Strong Arm Alchemist Mga Nobela at Kwento

He was hoping that the Martial Alchemy Furnace would be able to compensate for his lack of experience. The elixir he concocted was called the Elixir of Reversal. It was a formula that Emperor Jabari found in an abandoned ruin. Though the Elixir of Reversal was only an elixir at the Sage Rank’s Fifteenth Grade, its effects were impressive. Upon consumption, the power of one’s body would increase, and one’s battle prowess would be further enhanced along with the duration of the battle. Throughout a battle, one’s strength would be able to increase nine times. It was an indispensable elixir in battle.

"haaa...haaa" "Hmm, you’re improving." Nerom notices Alkhun's endurance getting stronger. Alkhun has a tremendous talent in Magic and is blessed by tremendous mana that's pretty normal for elite family descendants. The thing Alkhun lacks was physical power, strength, endurance, and inexperience in combat. Nonetheless, Nerom knows that this kid could probably beat him when it comes to all-out power. He was born a mage. "Do you think how long does it take for me to beat you?"

I could tell he was a beta and based on what he was wearing, he looked like a soldier. He winked at me, saying 'hi' while smiling when our eyes met, which made me a little annoyed. I frowned and immediately looked away from him. Then, I felt him hold my arm. It's as if he doesn't want to lose me by his side, unlike that other man who held me forcefully earlier and seemed to be furious. I tried to get away from him but failed as he started pulling me out of the videoke bar. "We need to get out of here! That Alpha is ruthless and crazy. And he has a lot of minions who are with him," the beta guy said seriously as he pulled me out even though I objected and wanted to walk on my own.

“A rare one, you have heard about Astilr's ring?” “Yes.” “I'm planning to make a stronger one.” “Is that possible?” “I've made two lesser ones.” “It is possible. I know what you need.” “That was easy.” “Search in the back.” The alchemist went in the back. The shelves were full of every known alchemical ingredient. He stopped, lifted on of the jars that had a creature inside. The creature was mix between a bat and reptile.

After an hour, Soheila bids goodbye and went back to her room. An Alchemist was a profession that has the power to heal people with their pills. They could also refine a lot of types of pills such as changing someone's appearance and everything. Also, fighting with an alchemist was hard since alchemists had unlimited pills that could heal themselves or make them invisible.

Alchemy menu release. Alchemy menu show in front their face, every Nin Guild member starts the process Potion Maker after their mistress gives an explanation, each of them making ten thousand health Potion for Mortal stage 1. "Leader, the herb for next Potion in the future can't support anymore." Slave two worry after this production they don't have stock, he speaks with little sound.

"When have you ever seen an alchemist that's so strong? All alchemists throw themselves into the art, how could they have time to practice combat?!" Gent Morales was an alchemist that was raised by the Unbreaking Pavilion. He had quite a lot of pride. The Unbreaking Pavilion was somewhere that cultivated warriors, so alchemists only took up a small percentage.

But not only was the binding about to expire—the three slaughter warriors behind him were also rising one after another. “A divine goldsmith—how much alchemical solution can she possibly be carrying?” A dark figure approached slowly. “I’m quite curious, Miss Yina—are you in fact an alchemist? Can you concoct potions while killing your enemies?” Thor stood with his arms folded, the inverted cross on his forearm glaringly conspicuous. The dark holy tome in his hands was open, his black robe rippling in the wind. Among those hulking warriors, he was the leanest in build. But I had no path of retreat.

He was fighting with everything he had to appear strong and invincible to his pack. As we broke through the last line of trees, a group of pack members was waiting, worry etched onto their faces. Hera stood at the front, and I forced a smile in her direction with a slight nod to tell her he was okay... or as okay as he could be at the moment. “Alpha!” The strongest looking of the group breathed from beside Hera, and I recognized his power instantly. He was the Beta who had been leading the pack training. “You’re back.”

“He’s the vampire.” I almost stopped walking. “A what?” “Vampire,” she whispered. “They say he drinks blood. They give him blood bags, but last semester, someone annoyed him. He drank from her neck. Right there in class. She survived… but her memory didn’t.” “What does that mean?” “She doesn’t remember anything. Not even her own name.” My legs felt weak. “Next is Alec. He’s a shifter. Playful, wild, very good-looking. But don’t be fooled. One wrong word, and he’ll turn into a black wolf and break your bones.”