The Alchemist's Guide to Flesh and Blood Ascension

Eunice walked straight through the oak door, but the envisioned secret chamber and altar did not appear in his sight.

Instead, there was only a winding, downward-sloping stone staircase, and the sandalwood scent in the air grew even stronger...

Eric is probably still at the end of the stone steps right now, working on some unknown props.

As Yunevo descended the stone steps, the deliberately manicured luminous moss between the bricks served as a light source, allowing him to focus less on each step he took.

At the end, a bright and open space appeared—it was an underground laboratory that had been completely transformed, and the space in front of us was much larger than the old dormitory building.

Pipes and cables crisscrossed, and as the magical energy flowed, alchemical runes and stagnation spells converged on the molten gold holy runes that glowed with golden light.

Huge, embedded niches were carved into the wall, not to hold icons...

Instead, it is a "cultivation chamber" made of anti-magic stones and mithril mixed with white and purple.

Within its murky, dark golden liquid, the faint outline of a curled-up human figure could be seen.

Human experimentation? Yunevo frowned, his fingertips resting on the remaining medicine in his pouch, and took a few steps forward.

In the center of this area... is a metal workbench covered with countless rune marks.

The curled parchment was pinned to one side, and the ink from the quill pen tip was still wet.

Erik's prayers reached Ionevoy's ears—the source was in the next room, but the manuscripts and diaries were what he was looking for.

He tapped the recording crystal clipped to the other side of his collar twice. The cover of the journal was cool, as if it were made of some kind of monster's leather. The yellowed paper was covered with messy but orderly fanatical handwriting.

Excerpt 1: The eighth "carrier" screening criteria were finally revised to include those with weak willpower and no strong resistance to one's own side as the primary targets.

"Number 07, the eccentric genius Coster Gale's conversion efficiency far exceeds that of Number 03, who has deep family ties..." Yunefu stroked his chin, and he understood in his heart the look in Eric's eyes at that time.

"So you're just using me as the next experimental guinea pig?" He flipped through the journal, coming to a page with obvious signs of alteration.

Excerpt 3: Success! A brief success! The arrival of my god is no longer a pipe dream! Number 15, after being injected with active material from ■■, maintained ■■ for a brief period!

He... He used divine magic! But it shattered into pieces of flesh half a minute later... Damn it!

Yunevo clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction, but fortunately the diary was quite thick, so the rest of the story would likely be just as exciting.

Excerpt 8: Good heavens! The Archbishop! The Archbishop who issued the order for the experiment has actually come to visit in person! Praise be to the Archbishop! He has bestowed a real name upon this project…

"Materialization of God" – personally forging the path to divinity.

Excerpt: Experiments should no longer be limited to humans! Those monsters! And those clearly possess structures superior to humans… The advisor from the Association has provided a brilliant direction!

A three-way collaboration without a doubt... Yonivore tapped his knuckles on the pages of the book.

The powerful church put forward the theory and purpose of creating a controllable god... Alchemy and magic were used as experimental "materials", ultimately creating the tip of the iceberg of this black industry chain.

Most of the students enrolled in Tircol are kind-hearted and innocent... which is probably beneficial to the coverage of "divinity".

His gaze, tinged with pity, swept over the silent "insect amber" in the incubation chamber, those children who maintained a pure passion for magic.

The evidence is sufficient, but he still needs more physical evidence…

The fact that there are no heavy guards here indicates that the church has shifted its focus, leaving only the basics sufficient to maintain the operation of the "entire system".

Time for scraping the ground.

Yonivore walked to the nearest incubation chamber, where the figure immersed in it lay peacefully, long since lifeless...

He sighed, offered his condolences, then took out the etching potion from his pouch and poured it onto an inconspicuous rune node on the side of the cabin.

Amidst the sizzling sound of corrosion, a small hole, about the thickness of a finger, appeared in the magic barrier containing the golden liquid. The dark golden liquid inside gushed out and was collected by Yunefu into a sample bottle.

Key samples were continuously taken into his several sample bottles.

In front of a locked cabinet door, Yunefu used his corrosive spray to "violently unlock" the door, stuffing all sorts of neatly arranged dust and liquids into his spatial storage bag.

Anyway, it was just a temporary loan from Norton.

Eric's prayers stopped, footsteps sounded from behind the door—and then he was dumbfounded.

Yuri, a model student, had thoroughly cleaned up the place.

Oh, look at him, he's quite polite. He knows to greet his senior when he sees him, and he's waving his hand, dripping with dark gold liquid, at Eric!

"Oh my god! Senior Eric—why didn't you tell me there was such a fun place here?"

Eric's expression shifted from blank to furious, his facade of gentleness crumbling. "Blasphemer! You blasphemer!"

He quickly pulled out a church-style communication crystal from his waist, but it was cut off by a precise dose of acid from Yonivo!

"I'm going to kill you!"

Immediately afterwards, Eric let out a meaningless roar and lunged at Yonivo, trying to strangle the man in front of him!

Then Eric was slapped against the wall by the expressionless latter with even greater force.

It's impossible to get back up!

Yune knelt before the limp, mud-covered president of the Enlightenment Society, watching the blood gushing from his nose, ripped off the holy emblem from his chest, and used it to dust off the soles of his shoes.

"You see... we're actually not enemies," he shrugged and chuckled. "Why don't you talk to my 'insurance' agent?"

Eunhaw strolled leisurely around the room, crushing Eric's already corroded and damaged communication crystal into even smaller pieces, and began to survey the layout of the entire room...

Perhaps there's a hidden door that requires some kind of pattern to open?

Or perhaps there's actually another basement within the basement, an endless nesting doll?

"Senior Eric, your junior needs your guidance—" He drawled, looking at Eric, whose eyes were unfocused but who was still clenching his teeth.

To kill or not to kill?

Forget it, he's been the chairman for so long... he's bound to cause trouble for many people, so let's just leave him here to fend for himself.

After circling the metal workbench, Yonivore, preparing to leave, walked to the door and suddenly turned back to attack Eric.

Huh? This fanatical believer on his deathbed is looking at something with relief... Could it be that the room where he prayed wasn't the end?

Ha, the church really does have something up its sleeve.

We're already here, aren't we?