Alchemists do not need self-cultivation

Isaac didn't say anything, and silently cocked his pistol.

"..."

The captain knew that this madman was determined to go, so he could only pray that he would be alright while spun the ship.

And just then...

boom--

A huge explosion rang out, and the ship rocked violently.

"Ahhh, I'm going to die, I'm going to die!" The poor captain was so scared that he couldn't even speak properly.

"Stop yelling, what happened?" Isaac went outside to see.

Three warships were spotted ahead of the ship; they were the fleet of the Northeast Allied Forces. The sound they had just made was a warning shot fired by them. The spray from the shells hitting the side of the ship caused it to rock violently.

"It's over...it's really over, it's an enemy warship." The captain crouched in the bridge, trembling and clutching his head.

"Ships ahead, stop immediately for inspection," a soldier on the warship shouted through a megaphone.

'That's it, as long as I pretend to be from their country, everything will be fine,' the captain thought to himself.

"Hello, we are..."

boom!

Before the captain could finish speaking, Isaac raised his pistol and shot the soldier shouting through a megaphone in the head.

"!"

The captain and all the soldiers on the warship were stunned.

"Mr. Isaac! What are you doing?!"

"In war, you eliminate one by one," he said, picking up a piece of chalk and starting to scribble on the ground.

Meanwhile, the opposing navy also realized what was happening.

"Enemy attack!!"

"They're from the Southwest Army!"

The warship roared as it approached the small boat, its cannons aimed at it.

"I'm doomed! Surrendering would have at least given me a chance to live, but now it's no use explaining," the captain cried, heartbroken. "My wife, my son, and I are waiting for me to come home!"

"Surrender? What is that? I'm not well-educated and don't know how to surrender. I've only learned how to tear the enemy to pieces."

As he spoke, Isaac stopped writing with the chalk in his hand.

The captain seemed to be already planning to find a pen to write his will.

"Captain, did you know that when the atmosphere is unstable, updrafts can be generated? Due to their interaction with winds that have shear in both speed and direction in the vertical direction, the updrafts begin to rotate in the middle of the troposphere, forming mesoscale cyclones."

"What are you even saying?" The captain had no idea what Isaac was going on about.

“As the mesoscale cyclone develops towards the ground and extends upwards, it thins and strengthens to form the core of the tornado,” Isaac said, clapping his hands together on the doodle he had drawn earlier.

Or it should be called a transmutation array.

"When the developing vortex reaches ground level, the ground air pressure drops sharply, and the ground wind speed increases sharply, forming a tornado."

The transmutation array flashed with blue lightning that shot straight into the sky. At this moment, the seawater around the small boat began to rotate rapidly, forming a large circle with a diameter of several hundred meters, and the originally clear sky darkened.

"Oxygen, nitrogen, and argon make up 99.96% of the atmosphere, which means that if I control these three elements, I can manipulate the weather at will."

"What is that?" The people on the opposing warship were already getting uneasy.

"What are you standing there for? Fire!"

Before they could even load their cannons, the seawater centered on the small boat suddenly rose in a tornado shape, stretching straight to the sky.

"What's going on? How could there be a tornado in this area?!"

"What is the meteorological department doing?!"

"Help!"

Three warships were swept into the sky by the tornado, where they were torn into pieces by the tornado's immense tearing force.

"..." The captain had lost the ability to speak.

"Alright, Captain, the enemy has been completely wiped out, and I can vaguely see the land." He patted the captain's shoulder, who was still in shock.

After saying, "Call me when we get there," he went into his cabin to continue reading the documents, confident that the poor captain wouldn't mention going back again.

"Are you... are you a god?" the captain asked the boy in front of him, trembling after experiencing the astonishing scene.

“Not a god,” Isaac waved his hand.

"He is an alchemist."

Chapter Three: Arrival

The essence of alchemy is the science and technology of understanding, decomposing, and reconstructing; it is very practical but not omnipotent.

