Allen the Reincarnated Merchant: A Plan to Get Rich in Another World

In the world of Asphial, the highest-grade potion is a bright red liquid, reminiscent of blood.

This potion, known as an ancient relic, is considered impossible to replicate in the modern Asphial world. There’s a rumor, although dubious, that the highest-grade red potion is passed down through the royal family of Kainriese, the ruling monarchy of the nation.

Often spoken of as legend, the red potion’s overwhelming power and its distinct color have earned it the name “Ichor of the Gods.” Unlike other potions, the red potion does not deteriorate over time. It can supposedly be used even after centuries, further enhancing its mythical status.

On rare occasions, once every few years, this legendary red potion is discovered deep within unexplored, high-difficulty dungeons. Its legendary status and incredible effects inspire many to become adventurers, driven solely by the dream of one day obtaining this potion.

The effect of the red potion is known as “True Resurrection.”

There are even whispers that it grants immortality. However, the potions found in dungeons are usually of the second or third grade of red potions. This suggests that most of these red potions are of mid-to-lower rank, meaning they don’t possess the legendary powers of resurrection or immortality.

Yet, their power is undeniable. Even wounds too severe for healing magic are said to be mended instantly by these potions.

…But, realistically, most people who suffer such fatal injuries likely die before they can even use a potion.

Aside from the red potion, there’s another high-ranking potion—its slightly inferior counterpart, the purple potion. The distinction between these potions lies not only in their color but also in their effects.

One such effect is rejuvenation.

A single bottle of this potion can reportedly make the drinker five years younger. Before I was born into the world of Asphial, it’s said that the power-hungry elites of ancient times would scour dungeons searching for these red potions.

One of these elites, who monopolized and consumed all the red potions they could find, supposedly lived to around 150 years.

This item is truly legendary—a treasure sought by those in power, driven by desire.

“…No way, right?”

The result of dumping the remaining fifty Magic Roses into the mixture and experimenting wasn’t exactly red. The resulting liquid was pitch-black, with a slight hint of red or purple when held to the light.

At the very least, no one else would call this a red potion.

“But this power… it’s clearly different from the purple one.”

Just reaching out to touch it made my fingertips feel a tingling sensation. It was similar to the stinging feeling of high-concentration alcohol evaporating on bare skin.

“It’s not evaporating either, so what is this?”

From fifty Magic Roses, I only managed to extract a few drops. Ideally, I should’ve been able to produce a full liter of purple potion, but what I ended up with was something entirely unknown.

Whatever it was, I knew one thing for sure—it wasn’t something I could easily tell others about.

I carefully siphoned the red-purple liquid onto a slide with a pipette, storing it in a small container.

I never thought that the chemistry set I had prepared for potion-making would come in so handy.

“Now, where do I hide this…?”

A substance this dangerous would cause major issues if someone found it, whether in Asphial or Earth.

I wasn’t certain if this was the legendary red potion, but I knew it far surpassed the purple potion made by Mei.

“Maybe I should bury it in uncharted lands…”

Fortunately, I have the ability to hide things quite well.

I decided to find an undeveloped, barren world and bury the troublesome substance there.

That way, no one who understands its value will find it. With that thought, I randomly selected a world and opened a Moon Gate.

—

I arrived in a world where the reddish-brown earth stretched as far as the eye could see, shrouded in white mist through the Moon Gate.

This land was barren, devoid of plants, let alone any signs of nature. I had carefully chosen an environment where human life would be unsustainable.

Breathing wasn’t an issue here, though the air felt chilly against my skin, but it was tolerable.

“…Huh.”

As I stepped into this unfamiliar world, the biting wind swept over me, chilling me to the bone.

It was clear that this place, unlike Asphial or Earth, was far more hostile to life.

I decided to quickly bury the potion and get out of here. But when I turned around, I noticed a massive pillar piercing the sky behind me.

The colossal structure glittered under the light of a star, shining like a sideways sun. This enormous pillar wasn’t some mysterious phenomenon unique to this world—it had mass.

“…A space elevator.”

A colossal pillar, dark as night, stretched into the heavens, and at its peak floated a massive spaceship, covering the sky.

“…Let’s go back.”

It seemed I had chosen a rather dangerous place by accident.

Afterward, I found a primitive world that was barely in its Jurassic stage, devoid of any advanced civilizations, where I could safely bury the red-purple potion.

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…Little did I know that I would eventually return to both of these worlds.