The Alchemist's Guide to Flesh and Blood Ascension

Chapter 152 Does it hurt?

pain?

This word had long been forgotten by the black-robed alchemist who was used to exchanging injuries for injuries.

His heart did indeed skip a beat the moment Lilith mentioned that feeling.

This means that his biggest secret has been completely exposed, at least in front of this silver-haired girl.

Yonivore slowly lowered his hand, trying to find any trace of "humanity" in Lilith's eyes, but unsurprisingly failed.

Lilith kept her head tilted, touching her lips with her fingertip, seemingly bewildered by the extremely complex "emotions" she was experiencing.

A moment later, she withdrew her hand, put the red thread back in, and then stood up.

Click—click.

Like a wind-up doll with gears slowly turning, Lilith walked straight to a relatively dark corner on the first floor of the apothecary.

Then, she leaned against a drainpipe and slowly, inch by inch, sat down straight.

Lilith's hands were folded on her knees, revealing a strangely unease yet obedient demeanor.

"Yonev—what is she—?" Iseria asked in a low voice, somewhat puzzled.

"She's AFK, because she's not thinking about anything and doesn't need to do anything," the black-robed alchemist said casually, leaning back in a dilapidated wicker chair, raising a kerosene lamp, and continuing to observe the silver-haired girl in front of him.

Iseria held a bowl of freshly heated mushroom soup, trying to get the silent silver-haired girl to say a few more words.

It's unclear how long Lilith was tormented by the former, but her almost "silent" face finally relaxed slightly, and she uttered another string of words that sounded somewhat ethereal.

"Not hungry————"

No sooner had she finished speaking than a gurgling sound came from her abdomen.

"Uh... want some?" Iseria and Lilith stared at each other, wide-eyed.

"good----"

This scene continued until the evening of the third day.

While carrying a box of freshly purified "Ice Breath Grass" extract, Iseria accidentally tripped over a piece of raised sheet metal.

Despite her best efforts to maintain her balance, the earthenware bottle placed on the edge of the counter still wobbled and let out a desperate cry!

Snap!

Iseria's panicked expression shattered along with the clay bottle!

At that moment, a white shadow flashed by. Lilith, who was sitting in the corner with her knees drawn up, suddenly sprang up and stretched out her hands, which were covered with red stitches, before Iseria could even cry out in surprise!

A sour and subtle friction sound rang out, and Lilith's special skin was instantly torn open by the fragments on the ground!

But there wasn't a single drop of blood?!

Instead, a pale golden liquid, emitting a faint scent of dragon's breath leaves, flowed out from the wound. Lilith seemed completely unaware of her injury, simply picking up the fragments with a blank expression.

"Lilith, don't do that!" Iseria cried out in a low voice, grabbing the silver-haired girl's wrist.

The latter looked down, belatedly noticing the "blood" flowing from his palm, but continued to grab at the relatively sharp porcelain shards without a second thought—his brow never furrowing once.

This complete blockage of the sense of pain appears somewhat "desperate" under the dim light.

"This seems like a silent truth," Yunevo walked over slowly, grabbed Lilith by the back of the neck, and while activating [Extreme Overload] to pull her backward, he also cleaned up the fragments on the ground.

"Presumably, when she was created—she wasn't endowed with the instinct to survive," or perhaps as a human being, the black-robed alchemist said, lighting up the entire first floor of the apothecary with his free hand.

"Is it because of me?" Iseria asked, inevitably recalling the fabricated lives that existed in her mind.

"It's possible—" Yunevo sighed, "If that's how you calculate it, then this thing is still my fault."

"?" Iseria blinked, quickly tidied up the clutter on the first floor, and then sat down, panting, opposite the black-robed alchemist, continuing to ask, "What about Lilith—"

"Hmm—Iseria, would you be interested in becoming a teacher?"

"?"

Iseria looked at the silver-haired girl sitting in front of the counter, staring at her palm with a puzzled expression.

The latter seemed to "think" for a while before slowly turning to look at Younevo, his tone inexplicably tinged with grievance: "Boss—conflict—"

"Alright, alright, I'll give you some non-conflicting work then—" Yunevo waved his hand. If this girl was acting according to "instructions," then his priority as the activator was undoubtedly greater than everything else.

After all, the creator could also be her "father" —

died.

So she assumed she would be minding the shop for Eunicevo, but while tidying up the shop, she was confused when Eunicevo stopped her.

"Iseria, you're here too—" The black-robed alchemist beckoned to the fair-haired girl, signaling her to come upstairs as well.

Inside the laboratory, three sophisticated alchemical boilers were emitting a high-pressure roar.

Yunevo yawned. Although the system acted as the wholesaler of the potions, he still needed to personally handle the most crucial research and development step, which involved creating something from scratch.

Optimization is no exception; even a slight error in the proportions, down to the milliliter, can lead to drastically different drug effects.

This led to the result that Yonivore, relying on his endurance, once again stayed up all night.

"Come and take a look, then we'll make it together. There's plenty of material; you just need to experiment and find the best ratio."

Iseria and Lilith stood quietly side by side.

Yonivore took out a measuring tube and began working on the extremely complex medicine-making process again.

This was naturally not difficult for Iseria, after all, she had already learned the skill quite well through constant exposure.

Three or four tenths, plus the elective courses offered by Tuss College —

She then gained a fairly comprehensive understanding of the matter of "alchemy".

But Lilith was a blank slate. She tilted her head, watching Yunevo's every move, her hand hovering in mid-air, as if simulating synchronized operation.

"Alright, you can try it out." After a moment, Yunevo turned around with a slightly cloudy sample of the original liquid and continued, "The judging criteria is very simple: just look at how clear the liquid is."

"When you can't judge with your own eyes—just call me. Don't worry about bothering me," the black-robed alchemist casually wiped the residue of the potion from his fingertips onto his clothes.

"Oh, by the way, Lilith—when I'm not in your field of vision, Iseria is your highest-ranking commander."

"Anyway, good luck with the medicine making."