Rebirth : The Alchemist's Path

As **Bryson** prepared to face the next thunder strike, suddenly, a powerful aura formed around him. In a fleeting moment, his body disappeared into a vortex of spatial energy, leaving everyone around him shocked. All eyes quickly turned to **Sylvus**, who remained seated calmly, eating pumpkin seeds as if nothing had happened.

**Bryson** reappeared suddenly above **Julius's** shop, floating in the air, unable to move. Everyone was surprised by his sudden return, unable to comprehend what had just occurred. Then, the sky trembled again. A wave of purple thunder began to form, charged with immense energy, ready to strike directly at **Bryson**.

The second strike was more powerful than the first, but it didn't land completely. **Sylvus** merely glanced at it, and the heavenly thunder shattered instantly, dissipating into the air.

Half an hour passed...

**Meylan** excitedly said, "Master, you've destroyed all the heavenly strikes, and only the final one remains. Now, the royal court owes us 100 billion magic crystals."

This was the first time **Meylan** had witnessed the immense power of **Sylvus**. Previously, when **Sylvus** mentioned how he could control the thunder, **Meylan** hadn't fully grasped the extent of his strength.

But this time, it was different. **Meylan** looked at **Sylvus** with greater awe, thinking, "Is this man even human?"

**Sylvus** sat quietly on his chair, watching the heavenly strikes fall as if they were nothing, while everyone below the shop was in a state of panic, like moths flying toward the fire, destined for their doom.

As **Mor** and **Masi** watched, they couldn't hide their astonishment. It was entirely different from previous encounters. This time, they were watching up close as **Sylvus** effortlessly controlled the heavenly forces with unparalleled power.

**Sylvus** looked at them and said, "Only the final strike remains, are you two ready?"

**Masi** reassured him, "Master, don't worry. Once the final strike is over, the funds will be sent."

The 100 billion magic crystals were a huge amount, but thanks to years of storage, they had managed to gather it.

**Sylvus** nodded, continuing to eat his pumpkin seeds calmly.

After a short time, everyone heard a new thunderous sound. They all looked up to the sky as the dark clouds vanished, revealing a massive column of purple lightning.

This column stretched toward the heavens, carrying enough power to destroy an entire city. If this lightning struck the ground, it could wipe out everything in its path.

**Meylan** quickly said, "Master, this is the final strike."

But **Sylvus** didn't move, still calmly eating his seeds. As the lightning neared the ground, **Sylvus** threw a pumpkin seed into the air.

At first, everyone expected the seed to turn to ash. But, on the contrary, the heavenly strike stopped entirely in front of it. The pumpkin seed withstood the heavenly thunder effortlessly.

In just a few moments, the lightning dissipated, and the seed returned to **Sylvus's** hand as if nothing had happened.

**Masi** and **Mor** were in shock as they looked up at the empty sky. "Is it really over?"

It was impossible for them to comprehend what had just occurred. The destructive power of the most intense heavenly strike had been absorbed by a single pumpkin seed!

Neither could believe it. How could a pumpkin seed withstand such destructive force?

But the truth was, **Sylvus** wasn't an ordinary person. His power was so overwhelming that even heavenly thunder couldn't affect him.

**Sylvus** smiled and said, "Would you like some of these seeds?"

The two of them snapped back to reality, exchanging quick glances before cautiously accepting the pumpkin seeds from **Sylvus's** hand. They knew these seeds had faced heavenly thunder, and their value was undoubtedly immense.

**Meylan** chuckled and said quietly, "Master, could I have some as well? I'd like to collect them."

**Sylvus** responded indifferently, "Next time, when you're able to pass the test, I'll give you some."

**Meylan** felt excited. He understood that **Sylvus's** words weren't just about the seeds; they were a promise to help him rise to a higher level of magic.

At that moment, **Sylvus** turned to **Meylan** and said, "Don't let **Bryson** die just yet. Make sure to stop him."

**Meylan** nodded in understanding and released the binding spell that had been restraining **Bryson**. Moments after realizing that the heavenly strikes had ended, despair filled **Bryson's** eyes. He knew that with the end of the heavenly strikes, his fate was sealed as well.

**Sylvus** then stood up calmly. His cold gaze caused the surrounding aura to tremble with such intensity that the entire Holy City felt the wave of fear wash over them. The terrifying aura represented **Sylvus's** anger, and he was determined to make this incident a warning that would not be forgotten.

The ground beneath **Sylvus** shook, and his power became evident to everyone, leaving no doubt that challenging him would have severe consequences.

**Sylvus** spoke coldly, "Meylan, get rid of **Bryson** and make sure there's no trace left of his family. This must never happen again."

**Bryson** trembled with fear at hearing this and began to plead, "Master, please, I know I've wronged you, but my family has nothing to do with this. Please, have mercy on them..."

But **Meylan** didn't wait long. He immediately carried out **Sylvus's** command. Before **Bryson** could process what was happening, he felt unbearable pain as **Meylan** began torturing him, using his magical abilities skillfully and cautiously to ensure there was no chance for **Bryson** to escape or die quickly. **Bryson** continued to suffer, begging, but it was all in vain.

Once **Sylvus** felt it was time, he nodded to **Meylan**, who ended **Bryson's** life in a cruel, precise manner, leaving his body to disintegrate into ash as if it had never existed.

**Mor** and **Masi** didn't intervene, knowing that **Bryson's** family would meet their fate regardless of **Sylvus's** mercy. There was no room for compassion in these circumstances.

After Bryson's death and the end of the thunderstorm, a chilling silence fell over the holy city. The oppressive aura of death lingered in the air, with Bryson's dissipating energy slowly fading into the surroundings. Everything seemed frozen for a moment as all eyes focused on Sylvus, who had asserted his absolute dominance over the situation.

Suddenly, that suffocating silence was interrupted by a powerful sound approaching from the sky. Boone was rapidly nearing the scene.

"He's arrived," Mor remarked quietly, his gaze fixed on the horizon as Boone, the regal king, appeared, carrying a spatial bag filled with magic crystals.

"I've brought the funds as requested," Boone said with unwavering confidence, addressing Sylvus directly.

Sylvus, pleased with the timely arrival of the funds, glanced at the spatial bag with a faint smile. He spoke calmly, "Well done. Things will proceed as they should now."