I Am God!

The city of gold.

The city lives up to its name, it is a prosperous city that seems to be filled with gold.

It is the most important port in the Land of the Rising Sun. There are a large number of alchemy workshops in the city, and there are thousands of snake people attached to these workshops.

Most of the time, alchemy workshops have difficulty recruiting people, and a skilled craftsman is very much in demand in the city.

Although.

The entire Suinhall may not have as many craftsmen as the Land of the Rising Sun, but for the Golden City, the supply is still in short supply.

This is not just an isolated phenomenon.

But this is the case throughout the Land of the Rising Sun.

In the final analysis, it is not a problem of the spread of technology, but a deeper reason for obtaining food and civilization.

After all, although the croquettes and other crops that have been discovered one after another have solved the main food problem of the snake people civilization, the output is still not high, especially compared to the croquettes, the requirements for the cultivation of other plants are even more stringent.

Whether it is the Land of the Rising Sun or Suinhall, most people still need to work in the fields to barely maintain a food supply for their family.

Most people are trapped on the land, and naturally cannot produce enough craftsmen and other professions.

There is only a place like the Land of the Rising Sun, where the land is fertile, peaceful and peaceful, with the blessing of God.

Only then can we support so many craftsmen.

The west side of Golden City is near the seaport.

Recently a new workshop was built.

A group of craftsmen were busy in the workshop, modifying two machines under the orders of an old man.

A spinning machine and a loom.

It has been hundreds of years since the beginning of textile technology in the era of King Smerkel, but it has not improved much from before.

What the old man and the workshop are doing now is to change this situation.

Make some big changes based on the previous technology.

This workshop is specialized in making such spinning machines and looms, and then prepares to sell them to various places in the Land of the Rising Sun, to Suinhall.

The name of the workshop is Tut Textile Machine Manufacturing Workshop.

That's right, it's Old Tut's.

After returning to the Golden City, Old Tut first established a textile machine manufacturing workshop, preparing to transform textile machines and looms according to some of his previous ideas, instead of directly restoring the Taling School; because these craftsmen are an extension of alchemy. , is also the seed of the alchemist.

It's the future.

In the eyes of many alchemists, this kind of thing that has nothing to do with alchemy is not worthy of a noble alchemist.

But as he got older, Old Tut felt that all the mysteries of the tower spirit, the mysteries of alchemy, and the secret techniques that transcended the times were just castles in the air.

This seems inconspicuous and simple, but it can change the fate of millions of people.

Only technology that benefits everyone can truly change the world and everyone's future.

He wants to start from the simplest things and do these most basic things.

Then take steps to realize your wildest dreams.

Even if.

It was not him who finally realized these dreams, even he was already gone by that time.

In the workshop of the workshop.

The old man was testing the machine made of wood, inspecting and instructing it again and again.

"Here, let's make it wider according to this drawing."

"There's something wrong with the structure."

"It still needs to be changed."

Old Tut stood among the craftsmen and looked like an ordinary craftsman.

The young craftsman on the side wiped the sweat from his forehead and finally couldn't help but ask Tut: "Mr. Tut, are you really a very powerful alchemist?"

Other craftsmen also heard about it: "I heard someone say that Mr. Tut was very famous in the Golden City a long time ago and was a second-level low-ranking alchemist."

Tut looked at the eyes that were looking at him and teased them.

"Boys."

"Decades ago, I was a low-ranking alchemist."

The old man looked proud and smug, and looked at everyone's expressions with his peripheral vision.

Just as he expected.

The crowd exclaimed. The lower alchemist was already a very powerful being in their eyes.

at the same time.

Everyone couldn't help but speculate.

He was a low-ranking alchemist decades ago, but what about now?

"Master Tut, you are so amazing." Now someone directly changed the title of sir to master.

"What now? Have you already broken through the second level?" Someone rushed forward.

"Can't you reach the third level?" Everyone looked at him with admiring eyes. The alchemist was the target of everyone's admiration and yearning in the Land of the Rising Sun.

As craftsmen in the Golden City, although they do not understand the secrets of alchemy, they remember the levels of alchemists very clearly.

Old Tut gave them the answer: "Now, I am still a low-ranking alchemist."

Old Tut was very sorry and lamented the fate and fate of his life.

"When I was young, I only dreamed."

"In my prime, I will only regret it."

"When I was the youngest, strongest and most able to do things, I couldn't accomplish anything,"

"Most of my life has been wasted. I just hope that in the remaining days, I can try to do something meaningful to me."

When he said the last sentence, the old man looked at the spinning machine.

