The Alchemist's Guide to Flesh and Blood Ascension

The dean of Tus Academy was a cheerful old man with an eighth-tier mage badge on his shoulder. Without even glancing at it, he tossed a top-level permit to Yunefu.

From then on, Yunevo and Iseria could move freely through Tus's vast strategic warehouse.

This warehouse was located deep underground in the main tower of the academy. The heavy adamantite doors slowly opened after the permission was verified, revealing a vast space shrouded by a stagnation array.

"The smell of the accumulated magic dust is still as disgusting as ever..." Yunefu fanned the air in front of him.

"Ugh... I'm never coming again," Iseria pinched her nose, her ponytail hanging down lifelessly.

The items on the shelves could no longer be traced back to their origins. Yonivore shook out a roll of list from his hand and unfolded it.

"It's mainly these materials... pressure-resistant magic-conducting alloy, buffer rune substrate, deep curing agent, and if we could get 'Ice Ridge Crystal'..."

With her hands behind her back, Iseria followed closely behind Yune, peeking out at the old storage containers with labels.

She wasn't very familiar with most of the items on the list; she had only been lured here by Eunhav under the pretense of "broadening her horizons"...

This alchemist with exceptional memory had a clear goal from the moment he entered. He would sometimes climb up to retrieve items, and at other times use a specially made probe to search for magical fluctuations.

An administrator followed behind them, trying to record the expenditure...

However, Yonivore's "looting" method was so precise and efficient that it caused the administrator, who had been on duty there for decades, to sigh for the first time. After it was over, he planned to count what was left in the warehouse.

Of course, Yonivore wasn't a person with low emotional intelligence—he was able to obtain so much material entirely because he had assured everyone that the underground structure of the entire school history museum would become more robust than ever before.

"Sixteen anchor stones... eight bottles of hardener..." Yunevo told the administrator about his "harvest" this time, and left under the latter's complicated gaze.

The storage bag containing repair and raid materials was stuffed into Yunevo's laboratory, and he then rushed to the basement of the school history museum with Iseria without stopping.

This time, they seemed to have come prepared, aiming to conduct a more in-depth investigation.

The barrier remained, and the gargoyle within the sealing formation maintained its kneeling posture, but it seemed to have undergone some inexplicable change—it was time for Iseria to make her appearance.

Sure enough, the fair-haired girl let out a soft "Huh?" and then caught her cheek in thought: "This big guy... its emotions are acting so strange."

"It's not just the black and red that represents resentment and madness... there's something else, like deep-seated sorrow and confusion."

Iseria blinked her sky-blue eyes and continued, "It's as if the Church couldn't completely erase its memories... It really is just like what Younevo said."

Yunefu exhaled, crouched down, and looked at the direction of the runes on the sealing array on the ground.

"Retaining consciousness...is not always a good thing, as it means that it may trigger more unplanned reactions under certain stimuli."

"The plan remains unchanged. We will first monitor the underground environment to facilitate subsequent reinforcement... This is the part that Dark is in charge of."

He then began testing the physical aspects, taking out several small arcane artifacts from his pouch—vibration generators, magic source fluctuation detectors…

"Iseria, place these small items at the key points of the support pillars and magic circles..."

With everything in order, Yunevo pulled the girl to a relatively safe place, deployed the Arcane Shield, and activated the control core in his hand.

A slight buzzing sound came from beside his ears, and an almost imperceptible tremor came from under his feet. Yunevo stared at the readings of the detector in his hand and quickly recorded them on the manuscript paper.

Different vibration frequencies are like the struggling force that gargoyles might produce, or they may resemble the stress changes that high-temperature explosions and sudden changes in extreme cold might cause to underground structures.

"The overall structure is even more robust than expected... It really is designed according to the standards for sealing 'high-risk' creations," Yunefu continued transcribing the data, muttering to himself.

"We can add stabilizing devices at these points... Alright, Iseria, we can leave now," he said, putting away the parchment in his hand.

At the entrance to the staircase, several elderly purple-robed mages "happened" to pass by, wearing badges on their chests that symbolized "senior researchers," and their eyes still held doubt and hesitation as they looked at Yunefu.

"Lecturer Yunefu..." the leading white-haired old monk spoke up, "Although it was specially approved by the principal, shouldn't you properly report this to the professors' council for such a grand and elaborate undertaking?"

"Some ancient traditions and cautious attitudes are not without value."

His words carried a hint of an attempt to save face for the "conservatives," but also did not conceal his concern for this "promising new star."

Under the impact of Ionevoy's new ideas and achievements, the Academy has generally tended to support reform, but some old-fashioned figures still have concerns.

Ionevoy sighed, "Innovation doesn't mean completely abandoning tradition; it's more like discarding the dross and keeping the essence..."

"Secondly, this is the greatest tacit approval the Dean has given me," he said, taking out the highest permission and looking at the old mage with an unquestionable attitude.

"If there's anything inappropriate, please raise it with the Dean or the Supervisory Committee... I'm doing this for the sake of the entire Starmoke." Yunevo ended the conversation.

Several old, conservative monks stared at the permit for a long time, finally sighed, and stepped aside, saying, "If you need help from us old bones... remember to say so."

"Thank you," Yune bowed in return with a standard mage's salute, and led Iseria back to his "Heisenberg" laboratory.

Based on the data obtained from these measurements, he will begin to design the initial prototype of the "diversion device," and then hand this prototype along with the design concept to Dalke. Finally, he will help him complete this series of devices as much as possible.

These items will minimize the "butterfly effect" of fighting; they are installed beforehand and removed afterward...

As for whether the church members will try to take advantage of the situation? They'd better pray they don't get riddled with bullets by the high-ranking mages sent by the headquarters to guard the area.

Under the lamplight, Yonivo's profile appeared focused and composed; supplies were ready, intelligence was at its latest...

With all his backup plans in place, the "hunting of the Iron Core Ancient Tree" was entirely due to his quick thinking and resourcefulness...

This "hunting of the Colossus of Justice" seems more like his foresight.