Rebirth : The Alchemist's Path

The first thing Sylvus took out was the Forging Hammer.

It was, in fact, a small silver hammer, about the size of a palm, looking very ordinary.

But Sylvus felt a special power emanating from it, "This Forging Hammer is a dwarven artifact. The missing part must be with the dwarves."

Sylvus thought quietly, deciding that if the opportunity arose, he would visit the dwarven clan.

Next, Sylvus pulled out the Sacred Knight Soulstone.

He noticed that, unlike the Law Mage Soulstone, this Sacred Knight Soulstone was a small white, oddly shaped bead.

As for the rest, he couldn't see anything unusual.

"Since it's connected to Law Mages and Sacred Knights, these two items must hold something extraordinary."

Sylvus mused, then finally took out the last item, a blueprint for a Heavenly Ship worth 100 billion magical crystals.

The blueprint stretched two meters long and half a meter wide, with over a hundred pieces. Each blueprint depicted various parts and data for the Heavenly Ship.

However, to Sylvus, it was completely incomprehensible.

"It seems that building this Heavenly Ship on my own is impossible."

Sylvus thought helplessly. He couldn't even understand the data on the blueprint, let alone build it.

He would have to wait and find an expert in the future to see if they could help construct it.

After putting the three items away, Sylvus resumed his training, and the night passed peacefully.

The next morning, Sylvus noticed a large crowd gathered outside his shop.

The news of Sylvus destroying the Heavenly Tribulation had spread throughout the Holy City overnight. Everyone now knew that there was a small, unassuming alchemy shop in a quiet alley.

And inside the shop was a peerless master.

Thus, many people had lined up early in the morning, hoping to catch a glimpse of this legendary figure.

But if they knew that Sylvus had, in a fit of rage, killed hundreds of people waiting outside the night before, they might not have been so eager.

However, this incident had been covered up by the royal family.

No one suspected that Sylvus was the one responsible.

After all, in the hearts of everyone, Sylvus was now the hero who had saved the Holy City.

When Sylvus opened the shop for business, many people came to pay their respects.

Sylvus ignored them.

He sat in his custom lounge chair as Meylan brought him a tray of sunflower seeds.

Sylvus leisurely began eating.

"Boss, the pills."

Soon, the crowd outside started to get lively.

Meylan, too, got busy once again.

But every person who came to buy pills would bow sincerely to Sylvus before leaving.

This made Sylvus twitch his lips.

If they lit some incense in front of him, it would almost feel like a shrine.

The day passed with Sylvus munching on sunflower seeds.

Meanwhile, the areas of the Holy City that had been destroyed were being rapidly rebuilt.

After all, there were only a few days left until the Emperor's birthday.

"Meylan, it's about time. Close up shop."

Three hours later.

Sylvus said this as he stood up, still munching on sunflower seeds, ready to head upstairs.

But just as Meylan closed the shop, a spatial rift suddenly appeared inside.

Sylvus paused, turning to Meylan.

Curious as to why he would use spatial magic now.

However, he soon realized that Meylan, too, seemed just as surprised by the rift.

As they stood in bewilderment, a figure emerged from the rift.

The figure was cloaked in black, their face obscured.

They collapsed to the ground, their aura weak, clearly heavily injured.

"Another scammer?"

Sylvus looked at the figure lying on the ground, frowning.

This scene felt eerily familiar.

If he remembered correctly, Meylan had appeared in a similar state when they first met.

"Meylan, throw this guy out!" Sylvus said coldly, not even bothering to look at the figure.

Did they think his shop was a shelter?

Back when Meylan was indebted, Sylvus had been too young and eager to complete a system task.

But now, Sylvus was far from the naive person he once was.

He had no intention of taking in another freeloader.

Meylan chuckled bitterly, guessing why the boss had this attitude.

Wasn't it all his fault?

Without hesitation, Meylan's magic stirred, ready to use spatial magic to throw the figure out.

"Save me..."

But before the spell could be cast, a soft voice echoed.

At the same time, a pair of pointed ears emerged from the hood.

Seeing the pointed ears, Meylan froze for a moment.

"Boss, this seems to be an elf, and a female one at that."

Elf?

Hearing those words, Sylvus's earlier displeasure faded, replaced by curiosity.

On the continent of Aislar, there were only four major races.

Humans, elves, dwarves, and magical beasts.

Undead did not belong to Aislar, so they were not counted among them.

Magical beasts, on the other hand, were generally low in intelligence, with most of them being hunted down.

Only the strongest magical beasts could survive.

To Sylvus, the elves were particularly fascinating.

Compared to the dwarves, the race he most wanted to encounter was the elves.

It was said that elves were noble, graceful, intelligent, and beautiful, able to blend harmoniously with nature. They were the most skilled in magic and archery.

To his surprise, an elf had walked right into his shop.

This made him pause his decision to throw her out.

"An elf? I wonder if they're as radiant as I've imagined."

Sylvus smiled slightly, his mind stirred.

The elf's black cloak instantly vanished.

Meylan, standing nearby, couldn't help but twitch.

The boss's method of undressing someone was a bit too straightforward.

Sylvus, unaware of Meylan's thoughts, saw a young woman in a green dress appear before him as the black cloak disappeared.

With a thought, Sylvus lifted the elf woman into the air with an invisible force, bringing her directly in front of him.

"Damn, are all elf women this beautiful?"

Sylvus was momentarily stunned.

Though her eyes were closed, her long lashes fluttered softly.

Her face was exquisitely delicate, and her cherry-like lips were slightly pursed. Her long, pointed ears drooped slightly.

Her pale skin seemed to radiate a faint glow.

Beneath her slim waist were perfectly rounded, firm hips, and her long, slender legs added a touch of allure to her figure.

Though this was their first meeting, Sylvus inexplicably felt a surge of affection, as if he were willing to do anything for her.

"Is this the elves' natural charm? Interesting."

Sylvus chuckled.

This charm made it impossible for him to feel any ill will towards her.

At that moment, the elf woman seemed to sense something.

Her eyes suddenly snapped open, revealing pure, sky-blue eyes that locked onto Sylvus.