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Me! The Strongest Alchemist!

# swords and magic This is a world of swords and magic. Here, sorcerers and knights are well established, while alchemists and forge smiths are revered by the Empire. Mas transmigrated from Earth to this world and became an apprentice alchemist. This was a very noble status, a brilliant alchemist could command the respect of any major city. Mas was also proud of his own position. But he didn’t expect that his teacher was actually a huge fraudster, who used subpar alchemy products to trick the Royal Capital. When they came knocking on the door fuming with killing intent, Mas’s teacher Wosk had already run away. While Mas, who was his student, was left behind to deal with this mess. If Mas was unable to hand up alchemy products that are powerful enough, he would be burnt alive by the people of the Great Empire. Just then, he finally awakened the God-tier Alchemist System and received the Creator’s Alchemy Station. On this station, any monster could be created. [Obsidian Gargoyle], [Lightning Naga], [Iron Golem], [Granite Golem], [Puppet Dragon], [Laval Titan]...... One after another legendary alchemy creatures were born in the hands of Mas, and he gradually gained the title of the God of Alchemy!

Blood of Sinners · Fantasy
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141 Chs

Everyone, Master Mas Has Something to Say!

Editor: Atlas Studios

The night wind blew and the night became even colder. Mas and company were unwilling to spend time looking for a suitable temporary residence.

After Mas and Dick had their fill, they directly lay down by the fire to rest.

In his sleep, Mas vaguely heard someone shouting.

When he opened his eyes, he saw that the one-armed youth was muttering in his sleep.

Mas listened carefully to what he was saying and heard 'I will kill all of you and avenge my family!'

Mas shook his head. It was another young man who had been blinded by hatred. But this had nothing to do with him. There were so many pitiful people in the world. Did he need to pity every single one of them?

He was not a saint!

Mas yawned and continued to lie down to sleep.

The night passed quickly and the sky became bright.

Mas glanced at the one-armed youth and saw that his face was flushed. He was clearly having a fever.