Currently, Light was walking through the city of Orario in the middle of the day. As soon as she realised she could purchase lost rewards with karma, she had begun spinning ideas mentally.

  Obviously, the quickest way would be to go to a vilge and simply murder everyone in sight, but that idea was quickly sealed away under the "Why did I think of that?" lock. Rather than betraying her morality for minor gains, she decided to gather positive karma instead.

  Fortunately, this city was not cking in people in need, whether it be adventurers injured inside the dungeon, drunken brawls, or common illnesses.

  So her first pn was to open a potion shop. Selling potions at a low price should be a good source of karma, and if she hired others to run the shop, she could earn it passively.

  The only downside to this pn was her ck of alchemy knowledge, but thankfully, that was where the potions from her Final Fantasy save came in. After spending nearly a couple of weeks in this world, her progress throughout the story had gone seamlessly.

  Sitting in her in-game inventory right now was not just a simple potion but also an Elixir, an item that could restore all HP and TP in one go.

  Light had personally tested the effect of the Elixir, and it was definitely something that should not belong in this world. Not only did it heal all her injuries, but it also restored her stamina and mana at the same time. She was not sure where the limit of the potion truly was, but it was certainly not something that could be sold freely.

  That was why Light was currently on her way to the potion shop run by the Miach Familia. In canon, Miach was a kind god who had aided Bell at his lowest by providing free potions. His generosity was so extreme that he had all but bankrupted his familia just to heal one person. Unfortunately, this action had also caused everyone but that one person to jump ship, leaving only the two of them.

  Light was seeking out God Miach at his lowest so she could hire him to analyse the regur potion from Final Fantasy, hoping it worked better than anything else on the market. If not, she would be forced to load a different game and acquire one from there.

  "Blue Pharmacy… So this pce did have a name," Light muttered while she stood outside the cosy storefront, completely ignoring the broken window and the worn-down sign that dispyed the name. "I knew they were broke, but repairing the storefront should be priority number one."

  Shaking her head to rid herself of such thoughts, Light opened the single door to the pharmacy, causing a bell to ring throughout the store. Predictably, the shop was empty. Even the shelves were stripped bare, holding only the essentials.

  "Welcome."

  Hearing the bell, a tall man with a slim build standing behind the counter greeted the potential customer.

  Meeting the gaze of the blue-haired individual while feeling his gentle divine aura—a passive ability that separated mortals from the divine—Light politely bowed slightly. "God Miach."

  The god smiled at the small token of respect. "What can I do for you?"

  "Actually, I wanted to hire you to analyse something of mine," Light answered while closing the distance, pulling the prepared potion out of her satchel.

  "An unusual request, but one I will happily oblige." Miach responded with a polite smile—something that, if Light were straight, might have had a destructive effect. Unfortunately, the only thing bouncing around her noggin was, "He has a nice smile, as expected from a god."

  "What in heaven's name…?"

  God Miach took the potion in its unusual container, and his eyes seemed to glow for a moment as he examined it. The moment they did, his continuous calmness was repced with genuine shock. He immediately looked towards Light with numerous questions at the tip of his tongue, but his professionalism seemed to keep them all at bay.

  Immediately after, his eyes glowed once more as he examined the potion a second time. This time, the shop even shook slightly, causing Light to become wide-eyed. "Is he releasing some of his arcanum?"

  Releasing his divine seal just to examine a potion seemed like overkill, no matter how one looked at it.

  Feigning composure, God Miach asked, "So, what did you want to know about this concoction?"

  "Its genuine effectiveness compared to other potions on the market, the price such a thing would be sold for, and anything else you can tell me about it."

  Knowing she was dealing with a god who could perceive all lies, Light was particur about her questions. Her st two questions held little importance to her, but they should have given the god the impression that she had simply come across the potion and wanted to sell it.

  Obviously, the truth would come out eventually, but that was future Light’s problem.

  God Miach looked visibly disappointed but still answered to the best of his ability. "From what I can tell, I will start with the ingredients and production method. For some reason, I cannot retrieve any of the corresponding knowledge. This is the first time something like this has ever happened to me.

  "Its effectiveness is unlike anything I have ever seen. Unlike regur potions, which heal the physical body, this concoction appears to heal the soul directly, with physical healing as a byproduct. By my educated guess, any adventurer below level three should be completely healed after consuming it. It should also be effective on all illnesses and diseases, except poisons. It also should even be able to regrow limbs, judging by the nature of the healing.

  "As for the price, I can only say it is priceless. A true one of a kind."

  Miach finished, reluctantly passing the potion back to Light.

  Looking at the potion in her hand, Light could not help but frown. Its effects were far too strong to be sold freely too. If such a potion hit the market, it could completely erase the need for healers, especially if she sold it at a low price.

  This was not something she could sell with her own power. "But the Loki Familia definitely could."

