Strong Arm Alchemist 소설 & 이야기

He was pointing at the young man across from him, berating him loudly. The young man opposite him was young, about a few years younger than Adrian. He looked frightened and huddled in a corner, not daring to move. He allowed the other man to scold him without retaliating. After listening for a while, Adrian understood what they were arguing about. It turned out that the younger man was a pretty skillful alchemist who had just recently entered the field. The man in the long robe gave him a batch of herbs, hoping the young man could make some Dragon Prime Pills.

And there, slumped in a chair by the hearth, was Alaric. I knew he was dead the moment I saw him. His skin was pale, his body unnaturally still. A goblet lay overturned on the table beside him, its contents staining the wood a dark red. But it wasn’t wine. The wolfsbane scent was strongest here, mingling with the metallic tang of blood. For a moment, I just stood there, staring at the man who had once been the strongest wolf in the land. Alaric wasn’t just an alpha—he was the alpha. His strength, both physical and political, had kept the packs from falling into chaos.

Alchemists are classified as [Alchemy Beginner], [Expert Alchemist], [Master Alchemist], [Grand Alchemist], and [Saint-grade Alchemist]. After a while of walking, Long Chen and Li'er arrived at a grand and elegant pavilion with a sign that read "Alchemist Association". This is where alchemists register. In this city, the strongest alchemist is only a low-grade [Grand Alchemist], which is already very impressive. In this world, Saint-grade Alchemists can be counted on one's fingers. It is also said that the Alchemist Association has a [Divine Rank Alchemist]. Long Chen and Li'er entered the pavilion. Long Chen approached the registration hall and said.

an alchemist could acquire the corresponding "sub-abilities." The high-dimensional information space of the Aslanth civilization contained many such "recipes." For instance, Logo had noticed one called "Calm Heart," a sub-ability that could soothe the mind, dispel restlessness, stabilize mental power, and help the alchemist focus entirely on alchemical studies. By following the recipe, there was a 38% chance of acquiring this ability at the junior alchemist level, 45% at the intermediate alchemist level, 21% at the advanced alchemist level, and only a 1.3% chance at the top-tier alchemist level...

Although the exam would cost some money, it was generally worth it. With his current ability, he could at least obtain a Level Five Alchemist Medel. It wasn't that his alchemy skills were insufficient but that he was completely limited by his cultivation. The higher the level of the pills is, the higher the requirements for the internal strength of the Alchemist. The reason why an Alchemist was respected by people was that an Alchemist could refine high-quality pills and also was the expert at martial arts but the combat capability was a little worse than that of a warrior at the same level.

He knew this success would mean that he could quickly increase the success rate and become a real level two low-rank alchemist. "I heard that some of the upper-class families have an alchemist here in South Link City. The strongest of them is a level one high-rank alchemist. Which means I'm the strongest alchemist in this city because I'm now a level two low-rank alchemist!"

Stormbringer— An alchemist that transmutes stress to electricity. Avenger— An alchemist that transmutes pain to healing and strength. It can also be used to punish anyone who has caused them pain, cursing them. Scorchers— An alchemist that transmutes anger to flame. Optimist— An alchemist that transmutes joy to health, and luck. Reaper— A rare type of Alchemist that breathes/ absorbs life for healing, and strength. They can also use it to temporarily copy the power or skill of someone they had killed.

“Which is what made me realize, we’ve been looking in the wrong direction. Following the spies, chasing whispers. But whoever we’re dealing with has resources. Access. Power.” How did we not figure this out? Jerome’s eyes narrowed. “How many alchemists in our allied packs are licensed to make this?” “Five,” I said. “And only three were cleared to handle military-grade alchemical weapons.” I reached into the drawer and pulled out a file, opening it. it contained a list, names written in sharp ink. My fingers tapped on one. "This one– Ashton of Stoneclaw was commissioned five months ago by one of the council elders to develop containment tools. He filed no complaints and no extra inventory wen

His hair and beard are almost white, with visible streaks of gray, and along with his crumpled and stained lab coat, they all seemed to have been unattended for a long while now. "It's an artificial spirit prototype made by yours truly, the great Professor-Inventor Zen Xiu, 'cha know?," the professor said with a sly smirk on his face. The young student was amazed and filled with awe, his eyes wide with interest, but was instantly replaced by ripples of worry, leaving his face creased with apprehension. "You're creating something that will most likely provoke some of the Elder Council again...," the young man replied with a worried look on his face.