From Alchemy Apprentice to All-Powerful God King

"You want to hire me as your bodyguard to escort you inside once the Angelic Church ruins open?"

"Yes, you didn't even see the offer letter I gave you, did you?"

Matthew looked embarrassed as he listened to Grace recount the contents of the letter.

Indeed, what haven't they seen together? They've been completely open with each other, so why would they need to write love letters?

"I've been too busy lately and didn't think of it for a moment," Matthew casually made up an excuse.

However, he still learned some things through Grace.

Before today, all the forces and important figures who came to Moore City set a rule.

To avoid unnecessary casualties, when the site opens, each family can only select a fixed number of people to enter, and their rank cannot exceed three.

Otherwise, if someone of a higher rank enters, they might destroy the entire site.

After all, no one knows whether a centuries-old site can withstand further damage.

Of course, independent cultivators can also enter, but only in the later batches. The first batch consisted of these people.

So, are you going to agree or not?

Grace held Matthew's hand tightly; she had already decided that if he didn't agree, she wouldn't let go and would cling to him.

Feeling the soft touch against his arm, Matthew was in a panic. He wanted to explore the ruins, but he didn't want to bring his little one along.

"It's too early now, let's talk about it later."

Seeing Matthew about to run away, Grace immediately clung to him.

"No! Answer me now! What do you mean by 'we'll talk about it later'? Do you dare to do it but not admit it?"

Hearing this, Matthew had no words to express his bitterness. Wasn't it you who took the initiative back then?

In the past life, it was usually the girls who suffered in such situations, but in this world, he is a young, strong, handsome, and capable man, so he is the one who suffers.

Seeing that he couldn't shake off Grace, Matthew had no choice but to agree to her request for the time being.

"Okay, I'll go with you then, but can I go first? I really have something to do."

"Hehe, it's a deal then, you can't go back on your word!"

After receiving a reply, Grace suddenly stood on tiptoe and kissed Matthew on the cheek, then made a quick getaway.

The sudden attack caught Matthew off guard, and he wiped his still slightly damp face with his hand.

"This... they're really sticking to me now..."

......

It was already late at night when we got back to the inn.

Luca had been refining the demonic insects for two days straight, and as soon as the two of them returned to their room, they collapsed onto the bed, not wanting to move at all.

"Brother, do you think we won't get retaliated against if we refuse them like this?"

Luca also went to the dinner party today, but he didn't show up, because Matthew was afraid he would be recognized.

They claimed to be discussing cooperation, but in reality, they were just testing the authenticity of the demonic insects.

Moreover, they weren't really there for cooperation; they just wanted the formula for this magical insect.

"It's a minor issue. If they were going to retaliate over something so small, they wouldn't have been sent here to prepare for the site in the first place."

"That's true, but I think we still need to be careful. I've heard that more and more people are coming to Moore City lately."

After Luca finished speaking, he went straight to sleep in Matthew's room, saying it was just in case someone attacked him.

Matthew was both amused and exasperated. Given his current situation, even if someone were to launch a sneak attack, those people would guard the area until they obtained the formula, ensuring nothing went wrong.

With the Bomb Bug reaching level 2, Matthew's pressure lessened somewhat.

It's rare to have a proper rest. Since entering Moor City, I've been either fighting or alchemy, without a single moment of rest.

However, at their level, even if they don't sleep for ten consecutive days, magic will replenish their energy, preventing them from becoming listless.

Looking at the gradually darkening city outside, Matthew took out the magic book.

This was the only thing in this world that gave him hope—the writings of his fellow villager.

Since no one knows who wrote it, there are two possibilities.

One died silently, leaving no trace.

The other one found his way home and left this world.

In Matthew's heart, he actually preferred the second possibility, but reason told him that the first possibility was more likely.

"There was no specific time, no trace, and nobody knows you."

Matthew flipped through the grimoire but couldn't find any information about the author.

But inside this place are recorded methods that no one in the world has ever discovered.

From the generation of magic to its enhancement, it does not rely on magic insects to obtain magic power. Although it cannot use its abilities, it can strengthen the body.

He even suspected that the demonic insects had transformed into magic and the pattern on his chest because he had used the method of the magic book.

This led to the transformation from being controlled by the demonic insects to completely merging and unifying them.

Just as Matthew was preparing to study the grimoire more deeply, a line of words caught his eye, and when he looked at it, he was completely dumbfounded.

In a diary entry documenting the workings of magic, the first word of each line, when read differently, became a complete sentence.

"An acrostic poem?"

Matthew immediately realized what this was—it was a method from his previous life.

"The demonic insects are addictive; only magic power is fundamental. Those without magic power are doomed to die."

That short sentence caused Matthew's brain to freeze instantly. The meaning could be big or small: increasing magic power was the only way to become stronger.

However, it can also be understood that those who directly use magic insects without magic power are just using clumsy pencils.

However, it should be noted that in this world, the vast majority of people first use the demonic insects before the demonic insects are born in their bodies.

People like him, who extract all the magic and then cultivate the magical insects only after generating their own magical power, are extremely rare.

Looking at Luca sleeping soundly on his bed, Matthew speculated that this view was very likely correct, but it had not been circulated.

Otherwise, Lumir wouldn't have allowed Luca to generate magic power before using the magic insect.

It is conceivable that once this viewpoint is spread, it will set off a frenzy.

"No, it's very likely that it has already been discovered, but the method is controlled by those at higher levels and is not being passed on."

He didn't believe that in a world that relied on magical insects, no one would research these things.

Meanwhile, Matthew discovered that the more he studied the grimoire, the more he uncovered a large number of acrostic poems and random combinations of characters.

I was deeply shaken.

"Why were these demonic insects born, and how were they born? They were probably alien insects corrupted and infected by magic."

"Increasing one's own magic power is the only way to become stronger. Those who rely on magic insects to advance will be no different from ordinary people once they lose their magic insects or the magic insects become ineffective."

The further Matthew read, the more he realized that the person who wrote this grimoire must have been a great researcher.

An outsider has actually studied the magic insect magic system so thoroughly.

His breathing became heavier involuntarily after he turned to a new chapter.

The title is written in large characters without any hidden elements, not even acrostic or gibberish, because the title is written upside down!

"The French side's power magic rises."