Young Craftsman: "What's meaningful? Are these spinning machines and looms?"

"You are a powerful second-level alchemist."

"Shouldn't alchemists make those powerful props and create all kinds of unimaginable and strange creations?"

The old figure nodded: "Yes, these machines are something that I think is meaningful."

He asked everyone present: "What do you think is the most important thing in this world?"

The craftsmen looked at each other and talked in low voices.

Finally, someone stood up and shouted.

"The most important thing is of course to eat enough."

Old Tut thought it made sense and asked again: "Apart from eating enough?"

This time more people shouted: "After eating, of course you have to dress warmly."

Old Tut nodded and said to them.

"That's right."

"Most people in this world still cannot afford clothes or enough food to eat."

"I can't conjure food out of thin air, that's not alchemy, that's dreaming."

“But I was able to make cloth more abundant and cheaper.”

"It's all about this machine."

"Let one person do what seven or eight people did before, and produce the cloth that only seven or eight people can make."

The old man's hands lined up on the wooden machine: "This machine can allow more people to put on clothes."

"Do you still think this matter is meaningless?"

When the craftsmen heard what Old Tut said, they felt completely different.

Originally they just worked here, but now it feels like this job has been given a special meaning.

The craftsmen became more motivated and everyone became more agile.

A few days later, Lao Tut's several versions of textile machines and looms came out.

There are even more craftsmen coming today.

There were also many teenagers who were not craftsmen, but just came to join in the fun. Most of these people were children of city dwellers, but Old Tut did not prohibit them from entering.

A female craftsman went up to do the work herself, first spinning and then weaving.

The spinning machine spins the fibers of the rope and rattan into yarn, and the final woven cloth is not only more fine, but also several times faster than before.

Although it is extremely rough compared to the legendary clothes of gods, it is already on the same level as the fabrics worn by nobles.

"Oh!" The craftsmen raised their arms and shouted when they saw the cloth being spun.

"Success, success." People were excited because they felt that what they had created was not just a textile machine, but something of great significance.

"It's so fast, and it spins so well." People gathered around one by one.

Old Tut stood in front of the machine and said to everyone.

"Thank you!"

"Thank you for renovating these two spinning machines and looms."

"Your hard work today will be transformed into clothes for thousands of people."

People shouted: "Master Tut!"

"You're so kind, it's all your fault."

Another person said: "It is your genius idea that transformed such convenient spinning machines and looms."

This was the first time people met such a polite and unassuming alchemist: "Yes, I have never seen an alchemist as approachable as you."

Usually those who open such workshops are alchemy apprentices and servant alchemists.

Second-level alchemists, especially veteran alchemists like Lao Tut, who have mastered a large number of alchemical secrets.

In any alchemy city in the Land of the Rising Sun, there are those people at the top of the pyramid.

Tut sighed and said: "This was all designed when I was young, but I didn't even care."

"At that time, I was very arrogant."

"What we wanted at that time was to pursue higher and stronger alchemy, to do things that our predecessors could not do, to decipher the supreme mysteries of alchemy one after another, and to unlock the secrets left by our predecessors. puzzle."

"I never thought that decades later, I would start here again."

"but!"

When the old man said this, his words began to turn.

"This is just the beginning, we will build new machines next."

"Things like spinning machines powered by water, and all kinds of machines."

"I need your help and everyone to do this together."

The last paragraph is the most important: "I will test your talents. If any of you have the talents to become an alchemist and a powerful one, I will help you and then teach you the knowledge of alchemy."

The crowd immediately fell silent, and no one spoke for a long time.

Finally, the young craftsman from before asked: "What if the talent is very poor and you can only become an alchemy apprentice?"

In the Land of the Rising Sun.

Most alchemists will not accept students unless you are from their family. Even the alchemists of those schools basically choose those who are talented and can help them in the future.

As for those people who seem to be just about ready to become alchemists, but who are unlikely to achieve much, if they come from a lower background and don't have a family, they basically have no way to study.

The old man looked at the young craftsman and said seriously: "I will teach you the same."

"I won't say that talent is not important, but I want to tell you."

"Everyone does have their own limits."

"But not exploring, not trying."

"How do you know where your true limits are?"

The old man looked short, very old, and had some bald hair.

But the words are particularly contagious.

Then, he looked at the other craftsmen.

"Even if you have no talent and are just an ordinary craftsman, you can still create your own miracles and leave your own name in history."

"Even surpassing those powerful alchemists, surpassing those kings and powerful powerful people."

"Just like..."

"These two spinning machines and looms."

"I will keep these two initial machines forever and engrave all of your names on them. For all those who benefit from these two machines, someone will remember your names."

