Rebirth : The Alchemist's Path

After Ailer's death, countless fire meteors began to fall.

The remaining Dark Elf clan members struggled to withstand the power of the Forbidden Spell. Even the Mage Emperors, if struck by the meteors, would fall on the spot.

Countless screams echoed through the space, and the number of Dark Elves quickly dwindled.

"Did I ruin some plan of yours?"

Sylvus ignored the Dark Elves, his gaze turning to Grey as he smiled.

Looking at Sylvus, who was still eating sunflower seeds, Grey's face was gloomy.

He had originally planned to use the Dark Elves to break the seal left by the Angel Clan on the Aislar Continent long ago. This would allow his true form to descend upon Aislar.

But now, Sylvus had wiped out the entire Dark Elf clan, leaving his previous plan completely ruined. Who knew when he'd be able to bring his true form to Aislar?

"Sylvus! I, as a deity, will remember you. When my true form descends one day, I will make you pay a painful price!" Grey said, gritting his teeth.

"No problem! Why don't you leave me a keepsake? Anything will do." Sylvus said with a grin.

With Grey's keepsake, Sylvus could return to his shop and use a grand space summoning spell to pull Grey in. Even if Grey were a deity from the divine realm, he would have to kneel and beg for mercy.

"Hmph!"

Grey ignored Sylvus and let out a cold snort. His form began to dissipate, as this avatar's energy was already exhausted.

Seeing Grey vanish, Sylvus was a little disappointed.

He hadn't expected Grey to not take the bait. It seemed he'd have to wait for another opportunity to finish him off.

"It seems his true form is in the Undead World. He'll probably come here once the undead invade this continent."

Sylvus thought silently. He had no plans to go to the Undead World. After all, his greatest reliance was the invincible buff from his small shop. Without it, he didn't really have a way to kill Grey for the time being.

At that moment, the space began to tremble.

Sylvus knew it was because the Forbidden Spell he cast was causing this space to collapse.

"The Dark Elf clan will forever be buried in this space."

Sylvus thought as he turned into nothingness and quickly flew out.

In less than a minute, Sylvus left the space of the Dark Elf clan and returned to the lakeside.

"Rumble…"

As he reappeared, the entire lake began to boil, and the seal set there shattered.

Although some Dark Elf clan members managed to escape, Sylvus slaughtered them all.

"This trip wasn't in vain; at least I now know that the Fallen Angel resides in the Undead World. Now I'll just wait for him to appear again."

Sylvus thought and did not linger any longer. He turned and flew off into the distance; he had already explored most of this continent, and it was time to return.

Meanwhile, in the space of the Undead World:

"Argh… Damn you, Sylvus! I, Kipling Grey, swear to tear you to pieces!"

Grey roared in fury, his immense power erupting. The entire Undead World trembled, causing many undead to be startled, not knowing what was happening.

Sylvus was heading back to the Holy City of the Bork Empire, unhurried after finishing his business.

On the way, he heard that many powerhouses from the continent had gone to the Abyssal Land.

"Could the undead be coming already? It's quite fast, actually."

Sylvus thought as he opened the system's task menu.

He found that the task of helping the Elf Clan and Dwarf Clan lift their bloodline seals was 50% complete.

Although he could submit the task at any time, Sylvus wasn't in a hurry. He wanted to see what rewards he would get if he completed 100% of the task.

After several days, Sylvus finally returned to the Holy City.

Unlike when he had left, the city's guards had increased several times, and the bustling scene on the streets had disappeared.

The guards of the Holy City all knew Sylvus. When they saw him return, none dared to obstruct him.

Sylvus easily entered the city and headed toward his shop.

Arriving at the shop, Sylvus noticed that while the entire Holy City had become much quieter, his shop was busier than ever.

The line of people outside must have reached two to three thousand, with many powerhouses among them.

"Boss, you're back!"

When Sylvus appeared, someone in the line suddenly called out.

This immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Currently, in the entire Holy City, only one person could be addressed as "boss," and that was Sylvus.

"Hello, boss."

Seeing that it was indeed Sylvus, everyone greeted him enthusiastically.

Sylvus smiled and nodded. Perhaps even if Emperor Boone himself had come, these people wouldn't have been as enthusiastic.

"Boss, nothing much has happened in the shop recently, just been a bit busier."

Mylon, who was still busy at the time, greeted Sylvus when he saw him.

"Keep working. We can talk later."

Sylvus said as he realized that Mylon was struggling a bit on his own. It seemed like he, as the boss, couldn't keep slacking off.

Sylvus then began helping sell pills, speeding up the process significantly.

By the time the shop closed, the more than two thousand people outside had all bought their pills.

However, they did not leave; they sat down and took the pills, beginning to cultivate. No one disturbed anyone else, and everything was orderly.

"Boss, you're finally back."

Sylvus was about to close the door and head upstairs to hear Mylon's report on the past few days when several figures appeared outside.

"Emperor Boone? Is something the matter?"

The visitors were Emperor Boone and his three sons, the Crown Prince, the Second Prince, and the Third Prince.

The arrival of these four naturally drew the attention of those in the alley, but none stood up to pay their respects.

Boone didn't mind; after all, this was Sylvus's shop, and the royal etiquette didn't apply here.

"Boss, may we speak inside?" Boone asked respectfully.

"Come in."

Seeing that they indeed seemed to have something urgent, Sylvus nodded, and the group entered the shop.

"What is it? Just say it."

Sylvus sat down and looked at Boone.

"Boss, during the days you were away from the Holy City, there has been activity in the Abyssal Land. The undead have begun attacking the seal frantically, and the powerhouses of the entire continent have gone there."

"However, the situation hasn't improved. At this rate, the undead will arrive in Aislar in five days at most."

Boone said with a serious expression.

Sylvus wasn't surprised; after all, he had already heard about these matters on his way back.

Moreover, he actually hoped the undead would come. This way, Grey would certainly show up.

"What do you want to tell me?"

Sylvus feigned ignorance and smiled.