"What are you working on?" Gaya entered the captain's cabin to see Michael leaning back on his chair fiddling with nuts and bolts.
"I just have to calibrate a few things" he was too focused on the project as he failed to notice Gaya looking at his world over his shoulder. She could see it kinda look like the grappling hook they were using but instead of hooks, she saw him place multiple syringes on a gauntlet. The gauntlet was smaller than the grappling hook.
"Oh you're here" Michael finally noticed Gaya.
"Give me your hand" He didn't even wait for her as he just took her right hand. With her hand on his hand, Michael grabbed the gauntlet before gently placing it around Gaya's wrist.
"It's gonna sting a bit"
"What? Ouch!" She felt a sharp pain in her wrist. It was like a couple of bees stinging at the same time. She looked at the gauntlet to see the syringes plunging themselves into her wrist before completely disappearing.
"Are you gonna-"
"Don't move" She was interjected by Michael. She rolled her eyes a bit and looked at him and placed a transparent glass-like sticker on the back of her neck.
She expected it to sting as earlier but she only felt a slight tingling sensation in her brain.
"When I cut your hand, think of a healing potion" She frowned but she ultimately nodded her head. With a gentle smile, he picked the dagger hanging from her slender waist.
Carefully Michael made a cut on her left forearm as she thought of a healing potion as he instructed her to. Suddenly, she felt the syringes inside her right wrist move,
"Can you feel something?"
"Yes, those needles are moving" As she said, a wide grin emerged on Michael's face.
"It's working"
"When did I become a guinea pig for you?"
"A cute little guinea pig" Michael chuckled, pinching both of her soft cheeks.
"It's my new invention, I call this APD. Automatic Potion Dispenser" Michael rummaged through the junk on the table to grab another gauntlet.
"The name is pretty explanatory. I was able to squeeze in eight syringes, fill the syringes with whatever potion we need and whenever we need it, we just have to think about it. APD will inject the potion directly into our bloodstream. The best part is, it's made of junk metal so no energy radiation" She could tell by his wide grin that he's so proud of his invention. After hearing what he said, it was obvious how useful this could be in a real battle where enemies won't wait until one takes out his potion and uses it.
"With this, it's almost guaranteed that we'll win the championship tournaments" Gaya's face lit up instantly. She knew in the first couple of rounds, using potions would be forbidden. However, if they used this gadget, the judges would have no idea as it would radiate zero energy.
"It's cheating but I like it" She revealed an evil grin.
Making the device wasn't costly as it only required him to use some common materials. However, what cost him more was the sticker he placed on Gaya's neck. The sticker was an advanced metal that controls the pulses between the drive and the brain. Since his inventor trait was not high enough to build components that manipulate biochemical signals inside the body, he had to buy it from the system. A single sticker cost him 5000 badass points and it could only allow two kinds of potions to be loaded into the APD.
"Ah...Captain...Lord" suddenly, someone awkwardly knocked on the door. He could tell it's Gibson who is standing outside by the voice.
"What does he want?"
"Let's go see" Michael put on the APD beneath the sleeve before leaving the captain's cabin. When he opened the door, he saw Gibson, Shorty, and a few other pirates waiting for them.
In their eyes, there was fear more than respect. The way he killed Bull was still freaking out the pirates.
"Lord Lucifer, we'll reach the pirate's cove in an hour," Gibson said. The sky was unusually clear. Nodding at Gibson, Michael walked to the edge of the ship to soak in all the sunlight. After numerous days of heavy downpour, it was a welcome sight to see the sun once again.
"I need you to stop drinking, Gibson" looking at the clear sky, Michael said.
"I can't have a drunk for a first mate" his words stunned Gibson,
"This will help you stop the habit" Michael tossed a slimy purple potion to Gibson. He knew how hard it was for addicts to stop their habit. If it was on earth, recovering from addiction would take an immense amount of willpower and dedication but in this world, all Michael has to do is make a potion that would help one get rid of the addiction.
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