Almighty Alchemist

The sky in the sea of ​​death is always gray, and the only thing that can be seen clearly is the blood moon in the sky, like the sickle of the underworld, waving a terrifying breath. The black ocean seemed to exist in a dead silence, and it was difficult to see living creatures. The sea water was flowing slowly, overflowing with a corpse-like rotting breath.

The air was filled with the sulfur smell from the eruption of the Nine Nether Abyss demonic fire, mixed with this rotten breath, it became more and more choking and pungent. Apart from a few creatures such as flamingos and carrion fish, I am afraid that not many lives would like this area.

The harsh living environment, powerful monsters, and the unpredictable ghost weather have turned this place into a forbidden zone for life.

In the center of the forbidden zone of life, there is a place shrouded in thick fog all year round.

This is Purgatory Island.

There is a dense jungle on the island, where all kinds of ferocious beasts live here, making terrifying and strange calls. Occasionally, some lost merchant ships pass by here, and they can always hear the shrill howling, like the sad song of the wronged soul of life, the sound is shrill.

Privately, people call it Howling Isle or Nightmare Isle.

About twenty years ago, King Strick officially declared the Sea of ​​​​Death as a forbidden area for humans, and the legends about Nightmare Island never stopped. Some people say that the top level monster in Fengming Continent is imprisoned there, and some people say that the century-old treasures of Lance Kingdom are buried there. The last statement is the most outrageous. Some people say that it is the last residence of the famous great alchemist Electra three hundred years ago, and all his alchemy inventions that shocked the world are buried there.

Legends are always just legends, true, but not necessarily pleasant. On the contrary, it may be quite cruel.

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The ocean-going three-masted galleon "Liberty" braved the wind and waves in the Sea of ​​Death.

Gong Hao, like all boys, curled up in the small and dark cabin, and the stale air almost made him suffocate.

Three days ago, Gong Hao's memory was still in the chemistry laboratory. As the tutor's right-hand man, he was preparing all the materials necessary for an experiment for the tutor. What's abominable is that the new female assistant has no other strengths other than being able to show off her head. It is said that she got into the university's advanced laboratory by relying on her family background.

Damn it, you're just messing around, why are you playing around without knowing anything? It's all right now, the laboratory exploded, and everyone died. It's really harming others and ourselves!

Everything that followed began to flow smoothly.

He finds himself a boy named Hugh Igles in a strange world that has also taken over all his memories.

Hugh Igles was originally a servant of Baron Harden's family in South Well Town.

The Harden family has a history of 120 years in the Reims Empire. Old Harden once served as the Minister of Etiquette of the Reims Empire and was awarded the title of earl.

However, after 120 years of historical changes, the Harden family gradually lost its former glory and became a declining nobleman. The Harden family has hardly produced any geniuses in the past two decades, and it has not helped the improvement of the family's status. The only promising Gavin Harden, the highest once served as the secretary of the lords of the Noz Group. Not long after that, he was framed because he married a beautiful girl who was slandered by everyone in Knotts at the time, and he could only take his family back to the small town of South Wales, the hometown of the Harden family.

Hugh Igles is an orphan who was adopted by his aunt. Three years ago, his aunt thought that Xiu Yi was qualified to go out and live on her own, so she sold him to Baron Gavin for 20 Gold Witts, and the contract period was three years.

Twenty Kingwitts are not cheap, even Baron Harden felt distressed for a while when he paid the money, but Hugh Igleser's handsome appearance is really hard to put down, the baron's beautiful wife took a fancy to the boy at a glance and insisted on buying him.

Seven days ago, Huey's contract expired, and the baroness hoped to continue to employ Huey as his son's playmate, but in the end his aunt offered forty gold verts. The price was not acceptable to the deteriorating baron, so his aunt put Huey on the market until the warrior in golden armor offered him a high price.

It was at that time that Gong Hao's soul was attached to the boy named Xiu Yi, and he was very helpless to find that he and all the boys were stuffed into the cabin like pigs, and had been floating on the sea for two full days.

Is it parasitic? Or did you miss a bowl of Mengpo soup when you cast in reincarnation? Or maybe the existence of Gong Hao is just a childish fantasy of the little boy Xiu Yiglaer? Or is everything at this moment just a dream of Gong Hao?

Some questions never have answers.

There is a bowl of water in the bilge of the boat. Gong Hao carefully picked up the bowl of water, and through the rippling microwaves, he saw a handsome face like a porcelain doll. This boy named Xiu Yi had beautiful golden hair, and a pair of eyes full of aura, making people fall in love with him just by looking at it. No wonder the baroness was so reluctant to leave him.

And now, this is his own body.

"Hey, Huey." Fink's voice sounded in his ear.

Fink, who was covered with freckles, was Huey's only friend on board, and they were all bought from the market in Southwell Town. Then he was brought onto this ship, not knowing where he was going, nor who his future master was.

"What's the matter? Fink?" Gong Hao replied in a low voice.

"It's the Sea of ​​Death," Fink whispered.

"What?" Gong Hao didn't understand at once.

Fink said with certainty: "I said that we are now in the restricted area of ​​human beings, the sea of ​​death. I smell that stench, like the smell of undead."

Gong Hao lowered his head and said nothing.

So what if it was the sea of ​​death? I am a bought servant, and every child on this ship is a servant. Even if they come to heaven, it will not change this fate.

Damn fate threw itself into this child's body, gave him eight more years of youth, and took away his freedom at the same time.

"Look at what you said, it's as if you've seen undead." A boy next to him took over Fink's topic and whispered.

"It stinks anyway," Fink argued.

