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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!

Blindness · Bandes dessinées et romans graphiques
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Chapter 47: Mutants and Potions (Requesting Monthly Tickets, Recommendation Tickets)

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Just as the black market crowd was swept up in the frenzy over the treasures produced by these relics, the pair in trench coats in the corner of the store quietly observed everything.

They were members of the umbrella organization and had obviously come into contact with much more top-secret intelligence.

Seeing these ancient relics, the young man naturally guessed the origin of the items.

He asked, "Boss, are these the goods that the 'Red Hogan Scavenging Team' was robbed of? There are so many good treasures. It seems that the ruins they found are not simple either..."

"Mm."

The trench-coated woman nodded.