Alchemists do not need self-cultivation

She suddenly ran towards Hugh and brought her face close to his.

"Hey, you over there, you seem pretty good."

"what?"

"A bad guy is chasing me. Please, help me."

The woman's abrupt request left Hughie bewildered, but she ignored it and clung to his arm.

Darian frowned in displeasure at the sight.

She said casually, "Hughie, I'd like another drink, black tea."

"Okay, clerk, please bring me two more cups of black tea."

"Hey! Wait a minute!"

Seeing that she was being ignored, the girl quickly interrupted Hugh's actions.

"You two! How can you order drinks so casually! Why didn't you help me?"

"In a shop like this, if a complete stranger suddenly asks for help, I don't know what to do."

Hugh shook his head and gave a wry smile, while the woman in white puffed out her cheeks in a huff.

"So what if we don't know each other? Generally speaking, if a beautiful woman is begging for help, people will help her out, right?"

"How can a little brat like you be considered a beauty? In every respect, you're a shameless woman."

Dalian's tone was very sharp.

Upon hearing Dalian's assessment, the woman in white felt as if a nerve in her brain had snapped, and veins bulged on her forehead.

"In that case... I'll take this for now."

She snatched the fried bread from Dalia's hand and ran outside!

"Hey! What are you doing?! My fried bread!"

"If you want me to pay you back, you'd better find a way to get rid of those guys!"

The woman turned around and shouted loudly. The customers around the shop stared at her, annoyed.

Darian, seeing her excitement, shouted at Hugh, "Quickly teach this thief a lesson! Get the bread back!"

Even if you say that…

"You're so useless, Hugh. You're just too gentle with women like this who are like little children, that's why you always suffer. If that bastard alchemist were here, she would have been dead long ago."

"Can you please stop comparing me to violent people?"

Despite saying that, Hugh still walked towards the woman.

At that moment, screams rang out again from the crowd surrounding the store.

Two burly men pushed through the queue and approached the shop, seemingly trying to grab the girl in white. This suggests that the girl's claim of being chased might be true.

"Miss Fiona!"

"Please wait a moment, Miss Fiona!"

The men shouted at the girl in white who was pushing through the crowd and running away.

"Miss……?"

Hughes frowned, speechless.

Dalian glared at Hugh and shouted, "What are you doing? Hugh! Go after that girl! My fried bread!"

"I see."

Hugh chased after the woman in white who had caused all this trouble with some impatience. The woman seemed to be named Fiona.

Seeing Hughie's actions, the men who had stormed into the store also realized what was happening.

"His target is Miss Fiona?"

"Stop him!"

The men glared at Hugh with obvious hostility, while the girl in white, watching from a distance, let out a small cheer.

As the burly men surrounded him, Hugh's face showed a wary expression.

However, the next moment, he suddenly felt a sense of confusion.

Although the two men in his eyes were strong and intimidating, Hughie somehow discovered several flaws in them.

"This is……"

One of the men roared and lunged at Hugh. Hugh's eyes narrowed, and he took a step back to dodge the attack. He clenched his fist into a hammer shape and instinctively took a deep breath.

"drink!"

He took a step with lightning speed, his foot leaving a shallow dent in the stone pavement as he landed, and his fist swiftly struck the muscular man.

After being punched by the seemingly frail Hughie, the strong man was sent flying through the air and crashed heavily onto a chair in the restaurant.

Upon seeing this, the people around scattered and fled the coffee shop. Even the woman in white, called Fiona, covered her mouth in surprise.

"You...are amazing..."

Hugh: "..."

He himself didn't know what had just happened. He did know a little bit of martial arts, but he wasn't particularly good at it. The moves he had just performed were clearly not the ones he used to be able to do.

In fact, to be honest, the movement just now was entirely initiated by my body itself.

"You bastard!"

The remaining man, seeing his companion knocked down, roared and charged forward, throwing a punch at Hugh.

"Wait, I think there's some misunderstanding here..."

As Hughie spoke, his hands began to move on their own.

He stood still, while the man in front of him kept throwing punches at him. Hugh simply raised one hand and quickly waved it, deflecting all the force of the man's punches.

Perhaps feeling utterly exhausted, the man roared and threw a full-force punch at Hugh's head.

However, without realizing it, Hughie grabbed the man's fist with one hand, pinching the joint of his wrist with his middle finger and thumb.

"Aaaaaah!! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts..."

Suddenly feeling a sharp pain, the man fell to his knees, his hand still held by Hugh.

A burly man was subdued by a small, thin man with one hand, drawing astonished glances from those around them.

"What's wrong? What happened here?"

Isaac and Fran, who had originally planned to wander around other places, noticed the commotion in the coffee shop and went over to see what was going on, only to discover that the center of the incident was none other than Hugh.

Looking at the man lying haphazardly on the tables and chairs, and the man that Hugh had subdued, Isaac couldn't help but whistle.

"Not bad, I didn't know you had this skill, Hugh."

"No, I don't know why..."

Darian, who had been observing from the sidelines, frowned, realizing that things were not so simple.

"Hughie, what's that in your pocket?"

"Ah, it's Isaac's notebook."

"Oh?"

Dalian stepped forward, reached into Hugh's pocket and took the notebook out. In that instant, Hugh felt a portion of his strength being drained, and his grip on the man loosened.

"Dalian, what's going on..."

"Because of that bastard alchemist."

Dalian held up the notebook and waved it in front of Hugh.

"The book he wrote casually was very fortunate to become a phantom book."

"What!?"

Chapter 1029: The Perfumer

"My textbook... has turned into a fantasy book again?"

"Yes, although I don't know what you wrote, it has indeed become a phantom book."

"I didn't write anything special, just some practice techniques for Singaporean martial arts."

The content of the New National Martial Arts Outline is roughly divided into several parts.

The combat section consists of four parts: fists, feet, grappling, and pressure point techniques. The weapon section also has four parts: knives, spears, swords, and staffs. Finally, including qi training and mental cultivation methods, the total content is only ten times. Although this is less than one-tenth of the entire content of the new national martial arts, it is sufficient for basic training.

Isaac was also a bit confused. A book he had casually written as a physical training manual before learning alchemy had inexplicably become a phantom book.

Should I continue writing while I'm still in this world? Maybe if I just casually vent my frustrations with a pen, it will turn into a fantasy book.

"By the way, I haven't asked yet, where is the new country?"

“It’s just across a desert to the east of Amestoris.”

"And where is Amestoris?"

"Anyway, it's not in this world."

Dalian stared intently at Isaac for a moment, then placed the notebook in Isaac's hands.

"I roughly understand what's going on."

"what?"

"The so-called 'phantom book' is a book that should not exist in the world. It contains all sorts of 'powers' such as lightning strikes, the summoning of monsters, and the secrets to obtaining the power of demons. Once read correctly, one will receive countless blessings, but this will put the balance of the world at risk of collapse."

"The textbooks I wrote don't seem to have anything to do with this."

“Indeed, it doesn’t matter, but I’m not finished yet,” Dalian said. “The point is that books that ‘shouldn’t exist in this world’ will also become phantom books, just as books that record knowledge from other worlds will become phantom books.”

"This……"

"Although I don't know where you got this knowledge of other worlds from, writing it down in a book will naturally turn it into a fantasy book."

"Dallian said."