The Alchemist's Guide to Flesh and Blood Ascension

"We won! We won—"

Cheers surged from the city walls to the streets in all directions, then converged in the central square, and spread to every corner of Stamock.

The mage's hat was casually tossed into the air, and the cheers of the crowd were louder than any other sound; they were extremely excited!

The century-old hatred of Starmoke... now officially begins the prelude to revenge!

"It's as lively outside as if it's Chinese New Year..." Yunevo's right arm was once again bandaged and put in a cast, and he was resting against a makeshift bed that had been set up.

"Eh, New Year's? Then... what about 'fireworks'?" Iseria tilted her head.

"We'll find out once we go out and take a look," Yune said, getting up and walking towards the plaza outside the medical area with the girl's careful support.

Stepping onto the stone-paved road of Starmok, he felt that everything had passed so quickly, and he couldn't help but look back at the bronze giant gate—the road he had come from.

Inside the city walls, an array of observation crystals, erected at some unknown time, was slowly retracting its magical radiance—the recording device set up by Tus Academy could project everything happening outside the city onto a large projection crystal inside.

In other words...

The entire city of Stamok witnessed that moment.

They also witnessed how Yunevo shattered the anti-magic stone with a single punch, and how he returned with the enemy's captured personnel, seemingly riding alone for thousands of miles.

I saw the church's elaborate decorations looking like clay and earthenware, and I saw the alchemist known as "legend"... returning in triumph with his trusted companions!

Well, now Yunevo understood why ancient heroes would linger at the city gates a while before rushing back to report when they returned.

After all, this feeling is really not bad...

"Nichta and Tedes said... they wanted to see the whole 'trial' process in person, so they left first and will come back after the celebration is almost ready," Iselia tugged at Yunevo's sleeve.

"I didn't expect... that the two of them would get along so well," Yunevo chuckled, then turned to Iseria, "Come on, let me show you the rare 'truth'."

Even though it was late at night, the two were surrounded by a bustling crowd, and under the glow of the crystal tower, there was no darkness at all.

Similarly, there are no commoners struggling to make a living here, nor are there any sorcerers who can ascend to heaven or descend to the earth.

All that remained was a flood of emotions that had been suppressed for too long, waiting for the day of "release"...

At this moment, they were all just Stamok people!

Fireworks in the center of the square soared into the sky, and the air was filled with the aroma of various meats.

Amidst the crisp clinking of glasses, a few drops of amber-colored liquor spilled onto the ground, becoming the lingering aftertaste of everyone's hearty drinking.

Iseria and Yunevo stood in a relatively secluded corner, watching the scene before them. The girl opened her mouth, "This...is this what 'wonderful' means?"

"It's not just about beauty, Iselia... This is the 'beauty' offered to everyone who has fought hard on the battlefield," Yunevo replied.

"Iseria, you are one of the main characters of this banquet. Would you like to go in and take a look? Maybe... someone will offer you some free frosting or something," he continued.

"Frozen milk jelly...free?" Iseria muttered in confusion, her eyes shining, but then she noticed the bandage on Yunevo's right arm and shook her head.

"No, everyone says patients need to rest... and, moreover, I need someone to accompany me while I eat cream puffs, so they'll taste even sweeter!" The fair-haired girl put her hands on her hips, proud of the "suitable reason" she had found.

"So... shall we just stay here and peacefully watch this celebration? And then... then I'll take a long nap at the apothecary, I'm going to sleep until noon!"

Her sky-blue eyes met Yunefu's helpless black eyes, and for a moment she gained the upper hand.

The latter, however, managed a genuine smile despite his exhaustion.

Sure enough, rescuing this little guy from that damned laboratory of Tirkol was the right thing to do. This is what Yunev considers... the one thing he will never regret in his life.

Having wandered this world for so long, his scientific knowledge made him an anomaly and a rising star among alchemists.

Rejection and alienation naturally followed. In Hart, especially after rejecting the church's deliberate recruitment, Ionevoy maintained absolute distrust of everything, which is why he left himself various backup plans.

Now, the people of Starmock call him the "legendary" alchemist, and the students of Tus Academy, upon seeing him, are like weasels seeing chickens, their eyes lighting up...

They eagerly dumped all their unsolvable problems on him like beans, hoping to get his near-"truthful" answers, and they enjoyed doing so immensely.

He was not alone on the path of pursuing truth.

great.

Yonivore looked at the pale-haired girl beside him, speechless for a moment, and raised his left hand to wipe his moist eyes.

Let's not dwell on the past, for the present holds both beauty and boundless hope for the future.

He cannot, and will not, drown in the past.

Of course, the matter of taking revenge on the church...

We must continue.

"Yonev... what's wrong?" Iseria looked at the black-robed alchemist standing straight beside her and gently tugged at his sleeve.

"It's nothing, just a brick in my eye..." the latter laughed.

"What? A brick that big, how could it possibly get in your eyes!" Iseria puffed out her cheeks, her smiling eyes filled with the image of Yunefu.

Before Yunefu could continue his sophistry, a middle-aged man in a dark purple robe walked up to the two of them. He had a serious face and wore a book-shaped badge on his chest, a symbol of "knowledge and inheritance," which was unique to eighth-level mages.

Behind him followed a mage whom Yunevo knew all too well.

Norton Rhine, the councilor of the Hart City Mage Guild, also known as the doting father.

Yonivore took several deep breaths to calm himself, managing to maintain his usual calm demeanor, as if "even if the sky were to fall, it wouldn't hit me."

"You must be... the eighth-tier mage behind Councilor Norton, right?" Yunefu looked at the middle-aged man in the dark purple robe and bowed slightly in acknowledgment.

"Indeed, Fred Crew, one of the executive directors of the Mage Guild," the deep purple-robed mage's voice was steady and powerful, "On behalf of the Mage Guild, I would like to thank you and your team for your contributions to Starmok."

"It's my duty, Mr. Director..." Yonivo's voice was calm.

Fred Crew stared at the black-robed alchemist for a moment, nodded, and lowered his voice: "The guild master wants to see you, now."

It wasn't an arrangement, nor an invitation... it was a "want".

This reason is irrefutable.

Fireworks exploded in the square, displaying dazzling colors.

"Let's go," said the black-robed alchemist.