immediate and shocking

the demons into Force Pills that caused permanent and foundational changes to Leonel's body, this was also an example of

strength was easy as a Force Pill Crafter, but improving one's foundation and reworking efforts they had accumulated in

person was akin to a holy grail. These sort of pills could build armies, they could make up for weaknesses… They could

much strength and potential at her

suddenly skyrocketed to the top of every list imaginable. Even the likes of Cynthia had never been able to compare, even at her height. The difference was large and obvious,

Crafter, the Life Grade of Force Pill Crafting had evaded her grasp for countless decades now. She

of this matter was

gain Aina as well? The value of such a thing was beyond

all of this was the fact

the past, their documented experiences were all there for their future generations to benefit from. The Spiritual Religion also benefited from such a thing, not to mention the

had guided

she likely had were things that the others had probably never even heard of. Setting aside

designed for the future generation of leaders had been co-opted by a young woman who wasn't even among the Heirs. She could have very well created her own force. Just on the virtue of her status as a Force Pill Crafter, leagues of people would flock over

many couldn't help but feel annoyed. How had this

know much about this poison, but he most definitely did. He could feel that his tolerance toward it had shot way up, and on top of that, he was already in tip-top shape. If it wasn't for the fact his muscles were a bit sore from the contractions and his Force had yet to be replenished, he would even say that he

"Who… How?"