This time, the craftsmen looked at the old man differently.

This is what the old man wanted, he then said, striking while the iron is hot.

"Many people have just said that they have heard of my name."

"Then everyone should have vaguely heard of where I come from. Have you heard of the Tower Spirit School?"

Everyone immediately whispered to each other and talked about some rumors about the Tower Spirit School.

There are positives and there are negatives.

Old Tut: "Taling School is an open school. It is passed down through teachers and students, rather than through traditional family blood."

"The Tower Spirit School accepts alchemists who share the same ideals and trains alchemists who share the same ideals from an early age."

"No matter what your background is, you can enter and learn."

"I was born into a family of craftsmen, but I became the chief disciple of the Taling School at a very young age. No one in the school looked down upon me at that time."

"Because I have solved many unsolved alchemical mysteries."

"We don't ask where you are, we ask what you can do."

The former Pagoda Spirit School was incompatible even within the inheritance of one school.

The young craftsman asked Old Tut: "Do these genius ideas of yours come from the Taling School?"

Old Tut liked this question very much: "It's not just that!"

He talked about some of the fantastic ideas of the alchemists in the past, those amazing ideas.

"The Tower Spirit School once thought that mental power is also a kind of energy. Can we store this energy and continuously charge props to create a machine that can continuously operate."

"For example, this kind of alchemy tool's textile machine can continuously weave cloth without the need for manpower."

"There is another theory of the Tower Spirit School, which is also the highest secret of the Tower Spirit School."

"It's the word "Ta Ling" mentioned in the name of the school."

"This is a spiritual body with wisdom and personality that can control and run a huge system on behalf of the alchemist, and can calculate and solve various puzzles."

"As long as it can be produced, one person can replace tens of millions of people, which is equivalent to an alchemy workshop that operates completely on its own."

Old Tut's chatterbox opened up and kept talking, attracting everyone directly.

Many alchemists know the ultimate secrets and conjectures of the Tower Spirit School, and most of them sneer at such fantasy-like conjectures. Of course, many people have come one after another, believing that all of this can be realized.

Now, Old Tut is looking for new people who can solve these puzzles.

In the workshop of the workshop.

Many snake people were fascinated by this and sat down cross-legged, just like students.

They all believed that what Old Tut said was the future, because of the spinning machines and looms behind Old Tut, because these two machines were about to be engraved with their names.

Then.

Stay forever.

They believe that the advancement of technology will definitely bring about a better life and future.

Until finally, Old Tut ended the discussion with one sentence.

"It's just that all of this is still just an idea."

“But I’m sure someone will realize them one day.”

Old Tut paused, his eyes scanning everyone present.

"perhaps."

"That's you."

One sentence planted a seed in the hearts of many people present.

Sometimes it is someone's words that change a person's destiny.

You meet someone and you hear what he says.

Then.

You believed it.

This can change.

Even if it fails in the end, it will still be completely different from before.

——

The day before the Tut loom weaving workshop opened.

The old man was planning the future of this textile workshop in the back room of the workshop. He recorded today's situation, as well as those seed people who he felt were talented during the lecture.

Finally, the old man wrote on the first page of his alchemy notes.

"Everyone knows to raise their heads and look at the stars in the sky."

"They all want to get wings and fly in the wind."

"But no one lowered his head to build the ladder to the sky."

"Because building a ladder is too troublesome and takes too long. I may not be able to build this ladder until I die."

"only."

"Not everyone can grow wings, nor can the wind come all the time."

"The talented people who grow wings will eventually turn into legends and disappear into history, never to be repeated; the lucky ones who fly in the wind will eventually die when the wind stops, and no one cares about them."

"They only change themselves, not the world."

"But as long as we have the ladder to the sky, it will be like the ancient snake people building the Tower of Babel in the City of Life."

"Let each of us ascend to the sky and touch the stars."

"That time period."

"Everyone can grow wings, and everyone can fly in the wind."

Tut closed the book. When he closed the book, his eyes were completely different.

The relationship between people is mutual.

When you change others, others are also changing you.

When Tut said those words, he was influencing others and telling himself.

"What should I do."

"Why I did it."

"What's the point of me doing this?"

The moment Tut closed the book, he knew it.

His heart is extremely determined.

Tut Textile Machine Workshop opened, causing a sensation throughout the city as soon as it opened.

Dozens and hundreds of businessmen poured into the Tut Textile Machine Workshop, looking at the two spinning machines and the ultra-high efficiency of the loom in shock.

The sound of wooden machines working.

