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Mechanical Alchemist

The dark underground dungeon was filled with countless ancient relics and treasures. Eerie, deformed, cursed objects... The abyss, catacombs, Ancient Gods, mythical races... Mechanics, cursed seal implants, and the gargantuan black towers... A peculiar mix of Alchemy, a drop of steampunk, two spoons of supernatural mystery, blending into a vibrant and colorful fantasy world. I am a puppeteer Alchemist. All that my eyes behold, becomes my puppet. Alone, I am an army!

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Chapter 278: Arm, Crown, Hourglass

Su Lun recorded everything he was now preparing to do in his notebook.

Because he was not certain that even with his own "strategy," other variables wouldn't occur.

After all, what if this wasn't the first time he "died" in this space?

If there was a first time, there could be a second, a third...

And possibly countless times.

The "himself" who left the notes might not necessarily have succeeded on his first try.

It could be the only version of him that the current timeline's self could see.

Making detailed notes might, perhaps, provide a lifeline to another self in another timeline.

With this thought, his mind started to infinitely nest.

"No wonder it's one of the supreme laws of the 'Time Law,' it truly is the most elusive..."

Su Lun gathered his increasingly complex thoughts; failing to understand them, he stopped trying to figure them out. He merely sighed, acknowledging that the chaotic laws of the God Burial Ground were indeed beyond mortal comprehension.

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