Alchemists do not need self-cultivation

As the two were talking, there were no police officers left around.

All that remained were the surviving prisoners and corpses scattered on the ground.

"Take a look at those fugitives, see if any of them have seen your face before?"

"...It seems not."

"That's fine then, let's go."

The three men bypassed the fugitive and left the detention center directly from the front.

……

"It's been two years since we've seen the light of day again. It's time to celebrate." George smiled slightly, looking towards the still-smoking detention center.

Inside the detention center, everyone was fighting tooth and nail, but those on the outside seemed oblivious, continuing to live their lives as usual.

"How do you want to celebrate?"

"How about coming to my house as a guest?"

Isaac glanced at Levi after hearing what George said.

"It doesn't matter, it's a good opportunity to see what your house looks like," Revy said with a smile.

"Well."

The group followed George upstairs.

It's 2:30 PM now. Mom took Chinatsu and Erika out to play today, and I don't know when they'll get home.

After buying drinks and food from a nearby restaurant, the group walked to a dilapidated apartment building, where George picked up the key and opened the door.

The house hadn't been lived in for two years and was covered in dust. As soon as you opened the door, a pungent smell hit you.

Fortunately, Levi didn't seem to mind living in this environment all the time, and Isaac himself didn't mind either.

The dimly lit room was cluttered with miscellaneous items, suggesting that George had no relatives and that no one had helped him tidy up the house in the past two years.

Several posters of scantily clad strippers can still be vaguely seen on the wall, and there are scattered exercise equipment on the floor next to the bed.

It's pretty much the standard look for an unkempt older man.

"Damn it! The power's out!" George kept pressing the switch, but the room lights wouldn't turn on no matter what he did.

"You haven't lived here for two years, of course there will be no electricity, and no one will pay your electricity bill."

Isaac casually picked up a magazine from the floor, dusted off the sofa, and plopped down on it. Levy followed suit and sat down next to him.

"Never mind, at least it's daytime." George didn't pay much attention, picked up the food and put it on the table, washed the three cups and filled them with drinks.

"Come on, let's drink to our escape!"

Levi: "Cheers."

Isaac: "Cheers... By the way, I didn't escape from prison, I came here to break into jail."

"Hahaha, that's about right."

There are probably very few people in the world who would celebrate right after attacking a detention center.

After eating and drinking her fill, Levi lay down on the sofa and fell asleep. Too many things had happened today, and she had been beaten by Henry several times. She was exhausted both mentally and physically.

Only Isaac and George remained conscious in the room.

“Listen, Isaac, even though we destroyed the detention center documents, I still feel like they’ll find out about us someday.”

“They will definitely investigate you and Levi, but I absolutely won’t,” Isaac laughed. “I came here wearing a mask, and everyone who saw my face is already dead.”

"...Are you really only twelve years old?" George asked curiously.

To be honest, the boy in front of me is too efficient and decisive in his actions, a style that is completely inconsistent with his age.

“The real deal, still in elementary school,” Isaac laughed. “By the way, Uncle George, what was the reason you were retired?”

Upon hearing Isaac's question, George sighed and said, "Because his comrades were killed, he shot the prisoners he had captured in a fit of rage."

“Haha, that won’t work,” Isaac laughed. “But I would have made the same choice if I were in his shoes.”

“Is that so?” George chuckled, then said seriously, “To be honest, I have to leave here tomorrow to avoid the investigation and start a new life under a different identity, otherwise I’ll be in trouble sooner or later. You’d better take your girlfriend with you and leave here too.”

"Change your identity? What are your plans for the future?"

"I don't know. It's more important to find a place to support myself first. As for the future, I haven't really thought about it."

Hearing his melancholy tone, Isaac thought for a moment and said, "Would you be interested in working for me?"

"what?"

"I have a big plan, and I need manpower now."

Chapter 484: Missing Memories

The two walked to the walkway outside the apartment building, looking at the dilapidated street scene.

