Alchemists do not need self-cultivation

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"Colonel Kujo, you can keep this book for now."

The gentle, blond young man smiled at the middle-aged man in a yukata in front of him, with a little girl in a red dress sitting next to him.

"Is this the Book of Illusions...? This is the first time I've ever heard of it."

The middle-aged man solemnly picked up the illusion book and looked at its cover.

"However, anything that is helpful to the empire should be used properly."

"That's how it is, so..."

Bang!

Suddenly, the door to the reception room was opened, and a maid rushed in in a panic.

"What is it? Can't you see I'm still entertaining guests?" The middle-aged man was very dissatisfied with the servant's impolite behavior.

"Colonel, something terrible has happened! There's..."

The next moment, he collapsed lifelessly into a pool of blood, and Isaac stepped over his corpse into the reception room. His sinister grin, combined with the bloodstains, looked utterly eerie.

"It's been a long time, Professor."

Chapter 1052: Professor

"Long time no see, Professor. How have you been?"

Isaac walked into the room wearing shoes, his tatami mats bearing bloody footprints.

He looked at the stiff-faced middle-aged man and the somewhat surprised professor in front of him, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Looks like I've come at the wrong time. Should I wait until you finish your business?"

"Of course not."

After his initial surprise, the professor smiled calmly, stood up, and gave Isaac a gentlemanly bow.

"Great alchemist, I never expected you to come to Japan in person."

“Yes, it’s great to see you as soon as I arrived in Japan. What a touching reunion, Professor,” Isaac said with a smile. “Were you particularly moved?”

"To be honest, I'm flattered."

"Who exactly are you?!"

The middle-aged man looked at his servant lying in a pool of blood. Even if he were stupid, he would know that this man was no good. He picked up a Japanese sword from the shelf next to him and pointed it at Isaac, questioning him angrily.

Isaac didn't even glance at him, but looked at the professor and said, "Can I have my textbook back now? That's not something people from your world should be reading."

"I'm so sorry, there are some things I still need to figure out, so I can't return the textbook to you for the time being. Please understand."

"Really? You don't value your own life enough. Do you think you can escape this time?"

"asshole!"

Seeing that Isaac, who had killed his servant, was ignoring him, the middle-aged man roared and raised his knife to slash at Isaac.

clang!

The knife struck Isaac squarely on the head, but to his surprise, the blade suddenly snapped.

"what?"

As the broken blade flew through the air, Isaac caught it in his hand and casually tossed it toward the throat of the middle-aged man in front of him.

The blade was driven directly into his throat, and blood gushed out from the slit in the blade.

"you……"

The middle-aged man pointed at Isaac unwillingly, but soon his eyes lost their luster and he collapsed to the ground.

Kicking the corpse aside, Isaac said calmly, "Professor, you're a smart man too. Smart men shouldn't be thinking about things they shouldn't know."

"Is alchemy something one shouldn't know?"

“Non-Amestoric citizens also have the opportunity to learn alchemy by chance, which I cannot interfere with, but they absolutely cannot use the teaching materials I provide, let alone people from this world,” Isaac said. “The moment you master alchemy using my teaching materials, in my view, it basically affects national security.”

"I see. Now I finally understand. You are not from this world."

The professor smiled and took the bound booklet out of his pocket.

"However, I also have my own purpose, and I ask that you remain patient until I achieve it."

"It seems you're very confident in your escape skills."

Isaac's smile suddenly turned sinister, and he snapped his fingers without saying a word.

boom------

A huge explosion, accompanied by flames, blew the entire reception room and all the surrounding furniture off the ground.

The entire Jiucheng mansion was engulfed in flames, and the gas inside the mansion was instantly reduced by half, proving that half of the people inside were affected by the explosion.

As the smoke cleared, the professor and the Crimson Reader were nowhere to be seen.

"Alright, when it comes to escape skills, Isaac, I'd say you're the best."

Isaac chuckled, feeling no frustration at the professor's escape; on the contrary, a feeling of cat and mouse playing a game grew within him.

Pushing aside the charred gate, he looked ahead as he stepped out of the Kujo residence.

Under the night sky, the professor and the Crimson Princess stood smiling in front of him, and the professor waved goodbye to him in a slightly friendly manner.

In front of them, a group of Japanese soldiers in Katsukawa uniforms surrounded Isaac, aiming their rifles and machine guns at him.

"He's the one who killed Colonel Kujo!"

"Arrest him! If the situation changes, shoot him on the spot!"

Isaac glanced at the soldiers in front of him, then at the professor behind them.

It seems the professor has some cooperation with the Japanese military.

"This is getting more and more interesting."

He ignored the soldiers with guns in front of him and walked slowly toward the professor.

"Stop!"

"shot!!"

Isaac's maniacal smile was now fully revealed as he stretched out both hands and snapped his fingers several times.

boom--------

A dozen explosions rang out, and the soldiers in front of them didn't even have a chance to pull the trigger before they were blown to pieces.

"Professor, if you want to escape, I definitely won't stop you. But before that, give me some fun."

As the shadow fell, Isaac's shadow suddenly lengthened, transforming into countless blades in the sky that pierced towards the professor and the girl beside him.

As expected, the moment the blade touched them, the two of them vanished from the spot.

"interesting."

Isaac stretched his shoulders, but the smile remained on his face.

"I've had too much of a relaxed life in the English manor. I definitely need some killing time to brighten things up, otherwise I'll become a couch potato."

A bloodthirsty glint flashed in his eyes once more.

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The explosions were very loud, and people on the street heard them. Thinking that war had broken out, people screamed and began to hide in all directions.

The city was filled with wailing sounds, even the air raid sirens were activated.

The stationed soldiers were also mobilized to search for the source of the explosion.

Amidst the rioting crowd, a conspicuous figure strolled leisurely.

Isaac hummed a song as he looked around for the professor.

"stop!!"

Some soldiers also noticed Isaac and, seeing the undried blood on his body, warily pointed their guns at him.

"Stop! You are..."

Snapped!

boom------

Several charred corpses lay on the street, and the flames set fire to the shops on both sides of the street.

"Professor, it's no fun always hiding like this."

Isaac walked through the burning, chaotic streets, muttering words that were hard to hear.

“I know about the power of the Illusionary Book. Even if you hide, I’m sure you’re in this city.”

After Isaac finished speaking, no one answered his question except for the crackling sounds of the burning wooden building and faint screams.

"Although I quite like this kind of hide-and-seek game, it can get boring after a while."

After saying that, Isaac loosely clenched his fist.

The temperature on the streets, which were already getting warm from the fire, began to rise again.

A fireball appeared in Isaac's palm.

"I'll count to ten. If you don't come out, I'll have no choice but to end the game with you unilaterally."

Chapter 1053: Formula

"Professor, if you don't come out, I'll have no choice but to end the game with you unilaterally."

In Isaac's hand, a fireball shining with dazzling light was spinning continuously, the surrounding air became scorching hot, and even some wooden buildings that had not yet burned began to turn black.

It is, after all, the sun. Although it is less than one billionth the size of the real sun, the energy it contains is enough to destroy a country in an instant.

"Ten, nine, eight, seven..."

Isaac kept counting, but the professor didn't seem to appear.

"Three, two... huh?"