Strong Arm Alchemist Mga Nobela at Kwento

"By the time you find him… it'll already be the end." "How do you know it's him?" I asked. Something felt very wrong. I had never told her about Alaric. I did not understand why she was saying all that, but her words threw my mind into chaos again. "Alaric is no good. He's actually a necromancer from the neighboring village. Your father paid a tremendous price to buy materials from him to preserve the body. "That stuff… is refined from the dead." My breathing hitched. She kept going.

"End this. Now. Or I will feed you to your own dogs." ​"My dogs? No, Rhea. They are your brothers. Your cousins. Anyone who wandered too far south in the last ten years," the Alchemist said, finally turning to face her. "Do you know how hard it is to stabilize the Silver Bane DNA? It’s so... stubborn. So prideful. It took me years to find the catalyst. Do you know what it was?" ​He stepped closer, and Rhea felt a wave of nausea. He smelled of formaldehyde and dead lilies.

I abruptly lost my train of thought and rushed over to offer him my help. "S... sir, are you all...right?" At the moment, I was stuttering. However, I couldn't let this attractive god be all by himself here for some reason. The man's deep voice demanded, "Go away." I came to a halt. I should have been afraid right now, but I wasn't. I gently said, "Sir, I can help you; it looks like you need a doctor." Even in that momentary state, Alex is impressed by what she stated; nonetheless, he was taken aback by her apparent lack of werewolf strength.

And why did he have to smell so good too? These questions played in my mind like a sideshow, demanding answers I didn’t have. I got to the office and finished up my work in a rush but accurately. Once I was done, I dashed out to meet the one person I hoped would have an answer for me. Althea was the strongest witch I knew. She had existed for many years that left people wondering how she was still alive.

Bruce's tone turned cold, "If you can't make a Spiritual Pill, or the one you make ends up being subpar, you've got no right to question anything like you did, and you'll have to pay for your words." The crowd nodded in agreement. Eliam's master was an Ambience level cultivator, highly skilled in alchemy. How dare this young man slander him like that!

Nova is quiet for a long moment before she murmurs, “I hate that you’re right.” We sit there in silence, our wrists bound, hearts tied to something we didn’t ask for—but maybe, just maybe, we’d be strong enough to choose our own fate anyway. The wolf from before returns not long after, the same one who had offered advice in the office. His expression is unreadable, calm but alert, as if prepared for anything. Without a word, he steps forward and begins untying the ropes around our wrists. “I’m Eric,” he says once the ropes fall away. “I serve as the Alphas’ steward and—on occasion—their butler. I’ve been instructed to show you to your rooms.”

If someone as strong and powerful as her is so disturbed, then this must be much worse than we anticipated. “If Armstrong is really alive… then he’s much stronger than you can imagine. Like I said, Undead in transition is extremely strong, since they have both their wolf and Undead’s blood in them. I don’t want to sound overly negative, but if Armstrong got turned into an Undead… he might be too powerful to stop. It’s one thing to turn regular wolves into Undeads, but he’s an alpha. This is really bad. Really, really bad.” I unconsciously press myself closer to Ren as the realization hits me.

The Wild willows’ secret which they kept well. Alpha Justin wasn’t always sick, he used to be the strongest warrior of Wild Willows and the only one with the Alpha’s blood running in his veins in the pack. He had won the Wild Willows the name ‘strongest pack’ in the days of his glory and strength before the misfortune befell him. He fell victim to poisoning which eroded his immune system and left him pale and sickly. “You know you shouldn’t be standing for long, and by the window at that. What if you catch a cold?”

This super-level performance was the most satisfying Blood Energy Pill she had ever refined. ‘Humph! ‘You turned off the fire in ten minutes. It’s probably because the materials you used to refine have already been cooked to waste! ‘Let’s see how you boast your way out of it this time!’ She let out a long breath and glanced at Alex’s side. As a result, she saw the old alchemist standing next to Alex with a strange expression on his face. The old alchemist’s name was Sid Steadman, and he was a senior in the Elixir Department.