Rebirth : The Alchemist's Path

"Boss, right now the entire Aislar Continent is facing a life-or-death crisis. The Undead have twelve Mage Rulers among them."

"But here on Aislar, we only have you. If you don't take action, our entire continent will likely…"

Boone spoke with a pleading look in his eyes.

When the Undead arrive on Aislar, their strength would make them unstoppable. Very soon, the entire continent would become a huge domain of the Undead.

And in Boone's opinion, the only person who could stop this from happening was Sylvus. After all, Sylvus was someone who could toy with even a Mage Ruler.

"This is your calamity, I won't interfere."

Sylvus waved his hand dismissively. He really had no intention of getting involved; he wasn't a savior. If they always relied on him in times of trouble, then what was the point of running his shop?

Moreover, once he left the shop, his strength wouldn't be as overwhelming; at the very least, he wouldn't be able to do whatever he wanted.

"Boss, if you are willing to take action, all living beings on Aislar will honor you, and I could even relinquish the throne."

Boone continued.

If Sylvus did not take action, his role as emperor would become meaningless—he'd eventually become a prisoner of the Undead.

"Meylan, see our guest out."

Sylvus shook his head as he spoke and began walking upstairs.

"Boss, please save Aislar Continent!"

Boone gritted his teeth and knelt directly on the ground. The three princes beside him also knelt, speaking earnestly.

Seeing this, Meylan was shocked. Boone was an emperor, yet he disregarded his own status, kneeling before Sylvus. Meylan couldn't help but respect Boone's integrity.

He looked over to Sylvus, thinking that perhaps Boone's sincerity would persuade him. But Sylvus continued up the stairs without a glance, and soon his figure was out of sight.

"Your Majesty, I think you should return. If the boss isn't willing, no amount of pleading will change his mind."

Meylan sighed helplessly.

Having been with Sylvus for so long, Meylan understood his temperament well.

"Sir, please, could you try to persuade the boss? This concerns the survival of the entire Aislar Continent."

Boone looked at Meylan and said.

Meylan let out a bitter smile. What use would it be for him to persuade? If the boss didn't agree, he wouldn't even be able to keep his job as the shop assistant if he dared to nag.

Boone and his party soon left, and Meylan went upstairs to find Sylvus standing by the window, gazing into the distance.

"Are you also here to persuade me?"

As soon as Meylan approached, Sylvus spoke in a calm voice.

"Whatever the boss decides, I trust there's a good reason."

Meylan said hurriedly.

Sylvus smiled.

"Three thousand years ago, the powerhouses of the three clans repelled the Undead. Three thousand years later, if I repel the Undead, who will be left to do it three thousand years from now when I'm no longer here?"

Meylan was stunned, not knowing how to respond.

Sylvus walked over to the sofa and sat down.

"Tell me about the shop's situation lately."

"Boss, you were away for ten days. During this time, nothing major happened in the shop, and daily revenue was around 3 billion magic crystals, with a total of 30 billion earned during the ten days."

Meylan spoke as he handed Sylvus a magic storage ring.

Hearing this figure, Sylvus nodded in satisfaction. It seemed the Undead invasion had actually brought him some profit.

Meylan then reported other details about the shop's operations.

"What level has your cultivation reached?" Sylvus asked.

"Boss, I've broken through to five-star Mage Emperor." Meylan replied.

Speaking of this, Meylan felt a bit emotional. In the past, it might take ten years just to advance one level. But after using the pills from Sylvus's shop, he could break through every two days.

The speed was astonishing, but considering the pills' miraculous nature, he wasn't surprised anymore.

"A bit slow, though." Sylvus frowned slightly.

He had been hoping that if Meylan reached nine-star Mage Emperor, he could use the Mage Ruler Soul Stone to help him break through to the Mage Ruler level.

Sylvus had already asked the system about the Mage Ruler Soul Stone.

Although it would be useful for him, it wasn't of much value, because when he reached nine-star Mage Emperor, the system would gift him a complete divine core, directly elevating him to a deity-level powerhouse.

Thus, the Mage Ruler Soul Stone and the Divine Knight Soul Stone would no longer be useful to him.

Even if they were of no use to him, he didn't want them to go to waste. There weren't many people he trusted, but Meylan was one of them, along with Corvin and Kennan.

However, Corvin and Kennan's cultivation levels weren't high enough, and the only one close to nine-star Mage Emperor was Meylan.

Hearing this, Meylan could only smile wryly. To him, this speed was already terrifying, but apparently, it still wasn't fast enough for the boss.

"By the way, Boss, Corvin and Kennan came to the shop two days ago looking for you. It seems they're about to face their tribulations and wanted your help." Meylan said.

Sylvus nodded. It seemed Corvin and Kennan had indeed reached their bottleneck.

"Notify them to come tomorrow."

He had already promised Corvin and Kennan to help them through their tribulations, so it wasn't a problem.

Meylan nodded but then seemed hesitant to speak.

"If you have something to say, just say it." Sylvus said.

"Boss, are we really not going to do anything about the Undead invasion?" Meylan asked cautiously.

Sylvus gave him a glance, making Meylan's heart skip a beat. He knew he had said the wrong thing. The boss had already said he wouldn't intervene, yet Meylan dared to ask again.

"Don't worry. This continent is not as simple as you think. There will be someone to deal with the Undead invasion." Sylvus said.

It wasn't that he was going to ignore it entirely; after all, the system still had tasks for him. If he could lift the bloodline seals on the Dwarf and Angel clans, the Undead would be easily dealt with.

However, he couldn't just wipe out the Undead directly; he still needed to wait for Grey to come to Aislar. As a deity-level powerhouse, Grey had refrained from showing his true form despite Sylvus's provocation.

It seemed there was some complication preventing Grey from coming to Aislar, even if the Undead opened a path to the continent. Otherwise, he wouldn't have needed to cultivate the Dark Elf clan.

Clearly, there was something on this continent that Grey feared. Sylvus had to wait until whatever was holding Grey back was no longer a concern before taking action.

Otherwise, Grey might be even more reluctant to come over.

Meylan didn't understand Sylvus's intentions, but he didn't dare to ask any more questions.

Sylvus returned to his room, took a pill, and continued cultivating. Though the buff from the shop made him invincible within it, his own strength was still of utmost importance.

If he were at the level of a deity-level powerhouse, he could have directly summoned Grey back at the Dark Elf clan.