Do you have any cigarettes?

"Yes, but Isaac, you're still growing, so don't smoke that kind of stuff."

"Don't worry, I'm mentally mature enough."

George took a crumpled pack of Marlboros from his pocket and handed one to Isaac. The two leaned against the railing, puffing away.

"By the way, you said you had a big plan?"

“That’s right, a rather large plan,” Isaac laughed. “Therefore, I need talent, and a former Army Ranger like you can help me just the right time.”

"Really? So what exactly do we need to do?"

"I want to build an organization capable of manufacturing, transporting, and selling weapons, as well as having the power to control local wars in various countries."

"……What did you say?"

George's first thought was that the kid must be talking nonsense.

How could such a thing possibly happen?

"You...want to become an arms dealer?" George asked tentatively.

“It’s not just arms dealers. Ordinary arms dealers will starve to death because of the policies of various countries, but the organization I’m going to build will not be like that at all.” A meaningful smile appeared on Isaac’s face. “The organization I’m going to build must be able to control the course of a country’s war and interfere in its internal affairs in order to profit from it.”

"...How many people are there now?"

"Just the two of us."

"You must be crazy."

Establishing such an organization requires a lot of funding and personnel. What can a kid in elementary school and an unemployed former soldier do? They wouldn't even have enough staff to open a restaurant.

“I know you don’t believe me right now, but if you’re willing to talk, you can come find me tomorrow on the commercial street across from the slums. I’ll be waiting for you at the KFC at the street corner.”

"...Let me think about it."

Reason told George Isaac that what he said was nonsense, but judging from his behavior all the way out of the detention center, he was definitely not an ordinary elementary school student.

But at least for now, George certainly doesn't dare to agree easily.

"Sure, but you probably don't have much money right now."

"Yes."

“Come to the commercial district tomorrow, and whether you join me or not, I can pay you ten thousand US dollars,” Isaac said with a smile.

"what?"

George was startled.

Ten thousand US dollars is a considerable sum in this era; it's enough for him to move out of the slums and into a better place.

"That's settled then. It's getting late, it's time to head back."

Back in the room, he picked up the sleeping Levi and prepared to go outside.

"Speaking of which, I haven't asked where Levi's home is yet... Never mind, I'll go back to my own home first."

After saying goodbye to George, Isaac carried Levy on his back and walked towards his home.

I didn't stay at George's house for long, and it wasn't very late. When I got home, I found the house empty. Dad still wasn't home, and Mom was probably out playing with Chinatsu and Erika.

After placing the sleeping Revy on his bed in his room, Isaac began to sort through his memories.

First, after blinding his left eye, Isaac did regain most of his memories, but some fragments were disjointed, which made him feel uneasy.

I can't quite put my finger on what exactly I've forgotten.

His original body did not have a left eye, right hand, or right foot, and his appendix was also missing. So when he had his appendectomy for the first time in this world, he was able to dream of his memories as a prince of the new country. However, he did not have this memory before, and now he has finally remembered it.

After losing his left eye, he regained most of his memories, but there were still some missing parts.

"It seems I'll have to cut off my right hand and right foot to regain the rest of my memories... Wait a minute!"

Isaac suddenly covered his forehead, his eyes narrowing instantly.

"Why...why did I lose my right hand and right leg? Why do I have no memory of these things..."

He felt as if he had forgotten something very important.

"Well……"

Just then, Levi, who was lying in bed, woke up, sat up, looked around, and saw Isaac sitting in a chair.

Where am I?

“My home,” Isaac said.

After seeing that Levi had woken up, he stopped thinking about it.

In any case, according to his current memory, 'Truth' promised to help him compress the timeline of the original world, so even if he stayed here for twelve years, only a few minutes would have passed when he returned.

As long as I can go back, everything is negotiable.

"what?"

Levi exclaimed in surprise and quickly jumped off Isaac's bed.

"Are your parents here?"

"They're all gone."