Alchemists do not need self-cultivation

"Boss, now that we're going to set up this company, have you thought of a name yet?"

"Names aren't important, but I have thought of a suitable one."

"what is that?"

“Let’s call him…” Isaac smiled slightly, “Isaac Worldwide.”

"...What a simple name."

"Stop complaining about the name, let's head back now." Isaac said as he walked towards the cargo ship. "Let's get back quickly and start the next phase of the plan. We'll be busy from now on."

At this moment, a behemoth that will influence the world in a few years is beginning to rise.

Chapter 534: Four Years

"Isaac, wake up!"

"Um……"

Isaac opened his eyes in bed and saw a beautiful young girl with long flaxen hair and a shapely figure wrapped in a white shirt.

"Chika, you're already seventeen. Stop climbing into my bed and calling me all the time."

"Oh my, could it be that you're attracted to my mature body?" Chika teased, poking Isaac's cheek.

"As you get older, your quality will also increase."

“It’s not a gentleman’s job to casually comment on a girl’s weight, you know~” Chinatsu smiled. “Get up, let’s go downstairs for breakfast.”

"Oh."

Isaac silently got up and began to put on his clothes.

Four years have passed since Isaac decided to establish 'Isaac Worldwide', or 'IW' for short, and a lot has happened in those four years.

First, there's Isaac's company. It's been doing quite well in recent years, with its workforce expanding from thirteen to nearly a thousand. It has also built a considerable force through its far more advanced weaponry.

During this period, the company's personnel participated in dozens of battles, large and small, and achieved good results, gaining considerable international recognition, although they are not as famous as 'Mithril' yet.

The leader of the organization remains a mystery to this day. Initially, everyone thought that the founder of "IW" was George Shechk, a former U.S. Army Ranger, but he himself said that he was just an employee.

This also shrouds the organization in mystery.

The weapons produced by 'IW' are also a topic of conversation, mainly assault rifles and pistols. Due to their excellent performance and low price, they have become standard equipment for the armies of more than 40 countries, including Russian special forces and NATO peacekeeping forces.

Three years ago, Isaac established four offshore factories on the high seas, producing mainly drones, missiles, and satellites—items not for sale but intended for use in arming his own forces.

To date, Isaac has launched nearly thirty satellites, including guidance satellites, spy satellites, and GPS satellites.

Initially, this organization was not valued by any country for a simple reason: the company did not have an AS (Autonomous System).

As an essential armed force for every country, AS (Armored Armor) is something that Isaac's 'IW', a military security company, doesn't even have a single AS, which makes them think that 'IW' is nothing but a paper tiger.

However, the next few wars took an unexpected turn due to the intervention of 'IW', and the disadvantaged side even achieved a complete reversal of the situation within three days of the intervention of its troops. This situation was a slap in the face to those politicians.

Two years ago, Isaac was able to manage the organization he had built from scratch, but he later relinquished his power to Wilson and George due to family matters.

After all, nothing had happened in the past few years, so the family decided to let him give up his 'refuge' and come back to continue his schooling.

He is now a high school student in New York.

He made a pact with his father to go out and 'investigate' during holidays.

Isaac looked around at his family as he ate breakfast at the table.

Her parents hadn't changed at all; they were still the same as before. Erica hadn't changed either, except that she had gone from a high school student to a college student.

Roberta's appearance had not changed at all, and she had been working as a maid in Isaac's house for four years.

The only things that have changed are Chinatsu and herself, as well as Hansel and Greta.

The two children, who were originally shy, have become much more lively over the past four years.

“Brother Isaac.”

"Could we borrow your old remote-controlled drone for a bit?"

They are now eleven years old and are attending the same elementary school Isaac used to go to. It is said that they are practically unruly at school, and even the teachers feel helpless.

“No,” Isaac refused without hesitation. “You can take the missiles and machine guns and play with them after I take them apart.”

"Oh, that's no fun."

"Have you forgotten what happened a month ago when you took my drone and blew an abandoned house to smithereens?" Isaac stared at them with dead fish eyes. "If I hadn't fixed it quickly enough, you'd be in juvenile detention by now."

Hansel: "Absolutely not this time."

Greta: "That was an accident last time."

"I don't believe you for a second."

He discovered that the two children he had adopted before were now very lively, even a bit mischievous.

"Robert, Chinatsu and I are going to school in a bit. You stay home and keep an eye on these two kids."

"Yes, young master." Robertt still had that gentle smile.

The family remained happy and harmonious, except that they were completely unaware that Isaac had become the head of a global military company.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

High school life in the US isn't as boring as elementary school, but Isaac still maintains his fine tradition of skipping every class he can, and choosing to skip the ones he can't. He only comes once a year for exams.

