“My biggest alchemy pot?!”
Boom-Pot Sun’s round face turned as red as a ripe tomato with pure alchemist excitement. He reached into his high-grade storage pouch and slammed a hand down on the Star-Steel elevator deck.
THUD-CLANG!
A massive, fifty-foot-tall cauldron made of thick black star-iron landed on the platform, shaking the floor plates. The outside of the cauldron was covered in scorch marks, weld seams, and three safety valves that Boom-Pot Sun had bolted on after blowing up his old kitchens in Volumes 1, 2, and 3.
“Here she is, My Lord! The Rank 6 Unbreakable Big-Bertha Soup & Pill Cauldron!” Boom-Pot Sun patted the pot’s thick iron belly proudly. “Last week I used it to stew five hundred tons of spicy magma-crab and refine three million Blood-Warming Pills at the same time! Only one small problem, though...”
Boom-Pot Sun craned his neck back, looking first at his fifty-foot pot, and then up at the three-thousand-foot-tall Blood-Siphon Fiend coiled around the ten-mile Nail.
“That red earthworm is sixty times taller than my pot, My Lord!” Boom-Pot Sun scratched his soot-stained head. “Unless we ask Sword Master Ye to chop it into sixty little pieces first, we’re never going to cram its fat butt under the lid! And if we chop it up too small, it might die and stop regrowing its curse-tentacles!”
