My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 774

Curiosity piqued, Kisha reached down and plucked a tomato that was larger than her palm. She glanced around and noticed the irrigation water from the canal, which was now infused with the spiritual spring. Crouching down, she rinsed the tomato before taking a bite.

As soon as the tomato hit her taste buds, her eyes sparkled with delight. The flavor was richer, juicier, and more satisfying than she could have imagined. The moment she swallowed, a warm sensation spread through her stomach, and she felt an invigorating surge of energy.

[Spiritual Energy Increased by 0.01]

She was a little surprised, so she took another bite and savored the flavor as if she were eating a gourmet food. She chewed slowly, tasting every nuance before swallowing.

A familiar warmth spread to her stomach, and she could feel a pure spiritual energy gradually rising from her dantian, flowing into her energy core.

Unlike earlier, when she hadn't noticed the full process, this time she focused her consciousness and observed every detail with intent, allowing her consciousness to follow the flow of energy closely.

[Spiritual Energy Increased by 0.01]

The spiritual energy in her spiritual core had indeed increased significantly. Before, no matter how much she ate, the system would never trigger a notification—it was like a drop in the ocean, barely noticeable.

But now, even a 0.01 increase per bite was a remarkable improvement. Since she had taken five large bites, she had already gained a total of 0.05 in spiritual energy, which was quite impressive. Compared to simply meditating, this result was far more efficient.

Then a thought struck her—if eating the spiritual crops raw could already boost her energy this much while purifying her spiritual pool, what would happen if she successfully cooked the spiritual cuisine and consumed it in every meal?

Suddenly, Kisha became genuinely intrigued, and she made a mental note to add this discovery to her agenda. For now, knowing that her territory space had undergone an upgrade due to the dense spiritual energy, it meant that training within it would yield far better results.

With this realization, the others resumed their training with renewed focus, while Duke turned his attention to refining his aura.

After witnessing firsthand how powerful aura could be—especially how it amplified his firepower differently from spiritual energy—he was determined to make his own aura denser and more refined.

He had seen the overwhelming strength of Kisha's aura, which far surpassed his own, and the results had been nothing short of devastating.

Now that everyone had their own tasks to focus on, Kisha made her way to her usual spot—the large boulder in the middle of the flower field. Once she settled in, she retrieved the Alchemy Manual from her inventory and opened it.

The moment the manual was opened, it floated into the air on its own. Familiar golden text shimmered from its pages, slithering through the air like serpents, reaching out toward her.

As the glowing script touched her, a warm surge of energy began flowing into her body. Then, without warning, the slithering text dove straight into her head, embedding itself into her mind.

Instantly, a wave of excruciating pain hit her. No matter how many times she experienced this, it was something she could never get used to—it felt as though her skull was being split open and stitched back together, only to be shattered again. The pain was unbearable, but she endured it, knowing it was the price of receiving powerful knowledge.

A flood of complex formulas, theories, and countless types of ingredients, materials, and herbs suddenly became known to Kisha—all complete with their uses, properties, and distinctions.

Many of them she had never even seen or heard of before. However, it quickly became clear that the manual wasn't complete. While it contained advanced techniques, foundational knowledge, and identification methods, it lacked any actual alchemical recipes.

As the final stream of information settled into her mind, the manual began to disintegrate as it always did, vanishing into particles of light. Kisha collapsed onto the boulder, drenched in sweat and utterly drained.

Her head throbbed painfully, a relentless pounding echoing through her skull, the cost of absorbing so much knowledge at once.

Kisha stayed slumped on the boulder for a long while, as still as a dead salted fish. Eyes closed and breathing ragged, she felt like a raging bull had rammed into her skull repeatedly.

Only when the throbbing in her head began to subside did she slowly push herself upright. Around her, everyone was still immersed in their training, completely unaware of what had just happened in her corner.

But that was fine—better, even. No one was distracted, and she preferred it that way.