Its core principle requires adherence to a single rule—equivalent exchange.

Port area.

After a day's voyage, the ship finally arrived at its destination—Leyton Harbor—on the morning of the second day.

Leiden, as a developed coastal area, remained bustling with activity even during the war.

"Captain, thank you so much. I'll trouble you again next time!" Isaac waved to the captain upon reaching their destination.

There will be no next time!

The captain thought this to himself, but said aloud, "Not at all, it's my pleasure to serve you."

After saying that, he immediately returned to the ship and sailed away. The sea was calm and peaceful, showing no signs of the waterspout that had just occurred there.

After waiting at the port for a while, a luxurious vintage car drove up to him.

"Are you Colonel Isaac?"

The car stopped next to Isaac, and a handsome blue-haired young man got out and asked Isaac a question.

“Yes, it is I.” Isaac gave a military salute as usual, but then lowered his hand, remembering that he was far from his country.

“It’s great that Mr. Isaac has arrived. I just heard that a waterspout occurred in the sea area you passed through.”

"Oh, that's alright, but three enemy warships were destroyed."

"That's really good news." The young man smiled, as if something had finally come to his liking.

"Excuse me, I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Dietfried Bougambilia, and I am here on behalf of my family to welcome you."

Looking closely at the young man in front of me, although he seemed frivolous, his behavior clearly indicated that he had received higher education.

"Colonel Isaac must be tired. Please come with me back to the family mansion to rest."

He then gestured to the driver beside him, who immediately ran over to help Isaac put his luggage in the car.

Isaac then got into the car with the young man and headed to the Bugambiria family's residence.

Looking at the enormous house before him, Isaac sighed in amazement.

To be fair, he was a colonel in his own country, but the housing he was assigned was just a two-bedroom apartment.

"Please come in."

After getting out of the car, Dietrich invited Isaac into the mansion.

Upon entering the mansion, a dignified old man stood before them.

“Father, Colonel Isaac has been brought here,” Dietfried said respectfully, bowing to the old man before falling silent.

The old man merely glanced at him, then turned and smiled at Isaac.

"Welcome, Colonel Isaac. Your presence is a great help to us."

"Oh, no, boss... it's just a job given to me by the president. Also, you can just call me Isaac from now on."

"Haha, very well then, Mr. Isaac, go and rest. A banquet has been prepared especially for you tonight." With that, old Bugambiria went straight upstairs without even glancing at his son.

The relationship between the father and son seems to be strained.

But it's alright to get free food and drinks at night.

It was evening.

The magnificent hall was adorned with exquisite palace lanterns, exuding an air of high society, and the long table was laden with delicious food.

The guests who come here are all members of the country's upper class, high-ranking military officers, capitalists, nobles, and the like.

"Have you heard? There was a tornado in that area."

"It is said that three warships belonging to the Northeast United Army were destroyed."

"Looks like even God is on our side, hahaha."

"This incident is very advantageous to our military. It seems that the navy is preparing to gain control of that sea area."

Some guests were talking about what happened yesterday, and judging from the content, it seemed that the incident caused by the sea tornado that Isaac had previously created was still unfolding.

However, the person who started this has now found a seat and started wolfing down their food.

As the guests were conversing, old Bugambiria entered and announced in a loud voice:

"Distinguished guests, welcome to the banquet in Bugambilia. First of all, I have good news: news has come from the front lines that the army has achieved a victory, breaking through the enemy's border defenses."

Thunderous applause filled the hall; this battle report was good news for everyone present.

"But there's bad news: the enemy has somehow acquired an alchemist, and with his help, our troops are stuck at the border and unable to advance..."

This caused many of the guests in the hall to begin to waver.

Isaac also pricked up his ears, seemingly having found a clue to his target.

"An alchemist? What's that?"

"It is the core technology of the western country of Amestoris, and it is said that its effects in war are terrifying."

"I've heard that too. It's said that an alchemist can lead a war."

"Isn't that a very bad sign?!"