In the eyes of craftsmen, what they see is the rhythm of the era of reforming textile technology.

In the eyes of the businessmen, what they heard was the sound of gold coins flowing down from the machine.

"This is it, this is great."

"I want to buy a cross, the same cross."

"I want them all."

"Why aren't there so many? When can they be made?"

Old Tut stood on the second floor, looking at the scene below.

He didn't care how many units he sold, what he saw was the fire, the fire that lit up the world.

The business of Tut Textile Machinery Workshop is particularly booming, and orders are coming in continuously, not only from the Golden City, but also from Miracle City, Black Fire City, Light City and other cities.

Later, merchant ships even came all the way from Suinhol to order machines and then brought them back to various cities in Suinhol.

There is a greater demand for textiles and cloth in Suinhall than in the Land of the Rising Sun.

But at the same time, counterfeiting also began to appear.

But that's okay.

Old Tut began new experimental subjects and research, and began to try to build new machines.

Old Tut accepted several students from among the craftsmen.

He was going to take these students to start a project on transforming a hydraulic spinning machine. Although he already had some ideas in his mind, he hoped to use this project to teach these students how to explore the secrets of alchemy and how to view it correctly. The role of alchemy.

He even wanted to use this topic to revise some of the concepts of the Taling School.

new era.

The new tower spirit school.

New ideas are also needed to support the way forward for everyone.

Old Tut took the students outside the city to see the wide river and the waterwheel built on the edge of the river.

The water drives the waterwheel to rotate, and the water flows endlessly along the canal to the distant fields, which are covered with squirrels.

"Waterwheel?"

"Teacher Tut, why did you bring us to see this?"

Old Tut told them: "Because I need you to observe the power of water and use it alchemically."

The students felt that this had nothing to do with alchemy.

"How could this be alchemy?"

"Yes, this is the power of water flowing."

Old Tut asked them: "What do you think alchemy is?"

The student replied: "At least it's extraordinary power, right?"

Old Tut did not answer, but talked about another thing.

Mentioned another person.

"My good friend Olan is an extremely talented person. He became a third-level powerful person at a very young age. I think his talent and talents surpassed everyone at that time."

"I even think that he can rely on his own strength to walk his own path of a fourth-level apostle."

"Although in the end he really had apostle-level power, but..."

At this point, Old Tut suddenly stopped.

He said no more.

The students were shocked and could not imagine that there were such people in the world.

Third-level powerful person, apostle level.

In their eyes, third-level powerful beings are already out of reach, and in their eyes, such beings at the apostle level are almost indistinguishable from gods on earth.

Old Tut took out a letter and said to the students.

"He sent me a letter not long ago."

"How do you think someone like him views alchemy?"

How could the students know? They could only listen to what Old Tut continued to say.

Old Tut opened the letter and read the words on it.

"That's what he told me in the letter."

"Tut!"

“In the past, we always speculated on the world based on our own ideas, always thought that we could create everything, and always named everything after our own ideas, as if we created everything ourselves.

“We always think that we can create everything and create the future.”

"but!"

"It all exists in the world."

"They're there and they don't change for us."

“What we do is not create them, we discover them.

"It's not that we created the mystery, it's that we discovered the secrets of this world."

After Old Tut said this, all the students fell into deep thought.

Because these are the words spoken by a being with the power of an apostle.

"Not long ago, I also wrote a paragraph for myself as my credo for starting over."

The old man repeated the sentence again. He had written it in the notebook before, but now attached it verbatim.

"Everyone knows to raise their heads and look at the stars in the sky."

"They all want to get wings and fly in the wind."

"But no one lowered his head to build the ladder to the sky."

"..."

The old man's voice was not loud, but to the students his voice was like a beam of light or a door.

It led them to a whole new world, a world that truly belonged to alchemy.

"It's like the ancient snake people building the Tower of Babel in the City of Life."

"Let each of us ascend to the sky and touch the stars."

"That time period."

"Everyone can grow wings, and everyone can fly in the wind."

A smile appeared on Old Tut's face, which was a tacit understanding between friends.

"Although the two of us said different things, we thought of the same thing at the same time."

"but!"

"What I want to tell you is that alchemy is the secret hidden in this world. Discovering these secrets and using them is alchemy."

Before Old Tut began his first subject, he gave his students a lesson they would remember for the rest of their lives.

"I hope you will always remember this conversation between Oran and I."

"I hope that one day, you can rebuild this Tower of Babel."

"The philosophy of the Taling School was that we were an open school, and we welcomed all people with the same philosophy."

"I would like to add one for you now."

"Alchemy is discovery, not creation."

