I, Lord of Prayer

"We need to add more magnesium here... the fusion process needs to be faster here... and we need to reduce the amount of tin by 0.3 milligrams here..."

After fine-tuning the process for the seventh time, Zhou Chen tossed aside his pen, took a deep breath, and applied a sticker-like layer of alchemical matrix to the back of his hand. (Google search reading)

Then he reached out and made a grasping motion in the air, aiming at the several pieces of metal on the table.

The transformation begins!

The alchemical matrix on the back of his hand lit up, and under the guidance of his will, the magnesium, tin, potassium and other metals on the table instantly decomposed into powder, flowing in the air like quicksand, slowly gathering and fusing.

Zhou Chen was completely focused, beads of sweat sliding down his cheeks. He was trying to balance the weight of the many unstable metals. Even a difference of only one milligram could trigger a violent alchemy reaction, resulting in an explosion.

When you focus to the extreme, time seems to stand still. The whole world is left behind, leaving only the slowly forming small metal sphere in front of you and the general steps and process details that keep flashing through your mind.

Understanding, decomposing, reconstructing...

Once the expected process was completed smoothly, a crisp metallic clang rang out, and a small metal ball the size of a pigeon egg landed on the table, rolled around a few times, and finally came to rest next to the tray.

Zhou Chen remained in the outstretched position, stunned, and it took him a while to realize—I succeeded?

At that moment, he suddenly felt a sense of relief. He slumped into his chair and let out a long sigh, as if he had finally defeated the BOSS who had tormented him hundreds of times. A sense of accomplishment welled up from his heart, and he couldn't help but smile.

Then, he stood up and took a few steps back, a wisp of pale white flame condensing at his fingertips. With a flick of his finger, he sent the flame flying toward the makeshift flashbang on the table.

The instant the two collided, accompanied by a deafening roar, the flashbang unleashed a terrifying, blinding flash of light, and the white light engulfed the entire laboratory like a tidal wave. ☟♣ ➅➈Şн𝕦𝔁.C๏𝐦 ☹☆

A few seconds later, the light slowly dissipated, and Zhou Chen excitedly rubbed his hands together.

Once you've succeeded once and gained experience, the next step is to improve your proficiency through repeated practice.

  

There are still three trial version matrices left. Let's strike while the iron is hot and get a feel for it...

Then--

—Boom! Boom! Boom!

Three times in a row!

"I refuse to believe it!"

Zhou Chen wiped the soot off his face, gritted his teeth, and ran to the alchemy department's sales hall to buy ten trial versions of the conversion matrix. He then returned to continue his experiments.

Explode, explode, explode, explode!

Six experiments resulted in explosions for various reasons, and only four were successful in producing simple flashbangs.

A success rate of 40%.

"This is so expensive..."

Looking at the discarded trial version conversion matrices scattered all over the ground, Zhou Chen couldn't help but complain. One trial version conversion matrix cost 10,000, ten matrices cost 100,000... and in order to continue improving his proficiency, he had no choice but to keep burning them.

No wonder people on the forums say that alchemy is essentially about spending money.

This is just a simplified version of a flashbang; if we try to make bombs or something else later, it will only burn even more.

Even so, they still had to grit their teeth and keep burning: the practicality of alchemy was so irresistible that they had to learn it no matter how much it cost.

Just like the old saying goes—how can you become stronger without spending money?

So Zhou Chen bought twenty trial versions of the conversion matrix and began his painful life of burning money.

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"So, you're planning to attend the school anniversary celebration looking like this?"

On the fifth night, in the research department's secret room, Jiang Che stared blankly at the disheveled man in front of her. After not seeing him for several days, she almost didn't recognize him.

Zhou Chen had a full beard and messy hair, which looked like a chicken coop from the explosion. He looked as if he had just escaped from a black mine.

"Making flashbangs by hand is too difficult; I tried more than ten times..."

He scratched his head. "But I've succeeded. Now I can produce it consistently."

