Alchemists do not need self-cultivation

"Get in the car."

"Where's this kid?" the policeman chuckled. "If we leave him here, he might go around talking bad about us."

"So what if I tell you? This is a slum." Henry said dismissively, but he still didn't want to leave any potential problems, so he continued, "You help me take care of this, and I'll come back to pick you up when I'm done."

"Is everything alright?"

"He's probably just some kid from the slums, nobody knows what will happen to him."

"You really know how to cause trouble for people."

As the car drove away, the policeman pulled Isaac up.

"Kid, your relationship with that girl must be something special." He grinned wickedly and leaned close to Isaac. "You probably don't know, but the captain's favorite thing is torturing those reckless kids in the slums, especially the girls."

Isaac was trembling all over, but the blows he had just received had left him covered in bruises, and he couldn't stand up at all.

"That little girl seems to be named Revy, a very nice name. But don't worry, our captain will take good care of her in every way."

He then burst into unrestrained laughter.

Isaac looked helplessly at the sky.

The sky over the slums was no different from the sky over my own home.

He stared blankly at the top, his eyes vacant.

There was nothing he could do. He could only watch helplessly as Revy was taken away. She was his first and only friend.

However, there was nothing I could do.

I am... a piece of trash.

"Kid, don't worry about her anymore. Maybe by the time you get a chance to see her, her belly will be a whole size bigger," the policeman said with a wicked grin. "But that's only if you actually get to see her."

As he spoke, he pulled a knife from his pocket.

Isaac didn't speak, nor did he react to the police's actions; his eyes remained vacant.

I've always believed that wrong is wrong and right is right, so is doing nothing right or wrong?

Why did I come into this world?

why?

As the policeman continued to approach, Isaac silently took out the small knife that Chika had given him from his pocket.

"Oh? You want to resist?"

“Officer, I have a question for you.” Isaac looked at him expressionlessly. “Why did I come into this world?”

"Are you starting to talk nonsense? But don't worry about it, because you're about to leave."

Isaac ignored him and continued, "I've always believed that I live to live a normal life, and that being safe and sound is more important than anything else. But this world doesn't seem to be kind. I can't even protect my own friends."

The policeman frowned and snapped, "Alright, you've talked enough nonsense."

"But, as expected..."

As Isaac spoke, he removed the blindfold from his head.

"I really didn't want to come into this world empty-handed!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Isaac roared and used his last bit of strength to plunge the blade into his own eye.

Chapter 480: The Devil Descends

"Aaaaaah!!!!!"

The blade pierced the eyeball, and Isaac, enduring excruciating pain, flicked the knife out, ripping the eyeball out with blood vessels still attached. A large amount of blood gushed from the empty eye socket.

Large chunks of his memory began to surface.

“I remember now, my name is Isaac.”

"Lieutenant General Amestris, State Alchemist."

Title: Natural Disaster

"I'm back!"

.....

"Hey... what are you doing...?"

When the policeman saw Isaac self-harming like that, he suddenly felt a sense of fear and took two steps back.

Next, he felt a chill rush from the soles of his feet straight to his head.

The once clear sky gradually turned gloomy, the dilapidated streetlights along the roadside began to flicker, and electrical sparks kept gushing out from the interfaces.

This strange change filled the policeman with fear, and when he looked at Isaac again, what he saw shocked him.

Numerous red lightning bolts erupted from Isaac's empty eye sockets, continuously generating tiny mechanical structures and circuits. Before long, an eyeball indistinguishable from that of an ordinary person reappeared on Isaac's blood-soaked face.

"This must be magic...it must be."

Swish!

Isaac vanished from his spot in an instant and reappeared in front of him, snatching the knife from the policeman's hand.

"What!?"

"You're planning to kill me with a knife instead of a gun because you're afraid someone will investigate the rifling and find out about you?" Isaac smiled, fiddling with the knife in his hand. "Then we can fake it as a robbery in the slums, so no one will bother us, and it'll be hard for them to trace it back to you."

"you……"

He stared in horror at Isaac, who was looking at him with disbelief.

This kid's demeanor is completely different from before. What happened in the middle?

"Thumbs up for your quick thinking, go ahead and relax."

As he spoke, Isaac swiftly plunged the knife in his hand into the policeman's throat, his movements so fast that the policeman had no time to react.

"Well……"

He was spitting out blood, unable to believe what was happening.

The severely injured imp blinded himself, then grew a pair of identical eyes, and then his personality changed drastically and he killed himself... He must be dreaming.

Isaac took out the pistol that the policeman had tucked into his waistband and examined it.

“A P226 pistol, huh? You New York cops really like this model.” Isaac said, putting the pistol in his pocket. “Consider it a gift from you.”

"you……"

Bye-bye~

Isaac placed his hand on the policeman's head, and a burst of lightning flashed. With a loud 'bang,' the policeman's body instantly swelled up and exploded into a pool of blood that splattered onto the wall, turning the entire graffiti-covered wall red.

"Tsk, I should have kept him here to take me to the detention center." Isaac slapped his forehead, realizing he had forgotten something very important.

He slowly walked out of the alley, intending to hail a car to the detention center.

Taxis don't usually pass through the slums, and even ordinary families try to avoid this road for fear of being robbed.

Only certain local gangs drive in the slums.

Just then, a sports car with music playing loudly sped towards them.

"Hey, give me a ride."

Isaac was overjoyed to see a car approaching and reached out his hand to call it.

The driver saw Isaac waving ahead but ignored him completely, stepping on the gas to speed past.

To his surprise, Isaac appeared right in front of him and kicked the car.

boom!

With a loud bang, the hood was kicked open, and the entire front of the car was dented inward.

Isaac stepped forward, ripped open the passenger door, and sat down amidst the driver's horrified gaze.

"Sir, if you see someone in need of help, can't you, as a kind-hearted citizen, lend a hand?"

"Who are you, who are you, who are you, who are you?"

Are you kidding me?! A twelve-year-old kid stopped a speeding car with a single kick? Where did this monster come from?

"Who I am is not important, what's important is that I need your help. Could you please drive me to the detention center?"

"Are you kidding me! Why should I help you?" the driver roared. "I have something to deliver to the boss right now, and if I don't want trouble..."

"Calm down, these are not problems."

"I said..."

Click.

Isaac cocked the pistol he had just taken from the police and pointed it at the driver, asking a question.

"I don't think that's a problem, right?"

"..."

The driver was sweating profusely. Threatened by the gun pointed at his head, he had no choice but to drive the car to the detention center first, as this psychopathic monster Isaac demanded.

Most prisons in the United States are not in good condition, especially those in slums. In addition to being dirty and chaotic, prison guards often abuse prisoners. Many prisoners die in prison and no one cares. Their bodies are simply wiped clean and disposed of because that is the environment in slums.

The dilapidated car drove along the road, and Isaac began to recall the memories in his mind.

I was sent into this world by the truth, but there is no equivalent of me in this world.

So he had to be reborn into the world as a newborn and lived for twelve years.

Having no memory of it, it's like growing up all over again. Under the careful care of her parents, her personality is completely different from when she was training at Brix Fortress in her own world from a young age.

A person's environment does indeed shape their character, so he couldn't help but silently praise his superior.

“It seems there are still some memories that haven’t been transmitted…” Isaac pondered.

"Little friend...we've arrived at the detention center," the driver said nervously.

"Oh, thanks." Isaac got out of the car when he saw the detention center with several police cars parked ahead.

"Speaking of which, you just said you were helping your boss move some things? What are you moving?"