I may have made a terrible mistake. This first occurred to me when I saw two goblin children gleefully blowing up small monsters with the newly formed "Black Powder Bombs". It had taken two weeks. TWO WEEKS. For them to figure out how to make the damn things. I knew the goblins where smart, but to make functional grenades and implement effective strategies in such a short time?

But even that paled in the surrealness of watching CHILDREN implement those same tactics...... God no wonder people thought attacking the goblins was suicide. Knowing this even I wouldn't be crazy enough to fight these small green Basterds. Still after Roland confirmed the usefulness of "gun powder" he agreed to my deal. The goblins had created fireworks, and most importantly a gun. It was more Musket than machine gun. But given how quickly they had made use of the gun powder. I didn't suspect it would take too long for them to make something like a lever action rifle.

It was time to train. Unimportant things like possibly being responsible (Debatable) for potentially millions of future deaths could wait. I had spent a good part of my last week talking with Roland about my new skills and their uses. So, I had a good grasp of their uses.

Heading back to the village I said a quick hello to Harold who had really gained some muscle over his training. Most importantly he had learned some basic Sign Language! he could say Hello, and Goodbye, and so many other words. Each time I thought about that I got this weird, good feeling in my stomach. Was I coming down with something?

It was probably all those damn Candies! Every time I passed by someone, they handed me those damn evil balls of sugar. I'm not some damn kid! well.....technically.... that's besides the point. Fuming I got to work on the Alchemy bench. My current project was using Some medium class restorative potions and my newly minted "speed". I had hoped that a chimeric potion itself would count as single potion for my skill. Sadly no dice on that. My new concept was too attempt to combine the effects of my lesser chimeric restoration potion and my "speed" on myself.

[Mad scientist] has activated!

that's uncalled for! this is a perfectly safe procedure. I'll show you damn system! and stuck my tongue out at the screen "Bleh!". WHAT.THE.FUCK.DID. I.JUST. DO? nononononononononononono I DID NOT JUST DO THAT! what the hell? okay let's think logically. Maybe someone cast a spell on me? I don't feel like anyone did. Potion? no. Cold dread began to fill my heart as I realized the only possible explanation.

No. Please Gods No. But it was the only thing that made sense. My skills were altering my behavior! God dammit! how am I supposed to get anyone to take me seriously if I randomly stick my tongue out at people! you know what? this is starting to sound like a problem for future me. Shes a bitch anyways. With that mental break down out of the way I plunged both syringes into my arm. Cause if you're going to live dangerously might as well go all that way. The world spun to a slow mow scene as I felt some of the bruises, I had gained from sparring heal. Good it was wor..... oh gods that hurts! Fire coursed through my body as rushed outside to puke the vial concoction from my body.

Fire. That is the only way to explain my "Little Mistake". I mean I knew doing this would make me sick, But this was way worse then even the worse hang overs I had ever had. Trying not to pass, and failing, I crumpled to the ground on my hands and knees as the world faded to a Firey black. What consumed me was memory.

"I let an annoyed sigh as my brother looked at me eagerly but I just gave him a blank stare "You want ME to make drugs for YOUR friends'?" I said in a near growl. "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU SIMON?" I yelled at him to his surprise. SUPRISE! as if my outrage was not something to be expected. He wanted me to use my chemist degree that I worked hard so his friends could get high!?"

"Life is suffering."

"Simon please." I said waking up with a start. Tears had fallen while I slept but I brushed those away. It had been a while since I dreamed of him. Hopefully it never happened again. He had killed too many people for me to be sparing him any love or sadness. Distracting myself I noticed a new notification on my screen.

Congratulations! For testing 2 chimeric potions on yourself and resisting the effects of potion sickness. You have gained 1 level in the [Alchemist] class and [Tolerance]. Your [chimeric potions level 1] has been raised to [Chimeric Potions level 2].

[Tolerance] You gain resistance to potion sickness and poison.

[chimeric potions level 2] You may now combine the effects of 2 medium potions through the use of a syringe.

nice! that would be extremely useful. Especially since the more addictive potions where all Medium to Greater anyways. Would need to be careful not combine the drugs er potions with anything that could counteract the addictiveness though. While thinking all this I felt a sharp smack on my head.

Rolands wife stood over me fuming and Angry. Shit! After a long and lengthy lecture on not testing potions on myself, I was sadly getting very used to long boring lectures, I was able to finally excuse myself after 5 HOURS. Well at least it felt that long. I was sooooooo tempted to say something along the lines of her not being. But I was not old enough to be a moody teen again. Patience kitty! you'll get your chance in a few years.

Night had begun to fall on the village as me and Harold began packing bags. This had been our last night in goblin town and admit fully I was a little sad to leave. My time here had been good and useful. Plus the old basterd Roland had grown on me. The fact that I would be leaving these little green men for a second round of elementary school did not soften blow at all! These thoughts followed me as dreams over took once again. Memories once again invaded my dreams.

"Bodies everywhere. It had been four years since I had relented to Simon's request. and we had quickly grown into one of the city's biggest groups. Money had been flowing in by the hundreds of thousands! But now I just felt numb. He had killed EVERYONE! people I had come to love and trust over the years. I had to shoot him. I had too. He was still alive, I had only managed to shoot him in the leg. "Life is suffering" he said in a sad voice as he approached me. "please Simon!" I begged as I held the gun at him with my shaking hands. Tears streaming down my face "Don't do this." be he lunged and I fired."

This was the second time in a less then 2 days I woke with a start and tears. Dammit! what the hell was wrong with me? But I could hear the wagon coming. The time to leave had come. Guess Vacation was over. And like any child I was not exited to go to school.