The Alchemist's Guide to Flesh and Blood Ascension

The following morning, Eunicev awoke from his bed in his temporary lodging, his sleepy eyes scanning the alarm barriers set up on the threshold and windowsill.

Very good... it wasn't triggered. He sat up, feeling as if his soul was still curled up in the blanket, fast asleep.

Getting up early is fine.

But getting up early to work at 8 AM?

Absolutely not!

This morning's lesson was an introduction to the practical application of Magic Source, undoubtedly a very easy lesson...

Thinking of this, he still got out of bed repeatedly.

I must say, this little private room is arranged... at least much better than in my previous life.

Thanks to the unique development of alchemy, everyday items like toothpaste and toothbrushes were invented very early on.

After washing up, Yunevo put on the academy's uniform and headed to the classroom.

With a piece of whole wheat bread dangling from his mouth, he naturally walked in through the back door and sat down in the last row of the large classroom that could hold a hundred people.

Top students will not miss any classes, even easy ones.

In the lecture hall, the height of the last row was enough for him to have a clear view of the entire classroom.

Although psychological factors also play a role.

After a short wait, the classroom quickly became crowded... especially the back row.

"Oh my God, don't you think ignoring those homeless people begging for money... is a very unorthodox thing to do?"

A voice full of pity came from the aisle, and the figure walked straight to the front row of the classroom and sat down.

Yonivore's drowsiness vanished instantly—he's here to work!

"George, I agree with you. The Sanctuary should allocate a special fund to build a shelter in the lower city so that they know that a merciful and generous God is always watching over the world."

Another voice echoed, originating from a meticulously groomed brown-haired young man.

He wore the sanctuary's silver-gilt emblem on his chest, his expression empty and sorrowful.

"The world belongs to our beloved God... and we return to Him a more sacred world."

These are the madmen Milo mentioned yesterday? Eunice twirled his pen, matching their faces with the files in his memory…

The brown-haired youth was named Coster Gale, and was known for his advanced and brilliant ideas about runic literature.

But in terms of personality... it's said that he has a tiny bit of a flaw.

"Look at those church students sitting in a row, it's like they've joined a pyramid scheme."

He muttered under his breath—there was even a girl smiling and whispering to the sparrows outside the window.

How come this little girl has started exchanging teachings with sparrows?

These obsessed people seemed to have their minds stamped with a steel seal, with Yune hunched over the draft in front of him, writing and drawing.

The school bell rang, and the bald old professor walked to the front desk, reading from the lesson plan passed down through generations...

More intriguing than that was the conversation in the back row.

"Hey, have you guys heard? That abandoned old dormitory in the backyard..."

The two students beside him held up their textbooks to cover their faces and began to whisper among themselves.

"Of course! A friend of mine heard sounds of things being moved and running water while on night patrol... just the day before yesterday!"

Yune rested his chin on his hand and glanced briefly at the tense and serious face of one of the students; clearly, the "friend" he was referring to was himself.

"Did he hear any muffled weeping, or any wailing or screaming?"

"Good heavens, it seems like there is... That's terrifying! Weren't the old dormitories sealed off a long time ago?"

Another student rubbed the hairs standing on end on his hands and asked in a low voice.

"It's said that many people have died there, and it's haunted! The news's been spreading throughout the school lately..."

And what about the must-see campus ghost stories?

Yoni lowered his eyes, pondering his next plan—to pretend to be an innocent and naive junior student who had stumbled upon the situation and "harass" the top student, Coster Gale.

All the clues now point directly to the church; what he lacks is an opportunity to enter the West End or the old dormitory building.

As soon as the bell rang, the top students who were slow to pack up were naturally forced to squeeze into their seats. Yune took a breath; it was time for him to be the best actor again.

"Hey, Senior Coster!"

He gave a smile that was a mixture of embarrassment and admiration, speaking in a shy voice that the other person could just hear.

"I'm so sorry to bother you so abruptly... I've read your paper before, the one about runes, it was absolutely brilliant!"

Koster paused, forcing out a stiff but relieved smile.

"God's wisdom guides humanity forward, and I have only been noticed by chance... Thank you, God."

"My God, God! Senior Coster... do you know! I've always believed that God is everywhere, and that every action we take is guided by Him toward holiness..."

Ugh, I feel a bit nauseous...

Yonivore pursed his lips and forced a fawning smile.

"Senior Koster, do you think I... am fortunate enough to be received by the gods?"

"It's good that you have such reverence for the gods..."

Coster gave a satisfied smile.

"The Enlightenment Society will be recruiting new students in a few days, and you can give it a try."

"Oh God, thank you for your guidance, may the gods always watch over you!"

Yune crossed himself and watched Coster leave, finally unable to hold back his bared teeth.

……

It was still a dark and windy night.

Yonivore took on the arduous task of weeding the academy and mixed a few serene orchids into the flowerbed—alchemy plants that he had specially modified.

Like a surveillance system, I share my vision with him through [Spiritual Vision], monitoring every slight abnormal fluctuation of magical energy.

Why not use small animals to go in and investigate? It's not like Yonivore hasn't tried it before.

However, some kind of magical barrier in the old dormitory building will crush these restless "little things" to pieces.

After two or three nights of tranquility, a faint but extremely regular golden light flickered behind a broken window on the first floor of the old dormitory, like the afterglow of some kind of ceremony.

Many sanctuary wagons entered through the back door and headed straight for this old dormitory, carrying loads of heavy, unsightly cloth.

The church members remained inside for quite some time, and a frequency of demonic energy tremors entered the tranquil orchid, appearing in fluctuating patterns before Yunefu…

Waves of despair representing tearing pain.

The evidence is conclusive, but the question is what exactly is going on inside... not what's inside.

What Yonivore needs now is a legitimate opportunity, one that at least doesn't arouse suspicion in the short term...

An enlightenment conference? We still have to rely on it...

He pulled out several church candles and a bottle of water from the "holy spring" from the drawer.

It's so easy to immerse yourself in the sacred atmosphere of the church.

[Congratulations, host, on successfully creating the Divine Disguise Potion]

[Effect: Makes you smell like an old charlatan who's been soaking in holy water for three days]

[Quality Assessment: Rough]

Duration assessment: one day

As soon as the system notification sounded, Yunefu hid the bottle of potion in the lining of his pillow and got up to add several more layers of protection to the room.

Goodnight, Tircol Academy, and most of the children here...

So innocent that they have never experienced the harsh realities of society.

Therefore, Ionevoy was extremely looking forward to the next few days... his "teaching sessions".