Homunculus Alchemist Mga Nobela at Kwento

Only after five full hours did Logo finally discover the alchemical canon most suited to him. General Outline of Aslant Alchemy, A Foundational Introduction to Mechanical Alchemy, Karashen’s Analysis of Materials Science, Mefin’s Detailed Commentary on Runes, Collected Notes for Apprentice Alchemists… Eleven volumes in total. Had they been written on paper, any single one of them could easily have filled ten rooms. When Logo chose to receive this knowledge, each star of information transformed into a meteor and shot toward him, sinking one after another into his chest.

"You know this. You can do this." I grabbed a pipette and began measuring the distilled serums I had prepared, attempting to isolate the active compounds that might counteract the toxin. My mind raced through the potential variables—pH levels, molecular weights, and the serological interactions. Like a composer crafting a symphony, I carefully calculated the ratios, blending elements of modern science with age-old alchemical knowledge.

Upon consumption, he felt a surge of vitality, and the fatigue of his body disappeared without a trace. Pleased with the result, he exclaimed, "Amara, this pill is truly amazing. It's a must-have for traveling!" Amara replied, "Indeed, it's a secret recipe from my mentor." Amara's mentor, a renowned alchemy expert, had imparted the entire art to her. Regrettably, his training had not been his focus. He had dedicated all his energy to elixir study and died early on. Yet, the alchemical techniques he bequeathed significantly aided Amara.

“Damon somehow was hit with a blood curling curse, but it doesn’t seem like just one thing. I need to get some blood from the wound to find out what exactly was put into this… and who else was there?” “I was…” I answered. “What did the alchemist look like?” Look like? I could barely see his face. He just looked like the grim reaper with his undead army. “I didn’t get a close look at him. He just had on all black, it didn’t even look like a cloak or anything. It just look like black clouds… or something. He just looked dark, I didn’t see his eyes or his face. And I think he was practicing necromancy.”

Aurora pov. While washing the dishes, I couldn't help but think, "I still can't get my mind around the fact that the beast I saw in the Alpha's room is the Alpha himself." "Am I the dumb one for even going so far as to almost beat him with a stick?” If I'm sent out of this house right now, what will happen to me? I definitely should use more caution around here. But why was he not human and why did he look like that? Why is he covering himself too? I couldn't stop thinking about all of these things; I had no idea that I had been caught in my own thoughts for up to hours in the kitchen simply washing dishes.

His father HARON told him about the name in his neck, the tattoo and the bracelet. HARON was chocked of how AHMET read all the books in this age, and the knowledge he have, so he took him to the academy to pass the entrance exam,even he know the academy accepts children above 7 years old. The academy of alchemist is the only place in this continent where people can learn to be a doctor an alchemist or a scientist. Doctors they are specialist in creatures bodies and they can analyze new symptoms and discover the new disease. Alchimistes the are specialist in making potions to change appearance, to make your animal/pet quick or strong, there are many utility for potions.

“Most of them are, but there are also a regular pharmacist. Well, the newest tool that the technicians developed today was the monster barrier. They made it according to the alchemists' recipe.” “Ah, so it isn't some kind of magic but a chemical reaction that drives monsters away that night?” Fuschia nodded blankly. “So, magic are really perished from the land of Drachentia?” “Unfortunately yes, Your Highness. I also pity that.” Fuschia took a deep breath. “In that case, how can a person detect whether she is a victim of alchemy or not?” “Well, if a human exposed to alchemy, wouldn't her body feel heavier? Like her head would hurt tremendously.”

Dickson nodded and started to pick his nose. "Oh, this feels great. Well, an alchemist can help, but we have a problem. There are ten alchemists who can cultivate pills for the early-stage and middle-stage Transcendent Realm martial artists. It'll get harder from middle-stage to late-stage—only five alchemists are qualified. "For now, only Bern and Deborah have the ability to cultivate pills needed for mastering the Transcendent Realm. Even then, their success rates are dismally low—out of ten attempts, they're lucky if they manage to produce two pills."

'' Silence , this human is a special one he has the book which has things written abou wasteland here that's why i have decided to let him stay here and he won't cause us any harm i gurantee '' he spoke loudly . '' If he does can i kill him ?'' asked one horned man . '' Yes tear him into pieces '' replied Richard . Arthur was quite frightened by all of this but he kept his head high . '' Why did he came here then ?'' asked one witch . '' To research on al;chemy '' he spoke . '' ALCHEMY '' they all whispered . '' Are you daydreaming you want to learn alchemy ? no one can use it here '' said one giant . '' But my father discovered it i can too '' replied Arthur . '' Yes as he says his father A

“But you can’t be saying that I am one of these alchemists?” “No, not quite,” the doctor said with a smile. “But not too far from it. You see, as I said, the alchemists were the creators of the supernaturals, but there was one type of alchemist that was dedicated to seeing the difference in time and space. Or really three of them.” She pulled some more papers from under the graph. These were filled with writing and looked like they were photocopies from a book or something. “Have you ever heard of the Fates?” the doctor asked and I began to shake my head, but then stopped. Something like this did sound familiar. Something about weaving time or something like that.