Old Tut was extremely serious: "I hope you can be down-to-earth and analyze all the secrets in this world, just like this water. Water can turn into clouds, rain, rivers, and seas; it can turn into clouds, rain, rivers, and seas; it can turn into water. It has endless secrets, and it is not something you can underestimate.”

"Just like this wind, do you know where the wind comes from? Do you know how to create the wind?"

"You don't know anything. You only see the use of so-called extraordinary power."

"The extraordinary power and magic in your eyes were only created by predecessors' observation of the world."

"And now!"

"I need you to create new extraordinary things and discover new secrets in this world."

"The smallest and most inconspicuous scenes may contain the ultimate secret in the world."

The Tower of Babel used to be tangible.

The Tower of Babel mentioned by Old Tut is invisible.

But it is a thousand or ten thousand times more difficult than the construction of the tangible Tower of Babel.

The students looked at the river again, at the flowing water.

There was a different feeling in my heart.

I have infinite curiosity and awe towards this world.

Old Tut took the students to start transforming the hydraulic spinning machine. Each of the students had different ideas. Old Tut did not say who was right or wrong, but asked them to divide into different groups to conduct different experiments.

His teaching methods and concepts are obviously very different from those of the former Taling School.

Everything is on track.

Just like old Tut hoped.

Night falls.

Most people in the textile machine workshop have gone off work, but some people have stayed.

"not like this."

"You are wrong."

"I think it can be changed this way."

Several of Tutt's students kept arguing. Although they were doing it separately, they still liked to argue to prove their own ideas.

After arguing for a long time, one of the students finally said: "It would be great if we could make a textile machine like an alchemy tool."

Another student shook his head: "Don't think about it. Alchemy prop-type textile machines are not something we can build now, and most of the alchemy props can only be used for a short time and cannot be operated for a long time. The power required is unimaginable." .”

An even more whimsical statement emerged: "It would be great if I could store mental power like the teacher said and use it as energy to make up for it."

The student just now said again: "This is not something we can do now."

There is no other way but to continue from the most basic step by step: "Oh! Let's just stick to hydraulics!"

Old Tut looked at the busy students with several craftsmen in the workshop of the textile machine workshop, and showed a pleased expression.

He left the workshop and headed into the distance along the road.

He was going to go to the Temple of Miracles and spend some money to ask for the power of the rainbow tree to be used to send a letter to a distant place, to his friend Oran.

However, halfway through, a large number of figures wearing cloaks suddenly appeared in the dark alley.

Each of them held a metal lantern and had special symbols on their clothes.

"Lamp Bearer?"

Old Tut knew that these people were the most elite team of powerful people controlled by the Alchemy Council, and were specially used to deal with the most difficult matters.

They specialize in fighting, and are completely incomparable to alchemists like Old Tut.

A man came to Old Tut, and he said to Tut.

"The elder wants to see you."

Old Tut asked: "Which elder?"

But the lamp-holder said no more.

——

City of Lights.

There are lights on in the Temple of Miracles, even at night, and they are extravagantly lighting up the entire temple.

Lamps are proof of God’s power, lights are symbols of God.

An elder wearing a white ornate hat walked out of the dark passage and passed by the tall bronze mirror placed on the side of the passage.

This mirror is also a valuable thing in the eyes of ordinary people.

Especially this mirror is different from ordinary mirrors.

It is polished so smooth that the hair on a person's face can be clearly illuminated.

When the elder stopped in front of this bronze mirror, he couldn't help but stop and take a look at himself.

In the mirror, he was wearing pure white robes, holding a scepter in his hand, and the Great Elder's crown on his head was inlaid with extraordinary gems.

Just by looking at him, you can tell how powerful this person is.

He was quietly admiring himself, he was saying in his heart.

"look!"

"This is the owner of the Land of the Rising Sun, the ruler of the entire Land of the Rising Sun."

He couldn't help but step forward, wanting to take a closer look.

However, when he got closer, he saw that the face in the mirror was so old.

Behind the cloak of power and power is an old and ugly snake man.

In an instant, the elder's expression changed.

The anger suddenly arose, faster than fire, like thunder.

He raised his scepter and hit the mirror hard.

"Dong buzz~"

The bronze mirror fell apart in an instant and fell to the ground.

The elder stopped staying and walked outside.

At the same time, he kept chanting.

"Taling School."

"They must know how to prey on other people's talents."

"I need to change my talents. As long as I have talents, I will be recognized by the gods."

He looked at the lights outside, and his figure gradually disappeared under the bright lamp.

"I will be an apostle, the first apostle of God."