Tyrant's return: Reborn as a Good-For-Nothing Young Master

Chapter 18: Ch 18: Recipee for Disaster- Part 2

Chapter 18 - Ch 18: Recipee for Disaster- Part 2As the class ended and students began dispersing with light chatter and laughter, Fenrir remained seated for a moment, wiping a bead of sweat from his temple.

Sparring with Dain hadn't left him injured, but his body ached in unfamiliar ways—proof of how far he'd slipped from his peak form.

Then the hairs on his neck stood up.

He glanced up and instantly met two pairs of eyes.

One belonged to Dain Klein, who gave him a small, friendly wave as if they'd just finished a pleasant conversation instead of nearly knocking each other out. The other set—sharp and stormy—belonged to Elaine Croix.

Her expression was unreadable, but the intensity in her eyes was unmistakable.

Fenrir held their gazes for a heartbeat longer, then looked away.

Too much attention. Not good.

Without a word, he gathered his things and slipped out of the building.

It wasn't fear that urged him to move quickly, but instinct—an urge to retreat and think, to return to somewhere quieter, more controlled. He needed a plan. Fast.

By the time he reached the apartment provided by the school, he was already browsing the web on his wrist console. Information whizzed by his eyes—rumors, marketplace updates, dungeon news. One headline caught his attention.

"Rumored Artifact Allows 8 Hours of Sleep in 1 Hour—Location Unknown!"

Fenrir's brows lifted in surprise.

They're trying to replicate sleep compression now? Crude idea. Inefficient at best.

He remembered a similar artifact from his own time. They were always inferior to the sleep-recovery potions he brewed himself—elixirs that not only condensed sleep but boosted mental clarity and bodily regeneration.

Memory bloomed like a spark in the darkness. He could almost smell the potion—bitter with a sharp citrus aftertaste. The ingredients came to mind with ease, each one anchoring a part of his plan.

He opened a blank note and listed them out.

10 Ingredients Total: all dungeon drops, mostly from E-Grade dungeons.

With growing excitement, he opened the online marketplace.

Then his smile vanished.

What the hell?

The prices were outrageous. A basic "Twilight Nectar" went for three times its normal cost. Even the commonly dropped "Moonlight Spores" were inflated beyond reason. Apparently, low-grade dungeons were trending now because of a recent update that made them safer for new adventurers—and thus, farmers were stockpiling resources and driving up demand.

Fenrir leaned back in his chair and rubbed his temples. Money wasn't exactly an issue yet—he still had a hefty stash—but for the first time since his awakening, he feared the possibility of running out.

I'll need to start budgeting soon. I didn't come back to live like a broke hermit.

He checked the auction house next, hoping to score a bulk deal or an overlooked listing.

No luck. The ingredients were scattered, incomplete, or bid up to absurd prices by auto-bidders. It would take too long, and there was no guarantee he'd get what he needed even after waiting a week.

Fenrir exhaled and made a decision.

Fine. I'll do it myself.

He opened up a dungeon app and started re

He leaned back in his chair and met Dain's gaze.

"I'll join," he said. "But not this weekend. I've got something else to handle."

"Next week's fine," Dain said easily. "Just let me know when you're ready."

With that, he turned and left, still smiling. The watching crowd slowly dispersed, clearly disappointed there had been no drama.

Fenrir watched Dain's back for a second, then let a small smirk pull at his lips.

'Now I have an alibi for how I am gaining power so fast if anyone asks. I should look into this a little more. I have a feeling that I will get even more benefits.'