Fractionating Still Minecraft Novels & Stories

Still being refined. Still more.

"It feels like we're walking down into the throat of an active forge." "We are," Marcus said from the center of the line, his broken wrist crudely bound in a strip of Vane’s cloak. He walked with a strange, delicate grace despite the rough terrain, his eyes constantly scanning the ancient glyphs carved into the walls. "Tier One was the refinery—where the common labor turned the raw stone into fuel. Tier Two is where the king kept the failures. The vats. The things that didn't take the light." A heavy, wet squelch echoed from the darkness ahead.

“I might need some time to dismantle a monster of Polbit’s size. But it won’t take more than an hour at most. How about you and this gentleman beside you take a stroll around town in the meantime?” Both me and Aran looked at each other. “…Then, we’ll be back within an hour.” A/N: Destructive distillation. Decomposition of a solid by heating it in a closed container and collecting the volatile constituents given off. The products created includes coal tar, coke, and ammonia. So yeah, our MC here is thinking of making a road XD Updates will be every 4 days. Thank you for the wait, and hope you enjoy this work!

Unexpectedly, Sabrina replied with a faint smile, "Haha, Mister Marshall, you shouldn't rush to conclude. Alchemy furnaces are also classified into different grades, ranging from first to ninth grade, right?" Mister Marshall proudly nodded, "Yes, alchemy furnaces are indeed classified into grades. My alchemy furnace is already an eighth-grade alchemy furnace. Could it be that the alchemy furnace in your hand is a ninth-grade alchemy furnace?" Sabrina faintly smiled and said, "You're right. It is indeed classified from first to ninth grade, but don't forget that they are also categorized as ordinary artifacts and spiritual artifacts. The one you're using, the eighth-grade alchemy furnace, sho

Their visors could check the faint traces of more bodies at the next room, stacking up they begin their breach. Frank goes in first, his shield primed while H-6 and his right shoulder gun peaked just out of cover. The area they entered was a balcony that overlooked what appeared to be a processing floor. A myriad of cylinders and distillation equipment dotted a long line of tables, and an unknown substance seemed to be the product evident by what appeared to be a packing machine that was continually releasing sealed bottles filled with a strange purple liquid.