The alchemical values of this needle universe were well-developed, and therefore, hyper-specific. He needed specific ingredients if he was to make potions, which may be a daunting task, considering that he needed to collect weeds as well, on top of other things. All of the weeds here were crimson red, so he wouldn’t be able to tell them apart from one another, not without racking up some experience first, at least. He couldn’t skip this part, regardless of how high his IQ was.
The only comforting thing out of this topic was that the alchemical lab in the basement was whole, and it was ready to be used. All he needed were the proper ingredients, and this task was quite difficult itself, so he decided to put it aside for now.
“Phantom Alchemy is looking a lot easier in comparison. I had all the ingredients on a shelf back there, but here, I have to collect a bunch of red, bastarding plants myself!” He thought, and he only got more and more irritated.