My Pokémon Story of Seasons

Chapter 332 Two-Pronged Approach

Any witch, once her identity is revealed by an ordinary person, will turn into a Pokémon.

Furthermore, as time goes by, their mind and consciousness will gradually transform into that of a Pokémon, and they will never be able to become human again.

This is the rule rooted in this world, a curse that applies only to witches.

Tibrim floated in front of Tong Hua, her tiny finger pointing to her chest: "The transformation of the Philosopher's Stone primarily affects the 'form' and 'properties' of the material realm, Tibrim."

"I see—I didn't understand at all."

Tong Hua blinked blankly, then thought for a moment and asked the two most crucial questions.

"Who exactly spread this inexplicable curse around the world?"

What can I do to turn you back into a human?

Tibrim was momentarily speechless at Tong Hua's two pointed questions, and the brim of her hat swayed slightly.

She remained silent for a moment before slowly speaking, "Who spread the curse? Why would they do that? I'm also looking for the reason."

"Perhaps the only way to remove the curse from my soul is to create a completely new body and then transfer my soul to Bree—"

"Recreating a new body — soul transfer —"

Tong Hua repeated Tibrim's words, his brows furrowed deeply.

This sounds even more complicated than concocting fantasy potions! It even touches on the forbidden realm of artificial life.

Tong Hua knew perfectly well that the legends surrounding the Philosopher's Stone did indeed contain accounts of creating artificial life, but the underlying logic of alchemy was equivalent exchange: to gain life, one must inevitably lose life.

The dark legend of the Carlos region uncontrollably surfaced in Tong Hua's mind—

Three thousand years ago, King Carlos, in order to revive his beloved Flower Leaf and create the ultimate weapon, sacrificed countless lives to grant the Flower of Eternity immortality, but in the end, he only gained eternal loneliness and regret.

Tong Hua couldn't help but shudder and shook her head violently, as if trying to shake that terrible association out of her mind.

"No, no, this is too scary—"

Tong Hua, unusually serious in front of Tibrimon, said: "Equivalent exchange of lives, that's a heretical path!"

"I think we should focus on refining the medicine; let's treat this method as a backup plan."

When Tibrim saw the rare seriousness and even a hint of fear on Tong Hua's face, his eyes softened for a moment under the brim of his hat.

"At least you have some conscience, Bree—"

Tibrim's voice softened, carrying a complex emotion.

If Tong Hua were to agree without hesitation to use the heretical method of "exchanging life for life" to reshape her body, she would feel uneasy and disappointed.

It seems that this fool, though sometimes reckless, has never wavered in his kindness and principles.

"Yes, let's focus on making the fantasy potion first, Brie." She nodded, agreeing with Tong Hua's decision. "Those unorthodox methods—never touch Brie unless absolutely necessary."

The topic was temporarily put aside, and the two turned their attention back to the precious prototype of the Philosopher's Stone.

Tibrim returned to the treehouse library, intending to search for more clues in the ancient books.

Tong Hua also plans to continue completing the Levequest and level up his Alchemist rank.

Time flew by amidst the busy research, and seven days had passed in the blink of an eye—

Seven days later, at dusk, inside the alchemy workshop.

With Tong Hua submitting the Talisman quest for the ninth time, his alchemist level finally reached 58.

Nine missions, from level 31 to level 58.

The reason it took so long is that the materials needed for alchemy become increasingly rare as you progress.

In those seven days, more than half of the time was spent just collecting materials.

Tong Hua let out a long sigh of relief and rubbed her slightly sore eyes.

Seven consecutive days of high-intensity alchemy, research, and searching the world for rare materials had left him feeling noticeably fatigued, even with his current physical and mental strength.

He's almost used up all the free time at the Phantom Hotel in his search for certain materials.

Fortunately, it was all worth it; Tong Hua is now only one step away from level 60.

The chef and alchemist are about to break through their level cap and unlock the "Mastery" achievement.

"But then again, the probability of these extra rewards appearing is just too random—"

A total of eleven missions were completed, and the chef's two missions yielded the secret seasoning and longevity fruit.

I did this alchemist's quest nine times, and I only got one Philosopher's Stone.

Did they secretly adjust the drop rate?

Tong Hua muttered to herself as she tidied up her things, sorting and putting away the materials and tools scattered on the worktable.

Although he complained, he knew in his heart that obtaining just this Philosopher's Stone was already a huge gain far exceeding his expectations.

The other Levite quests also provided a lot of experience and Alliance currency, as well as some good rare materials, making the overall rewards quite substantial.

He carefully placed the dark red Philosopher's Stone prototype into a specially made small box lined with soft velvet and kept it close to his body.

This thing is too precious and too significant; I must keep it with me at all times to feel at ease.

After doing all this, he stretched out a big yawn, his bones cracking softly.

It's almost dinnertime, time to relax and enjoy the evening breeze on the ranch and the company of my friends.

Stepping out of the elevator on the first floor, the entire main house was filled with a wonderfully refreshing fragrance.

The sounds of chopping and stirring came from the kitchen, suggesting that the Sweet and Cold Beauties were preparing a meal.

"Terrible!" "Meow!" "La beep~"

The sounds of Chinchilla and the pickpocket cat playing and fighting came from the living room, something Tong Hua was already used to.

Just by listening to the noise, you could tell that Celebi must have taken advantage of their inattention and snatched the remote control.

Tong Hua followed the scent and sound into the living room, where she saw the evening news playing on the TV. Chinchilla and Pimp Cat were pulling each other's fur on the sofa, while Celebi was suspended in mid-air, holding the TV remote control.

"Tear!" Chinchilla smacked its tail angrily.

"Meow!" The pickpocket cat nimbly flipped over, attempting to ambush Chino the squirrel from the side.

"Alright, alright, stop fooling around." Tong Hua walked over with a smile and gently patted the two little ones on the head.

"Weren't you two getting along well lately? Why are you arguing again?"

"Terrifying!"

Chinchilla immediately let go of the pickpocket cat, jumped onto Tong Hua's shoulder, pointed at the pickpocket cat with its little paws, and meowed angrily.

"Meow~"

The pickpocket cat elegantly licked its paws and flicked its tail, looking completely innocent, as if it had started the fight.

"Fine, anyway, if you're arguing, it means your relationship is good, so I don't want to get involved in your problems anymore—"

Tong Hua waved his hand, turned and left the living room towards the kitchen, leaving the two Pokémon to continue playing on the sofa.

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Dinner was ready in no time.

All the Pokémon in the dessert shop and potion shop had finished get off work, and as soon as everyone entered, they smelled the aroma of a feast.

"Chirp chirp!" "Bri!" "Eek!" "Whoosh~ Nasu!"

The Pokémon cheered and headed towards the dining table.

"Welcome home!" Tong Hua, wearing an apron, poked her head out of the kitchen and smiled as she brought out a plate of baked tree fruit pie.

Everyone sat around the dining table, each holding their shiny cutlery, and began to enjoy their meal.

Dinner time is a time for the whole family to chat and share their daily lives. The Pokémon chatted and laughed, sharing the interesting things that happened that day with Tong Hua.

Tong Hua would listen with a smile to everyone recounting their daily routines, such as how many interesting customers had come to the store that day, how much help she had provided, and what products she would be focusing on launching tomorrow.

This small dinner table embodies the most ordinary daily life he seeks.

Just as dinner was about to end, Tibrim suddenly put down her cutlery and looked at Tong Hua.

"Speaking of which, Bree—"

While organizing ancient books recently, I came across a very interesting story.

Come to my room later, I'll tell you about it, Brie.

Tong Hua: ?