The next morning, a groan escaped my lips the moment I opened my eyes. The bone-deep fatigue from my near-death experience in the trial lingered. Challenging it again in this state was out of the question. So, while my body recovered, I decided to start a new project. I opened the book on potions I’d brought down from the ninth-floor library. It’s a Potion Because It’s Hard The title was odd, but the book contained a list of basic potions and their recipes. Conveniently, the instructions were tailored to the equipment available in the Magic Tower.