God-Tier Extraction Talent: Reincarnated in a Game-like World! Chapter 560: Demonic Sect

Gabriel remained silent after hearing the offer.

Behind the mask, his eyes lowered slightly as he pondered the possibilities with great care. To request power would be futile, as he already possessed the capability to grow stronger at a pace unimaginable to most.

A Level 200 Paragon was certainly remarkable.

Extremely remarkable.

Nevertheless, Gabriel could already sense that his own path would eventually eclipse it, provided he survived long enough. In truth, that was an understatement; he had already surpassed the Paragon in terms of sheer strength.

He also dismissed the notion of inquiring about the tomb itself.

The alchemist had already confessed his limited knowledge regarding it, and Gabriel was already in possession of the memory shard from the ancient knight. Compared to vague explanations, the shard was undoubtedly far more valuable.

The spectral projection floated nearby, observing his contemplation. Unlike before, it refrained from immediate interruption, perhaps desiring to ascertain the true nature of the person Gabriel was.

After several moments, Gabriel finally spoke.

"Provide the complete formulas for these."

The projection exhibited a slight frown.

Gabriel opened his inventory, displaying several item windows before the hovering figure. The luminous blue panels cast reflections upon the dusty shelves and the flickering light of the projection.

[Elixir of Recovery (x12): Instantly restores all HP. Three uses per vial. Cooldown: 10 minutes.]

[Essence Reforge Pill (x3): Allows a one-time redistribution of all your stats.]

[Flame Core Extract (x5): Increases fire affinity by 10%. Permanent.]

[Moonlight Dewdrop (x4): Grants +15% mana regeneration for 48 hours.]

The projection froze outright. Its eyes widened gradually as it scrutinized the displayed item descriptions. For the first time since its appearance, the haughty demeanor had completely vanished from its countenance.

"You..." it uttered, moving closer abruptly, its translucent hands extending towards the windows despite the inability to physically interact. Its expression grew increasingly disturbed with each passing moment it read.

"Where did you obtain these?" it demanded suddenly.

Gabriel's gaze remained steady behind his mask. "You recognize them."

"Recognize them?" the projection retorted sharply, turning toward him. "These are no ordinary concoctions. The Elixir of Recovery alone should have been beyond the capabilities of modern alchemists to reproduce accurately."

Its voice escalated.

"The Essence Reforge Pill recalibrates stat allocation directly by stabilizing life essence. Even in my era, only a select few could refine it without fatally harming the user."

Gabriel's eyes narrowed slightly.

The reaction far exceeded his expectations.

The projection now drifted restlessly around the table, clearly agitated by what it had witnessed. Even the ethereal flicker around its form had become unstable once more.

"And the Flame Core Extract..." it continued, its gaze fixed on the item window. "Permanent elemental affinity enhancement without damaging the elemental veins? Preposterous."

Gabriel leaned casually against the stone table.

"So you can recreate them."

The projection immediately adopted an offended stance again.

"Naturally, I can recreate them," it replied with a sharp tone. "Do you take me for some common street vendor of pills?"

Its eyes returned to the floating windows.

"No..." it murmured, quieter this time. "The true query is how you possess these formulas in the first place."

Gabriel offered no immediate response.

A part of him considered fabricating a story, but the futility was apparent. Even if he attempted deceit, the projection would likely lack the comprehension to fully grasp it.

Ultimately, however, he elected to be truthful and straightforward.

"I acquired them within a tomb in the Valerian Kingdom."

The projection regarded him for several long seconds before murmuring, "It makes sense. I doubt such knowledge is prevalent in your current era."

Gabriel neither confirmed nor denied this statement.

The projection eventually let out a sigh and rubbed its forehead with one hand. "Very well. Since you have utilized your question wisely, I shall provide an answer."

A luminous light materialized above the stone table.

Several lines of text rapidly began to form in the air, each detailing ingredient names, temperature stages, refining sequences, temporal intervals, and vital Qi balancing requirements. Gabriel's eyes sharpened instantly as he meticulously committed everything to memory.

The formulas were extraordinarily comprehensive.

Even minute details, such as breathing rhythms during refinement and the precise moment of elemental equilibrium shift, were included. It felt less like receiving a recipe and more like directly absorbing the mental processes of an ancient master.

The projection continued its inscription while simultaneously speaking.

"The Elixir of Recovery necessitates Crimson Root Grass matured for at least two centuries. Anything younger will result in an unstable restoration effect and cause internal system overload."

Gabriel paid close attention, not daring to utter a word, though he hadn't the slightest clue what it was or how he might search for it.

"The Moonlight Dewdrop is the simpler option," the projection continued. "However, its mana regeneration effect only truly stabilizes when the condensation process takes place under direct moonlight for three consecutive nights."

Additional glowing lines swiftly materialized.

The formula for the Essence Reforge Pill grew even more intricate. Several of its components alone were so rare that most kingdoms likely wouldn't possess them readily.

Gabriel committed everything to memory nonetheless.

The projection periodically observed him as it elaborated. "You requested formulas instead of combat techniques, cultivation scriptures, or clandestine arts."

Gabriel responded with composed quietude. "Those can be acquired at a later time."

A brief silence fell over the projection.

"That response seems straightforward," it mused, "yet most individuals wouldn't perceive it that way."

Gabriel paid the comment no mind. While it felt rather presumptuous to think this, he reasoned that if the alchemist had possessed some truly groundbreaking skills or techniques, perhaps they might have survived and avoided their current fate. Of course, he kept this thought unspoken.

After several more minutes elapsed, the final glowing line concluded its appearance. The formulas hovered above the table for a few moments before gradually coalescing into a scroll.

The projection flicked a single finger.

The scroll drifted towards Gabriel, halting directly in front of him.

"Take it," the alchemist instructed. "All four formulas are contained within."

Gabriel seized it without hesitation.

The alchemist crossed its arms behind its back once more, examining him intently. "You are a peculiar individual. The majority of people encountering a deceased Paragon would immediately seek power. You, however, have sought knowledge that can generate power repeatedly."

"Well, I preserved these because I needed to reproduce them for my subordinates... they have been stored in my inventory for a considerable duration now, and thus far, no one has managed to replicate them due to the lack of proper formulas. I felt this was the opportune moment."

The projection remained silent, gazing at him after hearing this.

For the first time since its manifestation, it appeared genuinely contemplative, rather than merely arrogant.

"I find myself fond of you," it suddenly declared. "For this reason, I shall impart something to you... I will briefly inform you about the other individuals who pursued the spike during my era."

Gabriel's eyes gleamed, his curiosity clearly ignited. "Who were they?"

"The Demonic Sect," the alchemist stated, its voice thick with animosity and rage.