In a plain little box, there were two types of potions, which Orlan handed over two vials each to Ivankov and Ginny.

“What is this?”

Ginny raised the glass bottle above her head, and through the sunlight, the faint purple specks in the potion seemed to shine even brighter.

“This is Microlight, a product of Zaun's alchemical technology.”

Zaun, like Piltover, is a name of a region; they were once part of the same entity but have since diverged for various reasons.

Piltover focuses on the development of Hextech, while Zaun has given birth to unique alchemical technologies. Orlan lives in Piltover, but he maintains a close relationship with Zaun.

Orlan never thought Piltover was much nobler than Zaun, nor did he believe Zaun's technology was inferior. He absorbed the advantages of different technologies and utilized them wisely.

“Microlight, what a beautiful name. It looks lovely too; I just wonder how it tastes.”

Ginny licked her lips; beautiful things should taste good, which was a rather simple notion for her, especially since she had hardly ever been full over the years.

“This isn’t for eating; I’m giving this to you just in case.”

Orlan didn’t know what situations they might encounter on the island, and even if Ivankov and Ginny had thoughts of resistance, they were essentially just children who hadn’t come of age.

There was no need for those well-known figures from a normal timeline; even slightly trained soldiers were beyond what they could handle.

Stronger weapons were available, but the problem was that in this vast sea, individual bravery had a significant impact. In Ginny and Ivankov's case, wielding too powerful a weapon could even backfire, turning into a potential risk.

“This small bottle can be used to heal wounds; if you suffer a serious injury unexpectedly, it can save your life.”

This was the initial purpose of the Microlight potion: to heal external injuries and diseases. The alchemist Singed extracted a new substance from the body of the mutated lizard he raised to develop this potion.

Just a little can unleash powerful healing effects.

Orlan altered the composition of Microlight using a formula he obtained from a dream world, reducing its potency and eliminating addictive side effects, with the cost only being an increase in production expenses.

However, compared to the hard-to-obtain raw materials from the mutated lizard's body, saying it reduced costs was not entirely inaccurate.

“This is a good thing; what about this larger bottle?”

In times like this, such potions are practically like a second life. Ivankov and Ginny carefully stored it away, then looked at another vial.

“You’d best not have to use it; it’s something to be used in desperate situations. If you find yourselves in a deadlock, stab it into your heart; it might just let you escape alive.”

Perhaps it’s human nature; whenever a new product appears, people always consider whether it can be applied to warfare. Following that thought, perhaps it’s something more sinister?

Microlight is no exception; over time, its uses have become more complex and dangerous. If taken in large amounts, the body may undergo unstable mutations.

Even with Orlan's modifications, it still retains this effect. Injecting a large dose directly into the heart can grant the body a rebirth, gaining far greater strength than before, along with an unknown form of power.

The relationship between Zaun and Piltover is very complex, even rife with disputes. Compared to Piltover, Zaun is quite lacking, and Microlight serves as their weapon against the upper city.

“We currently lack a complete army and powerful warriors; all we have left is our own bodies.

This potion can burn life, turning the body into a better weapon, at least giving us some resistance.”

Burning life—these four words already indicate its cost. If it weren’t for the current special circumstances, Orlan wouldn’t like this unstable substance.

“This is also a good thing, haha! If we really encounter such a situation, this is far better than waiting to die.”

Saying it without fear would surely be a lie.

But compared to the threat of death, Ivankov feared a situation where he had no power to fight back, and Ginny shared the same sentiment.

After storing Orlan's potions, the two followed the local residents of God Valley in another direction, as Orlan gathered the remaining personnel, preparing to check out the nearby granary.

...

After a while, Orlan and the others found a warehouse located in the canyon, which was quite a distance from where Orlan's black ship had appeared.

The residents of God Valley had transformed a natural cave into a warehouse, and the natural environment made it a natural refrigerator. At the cave's entrance, a thick iron chain locked the iron door shut.

With a crunch, a shark merman bit through the chain, the hard iron link crumbling in his mouth like a biscuit.

“Shark, well done! Outstanding racial talent; is this the biting power of the shark merman? Quite impressive!”

“Th-thank you for the compliment, Orlan. You know, it’s the first time someone has praised me like this!”

The fishman, who usually had a fierce appearance, was now a bit tongue-tied; this compliment seemed to excite him greatly. Moreover, Shark felt Orlan’s genuine praise for his talent, unlike the discrimination he had faced from other humans before.

“Don’t be so excited; we still have a lot to do. If we get the chance in the future, I’d like you to take me to visit Merman Island. I’m really looking forward to that island in the deep sea.”

“Sure, definitely.”

Together, they pushed open the large door, and with the light streaming in from the cave entrance, neatly stacked boxes appeared before them. Upon inspection, they found that all the food was well-preserved; the administrator here hadn’t engaged in any self-serving acts.

At first, Orlan really worried that this would be an empty warehouse, which would have been quite troublesome.

Now, not only had they avoided that terrible situation, but Orlan even discovered a large amount of sugar in this warehouse.

“Everyone, grab some more sugar, and try to take as much dried meat as possible; we don’t know how long we can return here!”

“Orlan, do you really like sweets?”

At this time, Bear was carrying a huge package on his back, the height of the supplies being twice his own. Shark was similarly loaded, and upon hearing Orlan wanted to take more sugar, even his waist was filled with bags.

Whether it was the strength from the giant lineage of the Bakaniyah tribe or the shark merman's natural tenfold strength compared to ordinary humans, both played their parts on this survival journey.

However, Bear didn’t quite understand why they needed to take more sugar. Although sweet things were indeed great, he felt they wouldn’t fill his stomach at all.

“Bear, sugar isn’t just sweet; it has many uses, especially in situations like this, where its role can be even greater. This is quite an important strategic resource.”