Doupo: I'm just an alchemist

Parallel World No. 12138.

Earth.

modern society.

The largest city—the City of Justice.

What should have been a harmonious, prosperous, and just city was now in chaos. People from all walks of life, regardless of age or gender, had lost their minds and were trying every means to escape this first city where they had spent countless efforts to settle down.

Just two hours earlier, they had received a message: the "Doomsday" virus would break out in the City of Justice in twenty-four hours.

Following the message, the person who posted it thoughtfully added a note explaining exactly what the "doomsday" virus was.

This is a terrifying virus that combines the advantages of all viruses and bacteria. Once it breaks out, it can infect all living things. Even blue whales, which are immune to cancer and tumors, will die within a month.

The "doomsday" virus is a virus that should not exist. Its infectivity, drug resistance, and survivability are like a triangle. No virus or bacterium can be perfect in all three aspects.

"Impossible! There can't be such a virus, it's impossible! If there really is such a terrifying virus, it must have been cultured in a sterile room. Once exposed to outdoor air, it would be a miracle if it survived for more than fifteen minutes..."

Top experts and leading figures from various disciplines within the federal government have unanimously given the same answer: it is simply impossible for such a virus to exist!

The mastermind behind this must be spreading alarmist rumors and deliberately creating social chaos.

He's just a clown, there's no need to care about him.

As for cases where the other party requests a re-examination, there's no need to pay attention to them either.

Soon, more than twenty hours had passed.

A figure dressed in a black trench coat arrived at the top of the Dawn Tower, the tallest tower in the City of Justice. Upon seeing the figure that suddenly appeared beside him, a hint of surprise flashed across his previously calm face.

"I never imagined that such a great person as you could exist in this world."

"Your Excellency need not be so polite. Being able to use your wisdom to create an ultimate virus capable of destroying all living things, you deserve to be treated equally by me."

Nangong Wuxin looked at the calm-faced young man and was quite surprised.

That virus is fatal to anyone below the level of a Battle King who gets infected!
Moreover, they possess incredibly terrifying survivability and contagiousness...

It's quite surprising that the creator of this virus was just a teenager.

"Heh, sir, are you here to stop me from destroying these vile people and this ridiculous world?"

The boy spoke these astonishing words with utter calmness, his youthful eyes filled with a sense of profound experience.

"Bitch?"

Nangong Wuxin looked at the boy with curiosity. At his level, he could see through some things at a glance, but he also lost a lot of fun, didn't he?
"Shouldn't a group of humanoid creatures who dare to do things but not take responsibility, and who take breaking promises for granted, be called despicable people?"

"A courageous young man saved a teenage girl from being assaulted. However, because of the perpetrator's money and power, the girl turned on him, sending him to prison. Even more interestingly, what should have been a months-long case was resolved in less than ten days. Throughout the entire ordeal, no one spoke up for the young man. It was as if he deserved his fate..."

"Is that young man your elder brother or...?"

"We have no relationship; I'm just an observer." The boy raised his head and looked at Nangong Wuxin.

"Well, sir, have you made up your mind? Do you want to stop me?"

"Hmm...this is quite interesting. Is it just about standing up for what's right?"

Nangong Wuxin narrowed his eyes. A group of humans who couldn't even distinguish between gratitude and resentment—no, they should be called despicable people… didn't seem to be worth saving.

After glancing at his script, he understood what he needed to do next.

"Ingratitude, betrayal, and hypocrisy... how can such a creature be considered one of my kind?"

"Your Majesty, I think I've found a suitable man."

Having just breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing the official's answer, the young man saw Nangong Wuxin take out a cell phone and hand it to him. Confused, he asked, "Sir, what is this?"

"This is your cheat code for your next life. Now leave the rest to me. I will personally destroy this world."

"As for you, you're in for a very interesting journey."

The phone transformed into a ball of seven-colored light, merging with the boy's soul before leaving this world.

The boy was about to say something when he saw Nangong Wuxin's smiling face and a nod to him.

At that moment, he seemed to understand everything.

Nangong Wuxin took out several precious mirrors that shimmered with different colors and used the Boundless Wind and Blaze to fuse them into one.

He then gave this brand-new treasure mirror to a soul filled with resentment and bitterness.

Wind and fire disasters!

boom! ! ! ! ! ! !
……

Wa Palace.

"Tsk tsk tsk, I never thought Wuxin would send that child to that world."

"Your Majesty, didn't you actually create Ling'er and the others yourself?"

"Hmm, more or less, but the memories I gave them were indeed no different from the originals. How did you figure that out, Xiao Wuxin?"

"Their talent is too good; all three of them are at the Sovereign Realm. Do you think this is reasonable?"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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