Alchemists do not need self-cultivation

Looking at the unfriendly-looking adult, Isaac was so frightened he was almost crying. He didn't know why he had tried to be a hero and protect someone who had stolen his money. Was it because she was from his hometown? Or did he simply crave being a hero?

"You brat, so you're all in cahoots?" The veins on the forehead of the man who had been leading the group were bulging.

"Um... I wasn't the one who stole your money..."

"Fuck!!"

He ignored Isaac's explanation and punched him to the ground.

Isaac's henchmen then proceeded to give him a sound beating.

"Ah! It hurts!"

"That's good! Who told you to help that brat!" the man cursed as he beat Isaac, pulling a small knife from his pocket. "That bastard brat lives here anyway, it'll be easy to find her, but I'm going to leave something on your face right now."

"wait!"

Isaac was being beaten on the ground, clutching his head. His face was already bruised and swollen, and his clothes were torn in several places.

He finally understood why his parents hadn't allowed him to come to the slums.

At that moment, a foot kicked him in the left eye.

Surprisingly, he didn't scream; instead, he felt his body being covered by a malicious force.

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The girl climbed over the wall and ran forward, surrounded by walls covered in graffiti. She kept muttering to herself, "Why try to be a hero if you can't handle it? What if they catch me..."

But the boy's silly smiling face kept lingering in my mind.

"hateful!"

She stopped, hesitated for a moment, then turned and ran towards Isaac.

"Don't die, you bastard!"

She ran back to the wall, and just as she was looking for something to step on, she heard screams coming from the other side of the wall.

"Monster!"

"No...don't come any closer!"

"I was wrong!"

The girl was stunned for a long time after hearing the voice; it didn't sound like Isaac's voice at all.

"Is his voice really that rough?"

She found a trash can nearby and used it to barely climb over the wall.

But when she got behind the wall, she saw a scene that shocked her.

A group of thugs lay on the ground, their fates unknown, while their leader was cornered against the wall by Isaac, who was much shorter than him.

"You little punk, do you think you're so great?"

"No, no!" he said, his voice trembling, the arrogance of before long gone.

Isaac smiled, picked up the small knife he had just used, and slashed it towards his ear.

"what!!!!!"

His ear fell directly to the ground, and blood kept gushing from the wound.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I hurt you."

"You...you can let me go, okay? I have money."

"how many?"

"Most of them were stolen by that brat. We just need to find her."

"Then what the hell are you talking about!"

Isaac kicked him in the stomach, and he felt his stomach churn.

"By the way, I noticed you seem to have a gold tooth. How about I have it?"

"This……"

"It's decided then and there."

As Isaac spoke, he grinned maliciously and punched him in the face, shattering all his teeth into pieces.

"Waaaaa!!! Waaaaa!! Waaaaaa!!"

He covered his mouth and screamed in agony, a tidal wave of excruciating pain surging through his brain, his consciousness almost leaving his body.

"Don't cover your mouth, take your hands off," Isaac said calmly. "Or I'll chop your hands off too."

"..."

He has no idea what terrible thing he has offended!

He removed his hands, and Isaac took the intact gold tooth, stained with blood, from his mouth.

"Maybe this thing is worth some money."

After putting the gold tooth away, Isaac placed his hand on his head.

"farewell."

Just as he was about to deliver the fatal blow, the ruthlessness in his eyes suddenly turned into confusion and fear, and he collapsed to the ground, clutching his head.

"What...what am I doing..."

He went back to his previous state.

He remembered everything he had done: beating all the people who had assaulted him and torturing the ringleader beyond recognition. These were the evil deeds he had committed...

"What exactly am I..."

"I didn't realize you were such a good fighter." The girl from before walked up to Isaac.

He witnessed Isaac beating the boss in various ways and couldn't believe that a boy who had previously been timid and submissive could unleash such powerful fighting strength.

Moreover, her personality seems to have changed a lot.

"I don't know!" Isaac shouted, clutching his head. "I did it, but I..."

He recalled the scene at the concert, where he had his right hand pierced by a gunman, after which he unleashed astonishing fighting power, followed by a terrifyingly powerful killing intent.

He didn't know where this murderous personality came from, but today he did.

The personality that possesses this murderous intent is oneself.

Just as his left eye was injured, some fragments of memories flooded into his mind, and even now some of them remain.

He was certain that the 'murderous personality' was none other than himself from the past.

The girl looked at the child in front of her, who was clutching his head in pain, and scratched her head in frustration.

"Tsk, what a hassle."

She stepped forward and gently hugged Isaac, pressing his head against her chest.

Feeling the warmth, Isaac's body stopped trembling and he calmed down a little.

After a moment, Isaac asked, "What's your name?"

“Rebecca,” the girl said. “You can also call me Levi.”

Chapter 469: He's My Boyfriend

“Levi…so your name is Levi?” Isaac repeated the name, smiling as he said, “My name is Isaac.”

“Hmm.” Levi nodded. “Speaking of which, what exactly happened to you just now? You knocked them all down in one go.”

"This one……"

Even Isaac himself couldn't explain it clearly.

The same thing happened at the previous concert; he had already realized that if certain parts of his body were severely damaged, he would become a different person.

This is somewhat similar to the Hulk comics he had read before, where the protagonist also transforms into a green giant with immense power in a fit of rage.

But the Hulk is a superhero, while he himself looks like a supervillain.

Moreover, rather than saying it was his second personality, it was more accurate to say it was his former self, which is what Isaac finds most difficult to accept.

His eye, which had been injured by the kick, seemed to have recovered, and the tears in his clothes had been repaired, giving him a brand-new look.

Just then, some of the thugs who had been knocked unconscious by Isaac woke up.

Lifting up his somewhat dazed body, all he could see were the corpses still lying there and the eldest brother lying in a pool of blood. In front of him, two children, a boy and a girl, were still standing there.

"What...what should we do?" Isaac was a little scared when he saw that the person was awake.

"Try to see if you can knock them down again."

"It's impossible!"

Isaac is now thinking of a solution.

Should I just apologize and ask for their forgiveness? But after beating them up like that, an apology probably won't do any good.

Isaac was scared, but the thugs were actually even more scared.

Having witnessed his formidable fighting prowess, they knew they were utterly powerless to resist. Looking at their leader, who had almost lost all his teeth and was unconscious, they knew that he might kill them if he was in a bad mood.

Murders happen every day in the slums. When they die, no one cares, and their bodies may not even be collected.

“Um…” Isaac tried to step forward and apologize.

But thinking Isaac was going to come up and kill them, they all retreated to the corner.

To them, Isaac, with his frail body and bitter smile, was a ferocious beast about to pounce and devour them whole.

"Boss, we were wrong! Don't kill me!"

"Huh?" Isaac looked completely bewildered.

When he says "boss," who does he mean? Is he talking about himself?

He symbolically pointed to the man who was half-dead, implying that this was your boss.

However, the thugs interpreted the gesture differently.