The childish words echoed in Gong Hao's ears.

The sky outside the window was still gray, and the clouds were so low that they could be touched.

After sailing on the ship these days, there is no sea area that is as terrifying as the sea of ​​death, completely lifeless.

Do I want to live in such a place in the future?

It was a nightmare.

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Liberty finally reached the final destination of its own course.

After breaking through that layer of fog, Purgatory Island was already in sight.

From a distance, a middle-aged man could be vaguely seen standing on the edge of the island, and beside him stood a puppet warrior made of various magical metals such as mithril.

Behind the middle-aged man, there are about twenty teenagers, none of whom are more than fourteen years old, and the youngest is only ** years old. Beside them is a heavy iron box with the same height as their bodies.

Behind them, a group of puppet warriors stood there.

The big boat approached slowly, the sampan was lowered, and two people came down one after another, a magician with white beard and hair and wearing a black mage robe, and a warrior in golden armor.

"Welcome to the Nightmare Island, Master Erdoris, I never expected that you would personally deliver the goods this time." The middle-aged man greeted him with a big smile.

The black-robed sorcerer with white beard and hair waved the staff in his hand and said angrily: "This time, there are too many things sent. There are too many materials that cannot be preserved at room temperature. The range of the barrier must be increased. There is not enough spar in stock, so we can only use human power to replace the spar to ensure the normal operation of the constant temperature barrier."

Letting a black-robed archmage do something like deliver the goods, no wonder he has a bad tone in his tone.

The warrior in golden armor next to him smiled and said, "I hope Master Erdoris won't make this trip in vain."

"Oh, Chakle, see what you said. Look, twenty puppet warriors, fifteen flesh puppets, fifteen undead puppets, fifteen demon spirits, and the potions, scrolls, weapons, etc. you specified, all completed as scheduled." The middle-aged man pointed to the metal box behind him and the group of puppet warriors replied immediately.

Erdoris dissatisfied: "These are just ordinary goods, not enough to consume in one battle. What your majesty wants is the troll god."

"The mentor has been working on this aspect. Unfortunately, we were able to create a troll god, but we haven't solved the problem of control." The middle-aged man replied regretfully.

Edoris snorted coldly: "It was like this 20 years ago, and it will still be like this 20 years later. The materials and help we have provided him in the past 20 years are enough to support the needs of a small country, but he has not made any substantial progress."

The golden-armored warrior on the side reminded in a low voice: "Master Haines is already the best alchemist in the empire, so there is no need for you to be so angry. Long before the Troll God started to develop it, Master Haines said that this may be his lifetime homework."

"But for this research, we sent all the materials, books, and a large number of apprentices and servants of the empire here. This alone will delay the development of an entire generation of alchemists in the entire empire. If he can't make decent achievements, then the alchemy of the empire will really decline."

"Actually...it has been in decline for a long time." The golden helmet warrior Chakle replied in a low voice, rubbing his nose.

Erdoris glared at him, but Chakle pretended not to see it—he handed a list to the middle-aged man: "This is the goods needed for next month."

"No problem." The middle-aged man accepted the answer casually: "Anyway, as long as there are enough materials, we will provide as much as you want."

Edoris then said: "Okay, let's unload the cargo, and then load the junk on board. I don't think I will ever be able to wait for the day when I can load the troll god."

The middle-aged man replied politely: "If the Troll God is successfully developed, then it will never need to be shipped."

Erdoris glared at the middle-aged man, but finally said nothing.

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"Hey, Huey, it's time to get off the boat, we're getting there," Fink reminded him.

"Understood." Gong Hao replied lazily.

A group of teenagers stepped off the big boat, a total of fifteen people.

The fifteen teenagers on the ship lined up in a row after arriving on the island, as if they were troops waiting for inspection, and the inspectors were middle-aged people on that island.

Looking at the group of half-grown teenagers, the middle-aged man shouted loudly: "Okay, little guys, welcome to Purgatory Island, this is the end of your life. From now on, you will work and live here. You must call me Lord Andrew, and do things according to my instructions. Maybe you have never worked before, but you must quickly adapt to your current life... Has any of you served nobles before?"

Fink poked Gong Hao.

Gong Hao raised his hand helplessly: "I did."

"What's your name, where are you from?"

"Glyer, Hugh Iglell, a native of Southwell, twelve years old this year, my aunt sold me here."

"No parents?"

"Died when I was four."

"How did you die?"

"Black plague."

"Ah!" The middle-aged man nodded, "I've heard that there was a black wizard rebellion in the Noz group eight years ago. They used the plague as a weapon to rebel against the imperial rule. It had no effect other than killing countless ordinary civilians. It seems that you are also one of the victims."

"Yes, sir."

"Call me Lord Andrew. Which nobleman have you served before?"

"Lord Andrew, since I was nine years old, I have been working as a handyman in Baron Harden's house in Southwell Town. I can cook and know some words."

"You can still read?" Andrew's tone was full of surprise. Most of the servants who can be sold here are children from poor families who can't even afford food, so where can they get books to read?

"Yes, my lord. It is thanks to the kindness of the baroness that I can read. She let me receive education with her young master, so that the young master will not be too lonely."

The middle-aged man Andrew glanced at Gong Hao, thought for a while and said: "You are very lucky, boy, you have a good employer. But you don't have to expect to be taken care of like the baroness here. Because this is Nightmare Island. A pretty face here is meaningless."

Then he raised his head and shouted to all the teenagers: "I must regret to tell you that I am a very strict person. I do not allow anyone to make mistakes, or dare to resist my orders. If anyone dares to make mistakes, or fails to do his job well, he will be severely punished!"