The underground laboratory.
As he looked around the dream incubation room of the Fun Research Lab—looked at the gigantic incubator standing in the center—Kwak Jegang’s eyes trembled.
But the countdown had already begun.
A low-quality recorded melody and a bright, cheerful shout.
[10! 9! 8!]
“What do I know? Are you telling me to spill everything I know about a potion manufacturing device?”
I looked at him without saying a word.
[7! 6!]
“No, haha. Potion manufacturing? I may have seen it once when I joined the company, perhaps? But even if you demand that of someone like me, a researcher focused on sourcing raw materials. Unreasonableness may be part of the charm of darkness, but this is….”
Kwak Jegang’s movement stopped.
“……Wait a minute.”
His voice trembled.
“That couldn’t possibly be that, could it?”
Not from fear, but from excitement.
[5! 4!]
A mad gleam sparked in the eyes of someone who had realized it.
“It’s a prototype potion machine!”
The countdown stopped.
But Kwak Jegang’s mouth did not.
“A version without quality restrictions on production! Ah, I’m not especially passionate about Baekilmong potions, but potion manufacturing devices are a different matter, haha….”
A smile spread across Kwak Jegang’s face.
“Wasn’t it derived from darkness? And that thing is the original device they brought out from the darkness!”
……!!
“And it’s right in front of my eyes! If you’d just shown it to me, I’d have testified to anything without going through all this!”
He muttered as if licking the dream incubator with his eyes.
“Where in the world did you procure it? If it produces Wish Tickets, then it must be an Abyss-grade darkness—what Ghost Story did it come from? I don’t know which superior is doing something like this, but do you have room for one researcher? I’m tight-lipped and a specialist…