  As the second strongest in the world, with the potential to become number one, no one would cross them without thinking twice. However, that defeated the purpose of doing this. She wanted to reach the masses and offer a cheap alternative to healing magic to generate positive karma.

  Would Loki allow her to run a charity like that? Especially in her name? Light doubted she would. Knowing Loki, she would instead want to monopolise the potion so only her familia could have access to it. Loki was not Hestia; she was not all-benevolent. The Goddess only truly cared for her familia.

  Light went to pay for Miach’s service, noting how the god wanted to purchase the potion for his own personal use but cked the means to do so. However, when she saw Miach unconsciously gncing back at a chienthrope with a metal arm—the young adult woman in the back brewing potions—she immediately realised her mistake. He did not want this potion solely for research, despite no doubt being deeply interested. He wanted it to completely heal Naaza.

  Realising her mistake, Light started to feel bad about doubting such a pure soul.

  After a deep sigh, she muttered, "Screw it."

  Light reached into her bag and pulled out another potion, handing both to the god, who stared back in disbelief.

  Realising what was happening and he had been seen through, Miach protested, "I cannot possibly accept this."

  "They are not my only two, so it is fine. You can repay me by not telling anyone about this and, if you discover anything else about them, keeping me in the loop." Light dismissively replied. Silence seemed to overtake the shop, the God's thoughts bouncing between not wanting to accept charity from a mortal and healing his beloved familia captain.

  Finally he came to his decision, "Words alone are not enough to show how thankful I am."

  Betraying his divine position, Miach held onto the potions tightly, pressing them against his chest protectively, a look of gratitude etched on his handsome face. Even to a mortal, the god deeply bowed.

  Light watched all of this transpire in disbelief. Not because a god had bowed to her, but because a god would forgo his pride for what was the weakest potion in the whole game. Hell, they were sold for fifty gil each. They practically gave them away because of how useless they were past the start of the game.

  It had already been obvious how broken this ability of hers was, but seeing it in person was something else.

  Afterwards, Light left the store, showered with words of gratitude, but her mind remained on one of the key pieces of information Miach had provided.

  "The potion heals the soul… So that is how my skill interprets HP as a concept."

  She did not believe it quite aligned with the lore of most games that had a health bar, as it implied that every attack suffered was a soul attack. However, it did make some sense. Just how many games featured characters dying without any visible physical wounds?

  Pulling out a golden potion from her game console, Light pyed with the contents once more while walking back to the manor.

  "If that is the case, should a phoenix down not be able to revive someone whose soul has long left their body?"

  If a person’s HP truly aligned with their soul being completely destroyed, as Light was specuting, then a phoenix down should be a much stronger item than she had originally believed.

  If she was correct, this meant that as long as a single piece of someone remained, a phoenix down would be able to restore them.

  Hell, if the soul was indeed a real thing and could linger after death, perhaps even pouring the phoenix down onto an item with a strong connection to the deceased could theoretically bring them back.

  However, this was the problem with trying to interpret game logic in the real world. It was all theoretical until put into action.

  If a phoenix down could bring people back from an item connected to them, there were already a few certain objects lying around in the dungeon that Light pnned to use for testing.

  “"Please wait a moment."

  While lost in thought about how she could use this information going forward, a sudden calming voice called out to Light, gently tugging on the sleeve of her jacket.

  Breaking from her daze, Light curiously looked back but instantly froze upon seeing who was in front of her.

  "I think you dropped this." Syr said, holding a small, purple gemstone in her hand—offering Light what appeared to be the monster core of a goblin.

  However, instead of immediately responding, Light was screaming internally.

  "WHY IS FREYA TARGETING ME?!"

  Light had thought she was safe from the Goddess of Beauty, but lo and behold, she was pulling the same trick she had used on Bell to initiate contact with him.

  How did she know this was all some eborate ploy? All of Light’s monster cores were sitting in her domain. Unless her soul somehow leaked them—if that was even possible—there was no way this core was hers.

  "It would be funny if she sent Ottar to go kill a goblin for her." Light pictured the scene of the strongest adventurer in the world being sent to kill the weakest monster just for some little game of his Goddess, an amusing image. "Snap out of it."

  "I think you have the wrong person." Light dismissively replied, but before she could fully turn away, she felt a stronger tug on the same sleeve Syr had yet to let go of.

  "Are you sure? I am pretty sure I saw this fall out of your pocket," Syr insisted sweetly, her gentle smile seemingly innocent as she took a step forward, subtly closing the distance between them until almost nothing remained. Their bodies had become so close that Light could feel the warm breath of Syr bouncing off her cheek, a rather suggestive act no matter how one looked at it.

  Light could not help but notice that, even in another body, Freya carried an unspeakable charm that drew others in.

  Knowing she had no choice but to go along with this game, she sighed internally.

  "I will take your word for it then. Thank you."

  "If you are serious about thanking me, would you mind coming with me for a little bit? It will not take long, I swear."