"Ha, just a flashbang, what's so difficult about that?" Xiao Yan, who was giving him a physical examination, opened his palm, and small metal spheres appeared in his hand. They then merged into a metal sphere the size of a basketball, stretching and changing shape at will, and finally transformed from metal back into the source substance and returned to his body.

Zhou Chen was speechless. How could these be the same? You've studied for several years, and I've studied for several years.

And to be able to learn how to hand-print in just five days, that's already quite a talent!

"By the way, aren't you a scholar? Why are you studying alchemy?"

"I studied a little during breaks from writing my thesis, just to relax," Xiao Yan replied casually.

Hesitantly speaking...

Zhou Chen didn't want to make a fool of himself. As a student of Professor Li An, the head of the research department, Xiao Yan's talent was beyond doubt. Just like those academic geniuses incomprehensible in student days, he was from a completely different world. Normal people could only look up to him.

"You've been eating well these past few days. Your physical indicators have increased fivefold compared to before, your mental strength and source energy have also increased by 3%, and your muscles are more toned... Wow, those pectoral muscles, those biceps, how did you train them?"

"Getting beaten up every day, huh?" Zhou Chen rolled his eyes. "Or how about I recommend my trainer to you? I guarantee you'll have a physique like mine in five days."

"Forget it, my arms and legs are too small to handle this... Alright, the physical exam is over, go take a shower and get ready for surgery," Xiao Yan said.

"Operation?"

Zhou Chen was taken aback. "What kind of surgery?"

"Of course, it's a surgery related to the mission. Don't worry, it's just two very simple minor surgeries, no need for open surgery," Xiao Yan replied.

After taking a shower, Zhou Chen was unwittingly pushed onto the operating table.

"Relax, it's just to give you a camera and headphones."

The surgeon used tweezers to pick up something resembling a colored contact lens and placed it into Zhou Chen's eyes. Zhou Chen only felt a cool sensation and experienced no discomfort when moving his eyeballs, as if the colored contact lens had become one with his eyeballs.

Afterward, the surgeon picked up a small patch, only a few millimeters in size, and inserted it into his ear.

Zhou Chen tilted his head, but surprisingly, he didn't fall out; it seemed as if he had already become part of his flesh and blood.

Xiao Yan explained, "The thing in your eyes is a contact lens-type invisible camera that can transmit everything you see back to the command center in real time. The thing in your ears is a miniature source mass communication device that can transmit the sounds you hear in real time. It can also communicate in your mind by vibrating source mass, and it also comes with GPS."

"These are high-tech devices created by combining technology and alchemy. They are not easily affected and are difficult to detect. They will integrate into your body the moment they are implanted."

"Science and alchemy, aren't they amazing?"

He patted Zhou Chen on the shoulder, "From now on, you're the man with a camera on your face."

Zhou Chen looked around, then turned to look at the screen in the room. The scene displayed on it was exactly what he saw, in 32K ultra-high definition, with every detail clearly visible.

He stroked his chin, pondered for a moment, and then asked, "What if I see something... uh, something more private? Will it be automatically censored?"

For example, when you go to the toilet...

The room fell silent.

Well, there's no way to solve this problem, and there's no automatic CAPTCHA solving program.

Either you don't look, or everyone pretends they didn't see it.

The long silence was finally broken by Jiang Che, who spoke in her usual calm tone: "Tomorrow is the school anniversary. According to the intelligence department's investigation, Xu Lingling has already informed the fanatics at Jinzhu University of your latest news. If all goes well, they will try to secretly contact you tomorrow."

I hope you can seize the opportunity and perform well.

The reason Xu Lingling hasn't been arrested yet is to allow her to convey the wrong information, thereby creating an opportunity for Zhou Chen to infiltrate the area.

Everything she knew was information Jiang Che wanted her to know.

If I'm not mistaken, Xu Lingling is currently basking in the joy of her achievement, while those fanatical followers of the Eternal Flame hiding in the shadows are probably already discussing whether or not to contact and win over Zhou Chen.

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Amidst the intensive preparations by all parties, the anniversary celebration day arrived.

Zhou Chen's life as a double agent is about to begin.

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