Rebirth : The Alchemist's Path

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"KA KA KA..."

As Ronald's twin whips lashed out, Vogt immediately began screaming in agony.

The physical pain, he could barely feel, but the pain searing his very soul was unbearable.

"Hahaha, this feels amazing! I never thought I'd see the day when the king of the undead would be humiliated like this!"

Ronald couldn't help but laugh out loud.

This made Vogt's eyes flash with cold fury as he glared at Ronald.

"Dwarves! If I survive, I will flay every single one of you alive!"

Whip crack...

Ronald merely sneered at Vogt's threat and struck him again without hesitation.

"You speak as if I wouldn't strike you, and you'd just let us go."

"Senior, can we have a try?"

Corven asked, with a hint of eagerness in his voice, as he looked toward Ronald.

After all, Vogt was an undead—a powerful mage at that.

Someone of this caliber, they had never even seen before, let alone gotten the chance to torture.

"Go ahead."

Ronald said, tossing the two whips to Corven and Kennen.

The two exchanged excited glances and eagerly cracked the whips at Vogt.

"Smack... smack..."

"Aaahhhhh!"

Vogt screamed once more.

Though his heart was filled with endless rage, there was nothing he could do.

All he could do was watch as he was humiliated.

"This grudge... the undead shall never forget! Aaaahhh!"

Vogt roared in fury, but was met with another wave of torment.

Meanwhile, more and more citizens of the Holy City gathered near Sylvus's little shop, forming orderly lines, all eager to take their turn tormenting Vogt.

Throughout the entire Holy City, Vogt's agonized screams echoed, reaching every household.

No one grew tired of the sound. In fact, they found it to be the most beautiful music in the world, knowing that it was the king of the undead who was suffering.

"The shop owner is truly a genius, to have such incredible means."

Boone remarked from atop the palace, gazing in the direction of Sylvus's shop.

Beside him stood the Elf Queen, Elina.

"Indeed, he's no ordinary man."

Elina nodded in agreement, her heart still full of curiosity.

What was Sylvus's true strength? How could he breach the spatial barrier between worlds and summon a mage as powerful as Vogt?

Not only that, but Vogt hadn't even been able to resist.

Could there truly be someone stronger than a mage of Vogt's caliber in this world?

Elina's curiosity about Sylvus grew stronger.

She had never encountered such a mysterious man before.

"If only the shop owner would help us defend against the undead, then the entire continent of Aesral would be truly safe. What a pity..."

Boone sighed, disappointed that Sylvus didn't seem inclined to follow his command.

"But what Sylvus did is brilliant—having the people of the Holy City whip Vogt themselves. When the undead launch their great invasion, these people won't fear them."

Elina said with a smile.

Boone nodded in agreement.

Before today, just hearing the word "undead" would have sent fear through the citizens of the Holy City.

But now, they had gotten the chance to humiliate a mage of Vogt's stature.

After this, they would never fear lesser undead.

This act was far more meaningful than simply killing Vogt.

"Your Majesty, aren't you going to try? After all, Queen Diana was killed by Vogt."

Boone asked, glancing at Elina.

Elina shook her head.

Though she did want to punish Vogt, she knew the place was crowded, and as queen, it would not be appropriate for her to join in.

As time passed, Sylvus's shop earned far more than usual due to the excitement. Many came to witness Vogt's humiliation, and in the process, they bought plenty of potions from the shop.

By the end of the day, Sylvus had earned billions of magic crystals.

After all, there were many powerful people in the Holy City.

With a mage of Vogt's caliber captured, everyone wanted to see it firsthand, and they ended up purchasing many elixirs as well.

Even by nightfall, Vogt's screams had not ceased.

"There's no denying it, Vogt is a powerful mage. He screamed all day without stopping."

Sylvus chuckled as midnight approached, finally able to use forbidden magic once more.

"Finally, it's past midnight. I can use forbidden spells again."

A smile spread across Sylvus's face as he made his way toward Vogt.

Even though it was late, the area was still bustling with tens of thousands of people gathered to witness the spectacle.

"Master, this Vogt is incredibly resilient. He's been tortured all day and still hasn't begged for mercy."

Meylan and Ronald hurried to greet Sylvus as they saw him approach.

Everyone else fell silent, gazing in awe at the man under the moonlight—the man who had captured an undead mage.

Sylvus ignored the crowd and walked slowly toward Vogt.

By now, Vogt was in a wretched state, his robes nearly in tatters, his body covered in wounds.

"Kill me... kill me now..."

Vogt cried out in desperation when he saw Sylvus approaching. His eyes were filled with urgency.

He had been tortured for hours, and if it weren't for his inability to move or summon his magic, he would have ended his own life.

"I'm here to send you off."

Sylvus said with a smile.

At his words, Vogt froze for a moment before laughing out loud.

"Hahaha! Then hurry up and kill me! I've never wanted to die this much!"

Yet, deep within, his heart was filled with cold calculation.

As long as he died, he would be free from this torment, and it wouldn't take long for him to revive.

When he did, he would make sure to exact his revenge a hundredfold.

"Don't be so hasty. Before you die, I have a gift for you."

Sylvus smiled.

"What... what gift?"

A sense of dread suddenly rose in Vogt's heart. Could it be that... no, it couldn't be!

His life essence was hidden within the undead world, and not even the twelve other undead kings knew where it was.

There was no way Sylvus could know.

Besides, he had placed powerful barriers around his life essence.

If they were disturbed, he would know.

But Sylvus simply grinned as he placed his hand on Vogt's head.

Immediately, gray energy began to pour from Vogt's body, flowing into Sylvus's hand.

"Great Space Summoning!"

A few seconds later, Sylvus's eyes gleamed as he activated a forbidden spell.

Suddenly, a spatial ripple appeared in the air, and under everyone's watchful eyes, a massive rift opened in the sky.