The teacher didn't say anything about it. Isaac's good grades were one thing, but more importantly, the school was controlled by 'IW'.

When Chika and Isaac arrived at the school, they immediately became the focus of all the students.

The two are quite famous at the school. Chika is the school's most beautiful girl and also the captain of the cheerleading team. As for Isaac, although he appears at school very rarely, he is a key player on the school's rugby team.

Of course, he himself didn't participate in many competitions because he skipped classes.

As for why Isaac wanted to join the rugby team... it's more fun to go to the field and ram people than to sit in a classroom and attend classes.

To outsiders, the two seemed like a couple, and given that Chika had told her friends that she and Isaac were living together, the rumor was becoming increasingly plausible.

"By the way, are you going to the team practice this afternoon?" Chika asked with a smile. "If you're going to practice, I'll wear my team uniform and cheer you on."

"Forget it, several of my teammates threw up after being bumped into during a few drills, and they all called in sick as soon as I arrived." Isaac scratched his head, somewhat helplessly. "The physical fitness of high school students these days is really bad."

"Hahaha, maybe you're just too strong." Qianxia laughed loudly, then sighed, "It's been several years since we went to school together like this. It feels like we've returned to our daily routines."

“Yes, but this routine won’t last long,” Isaac said meaningfully.

Undercurrents have been brewing all over the world for some time.

Chapter 535: New Type of Submarine

"Feifan, how was your school day?"

When Isaac returned home from school, his father asked him about his day at school.

He wouldn't ask about useless things like grades; he simply asked Isaac how he felt about school. He knew perfectly well that Isaac couldn't possibly enjoy his school days.

"Still the same old thing, incredibly boring," Isaac commented mercilessly. "It's like it's killing my time."

"Don't say that. Campus life has many advantages, you know. Like your old man, when I was in high school..." He paused for a moment, looked around to make sure his wife wasn't there, and then continued:

"You've had quite a few relationships."

"What's the use?"

"What do you mean by 'what's the use'? Isn't youth meant for recklessly pursuing love?"

"Sweating on the field is youth, and taking up arms to defend your country is youth. Why waste that time looking for women?" Isaac shrugged.

"...Why do you talk like the older generation?"

"Is there anything else?"

"Oh right, I might have to leave home this weekend to check on the Western Pacific team."

Now that only Isaac and his father were around, his father started talking about 'mithril'.

Isaac knew that no one in the family except Robert knew about his father's 'identity'; they could only talk about it under certain circumstances.

"What happened? Has the situation become unstable again?"

“It’s all because of that ‘IW’!” the father said irritably. “Recently, while we were in Vietnam, they started going against ‘Mithril’ because they carried out military operations against those neighboring countries on behalf of their clients, and we were defeated one after another.”

As an international mercenary organization, 'Mithril' is being targeted multiple times by a newly emerging organization, which is certainly embarrassing for them.

As a military organization, 'IW' has a higher level of technology than 'Mithril' in terms of weaponry, except that it does not have AS. In addition, they are an organization that will provide military assistance as long as you are willing to pay, so it is common for them to clash with 'Mithril'.

"What does this have to do with you, a member of the Atlantic Fleet, going to the Western Pacific?"

"It seems the organization is about to launch one of their previously secretly researched submarines. It's probably because they were targeted by 'IW' and are now planning to put it into production immediately," the father said. "Are you interested in taking a look? If so, I can take you there this weekend."

"Is it okay for an outsider like me to see such confidential information?"

"It doesn't matter. You're my son, so you're considered an insider. Besides, we're already about to go into the water," the father said nonchalantly. "And the designer is someone you know."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

In the western Pacific Ocean, on a crescent-shaped uninhabited island, a helicopter is parked.

"Welcome to our office, Major General Yao Dabao."

As soon as he got off the plane, several Mithril soldiers came over and saluted his father.

"There's no need for guidance or anything, we're just here for a visit," the father said with a smile. "Where is that submarine now?"

“It’s inside the base,” the soldier replied.

At that moment, he noticed the boy next to him.

"May I ask who he is?"

"My son, it shouldn't be a problem for him to come along for a visit, right?"

No. Please come with me.

The group followed the soldiers into the base.

Mithril is an organization established in response to a potential third world war. It continuously supplies resources and troops to various war zones in order to quickly end the war and nip the problem in the bud.

Isaac himself despised this self-proclaimed savior military organization, and he would allow his weapons to be sold to anyone except the savior.

As they entered the base, Isaac's father's expression suddenly froze.