From Alchemy Apprentice to All-Powerful God King

The next morning, before dawn, Matthew arrived outside the Alchemy Workshop.

After waiting for a moment, Flynn, with a big smile on his face, appeared in his sight and walked over from a distance.

"You arrived even earlier than me, Matthew."

"I just arrived too."

After meeting outside the alchemy workshop, the two went inside and locked the doors and windows from the inside.

Before Flynn could speak, Matthew took out a jar containing ten Death Worms and placed it on the table.

"Master Flynn, I only managed to get ten as you instructed."

"Well, it's not your fault. I heard that a wild knight broke in. It wasn't just you; many people didn't find anything in the latter half of the night."

Flynn put the Death Worm into his pocket, then took out eight gold coins and placed them on the table.

"This...the price isn't right."

Matthew frowned slightly as he looked at the two missing gold coins on the table. He hadn't expected Flynn to be even more greedy than he had anticipated.

Flynn, however, looked earnest and reached out to fiddle with the gold coins before pushing them in front of Matthew.

"Matthew, I know it's not easy for you guys to earn gold coins, but you have to understand that our mentors are also under a lot of pressure. How about this?"

"I recommend you to participate in the alchemist competition held by the guild next month. I think with your talent and skills, winning first place again shouldn't be a problem."

That's all I have to say; Matthew certainly understands.

This is clearly an attempt to embezzle the gold coins that should have been given to him, while using the pretext of recommending him for the Alchemist Grand Competition to shut him up.

The key issue is that Matthew couldn't refuse.

There are two requirements to be promoted to an instructor at the Alchemy Workshop.

The first is to become a power user and possess magic.

The second is to participate in various competitions and obtain enough points.

Both are indispensable; otherwise, promotion will be impossible.

"Then I'll thank you in advance, Professor Flynn." Matthew showed no sign of displeasure and put away the eight gold coins.

He then took out a piece of parchment from his clothes and laid it on the table.

"This is?"

Upon seeing the densely written text on the parchment, Flynn immediately sat up and grabbed it.

"The recipe for the swarm bugs has been tested for the past two days and has basically stabilized; it shouldn't go wrong," Matthew explained.

Flynn looked somewhat agitated as he gazed at the recipe notes on the parchment.

At first glance, apart from changing some materials, it is basically no different from the self-destructing bug. The only difference is the order of the components and the dosage.

Realizing he had overreacted, Flynn coughed twice and then put the recipe back on the table.

"Ahem, that Matthew, although the formula is stable, there might still be room for improvement."

"Here's what you'll do: practice it once in front of me, and I'll take a look."

After saying this, Flynn took out the materials needed for the recipe from his magic ring and placed them in front of the alchemy table.

"I knew it!" Matthew looked at the materials in front of him. He had anticipated before he came that Flynn would definitely make him refine it first to ensure the recipe was correct.

Following that, Matthew successfully crafted a swarm of exploding bugs in front of Flynn, using the ingredients and in the correct order from the recipe. It was exactly the same as the one he had used in the test.

Flynn stood to the side, taking notes on the rapid process of the refining.

After confirming that there was no difference between the two recipes, the smile on his face widened even more.

"You're very good, Matthew. I'll help you study this recipe first. Don't worry, I'll submit it to the guild in your name and help you apply for points."

Matthew could only smile faintly at Flynn's words.

In this alchemy workshop, which apprentice doesn't know that his words are as meaningless as farting?

But inwardly he was secretly laughing: Go ahead and refine them, they'll all remain silent.

The reason I came a day later was not only to sell the magic insects, but also to improve the formula.

The modified formula and the dosage of the ingredients were indeed exactly the same, but he hid the most important step. The method was very subtle, and the insect eggs had to be cultivated using his own magic power.

If you only use magic potions, the resulting item will most likely be a dud.

As Matthew walked out of the alchemy workshop, the sound of pages turning echoed in his mind.

[Label Rank Upgrade]

[Daily Good Deed Lv.1: 100/1000 Experience Points, Luck +10]

Whether it's bad luck or good luck, it's all just fortune.

Everyone has luck. When someone is lucky enough, it's visible to the naked eye; the same applies to bad luck.

"I leveled up? It seems that fulfilling other people's wishes can also increase experience points, even if it's against me."

As the notification popped up, Matthew's eyes also changed.

At this moment, he could see some white or black gas swirling above the heads of the apprentices who came to the guild's alchemy workshop. It was so faint that it was not easy to see it unless you looked closely.

Then, with some curiosity, he turned back to look at Flynn inside the alchemy workshop, who was trying his best to control his excitement.

Thick black energy was swirling around his head, but it vanished instantly as Matthew stopped channeling magic into his eyes.

"So that's how it's used."

At the same time, an idea was born in his mind: if he met a lucky person in the future, could he steal the good fortune by following that person?

However, these are all speculations. He looked throughout the entire Alchemy Workshop and found no one who possessed such a rich aura as Flynn.

Matthew didn't say anything to remind him, and turned to leave. All I can say is that he deserved it, and I wish him good luck.

......

That night, after crafting dozens of swarms of exploding bugs, Flynn sneaked away from the guild.

In the town of Val, there is a tavern that most ability users frequent.

The tavern is unusually crowded today.

Perhaps because the extermination was over, the ability users had sold some demonic insects and earned some gold coins.

These people who spend their days in the wild dealing with strange beasts usually live for the moment, and will do it again if they run out of money tomorrow.

"Hey, isn't this Flynn? What's wrong? Why aren't you apprenticing at your alchemy workshop today?"

"Don't talk nonsense. That's my teaching method. Only in this way can excellent alchemists be cultivated. Matthew is an example of that."

"Heh, what have you taught them? Are you going to say later that the formula for those exploding bugs is yours?"

"Hahaha...."

The atmosphere in the tavern became lively thanks to Flynn.

Seeing this, Flynn didn't want to argue with them; he had come here on business.

He walked through the crowd to the closed door on the second floor, knocked gently three times, and then pushed the door open and went inside.

"Brandon, I have a shipment of goods that I need you to help me promote!"

Inside the room sat a burly man with his shirt off, who took a big gulp of wine, then shook the foam off his long black beard and looked at the demonic insect that Flynn had placed on the table. His expression changed.

"What you're doing is... a swarm of exploding insects?"