The Alchemist's Guide to Flesh and Blood Ascension

For Hart City, this was just an ordinary rainstorm.

When the rainwater rushes into the deliberately left-open drainage ditch, the air around the entire surface becomes much clearer.

To be precise... what was once the entire "root" of the drainage system is now in a "semi-abandoned state".

It is not maintained, only used.

Uriel knew that the situation below was very complicated, but he didn't have the time or energy to investigate or remember it. His mind and the focus of the entire church were basically on the "objectification of God" plan.

They were just a few remnants of a defeated army, barely clinging to life. The "rat-catching" plan was enough to put them in an environment of slow death.

Just like this foul, murky water, teeming with filth and remnants of holy light, raging within the "roots"...

It makes every creature living underground tremble with fear.

"Yonev, the water... is rising," Iseria, who hadn't fallen asleep yet, sat up. She felt that the ether in the air was conveying some unsettling emotions—fear.

The black-robed alchemist rolled off the bed, slipped into his leather boots, and looked out of the pipe, only to find everything was fine.

"Flooding? Let's go take a look," he said, somewhat puzzled, since the [Root of the Sand Sea]'s perception had largely disappeared after leaving Morse.

slap... slap...

The water outside was already above his ankles, and he thought of the short, fat ratman who had not yet returned.

"Sixth Brother!" Yunefu turned around and exchanged a glance with Iseria before following the path he remembered.

But... the sight before him sent a chill down the spine of this alchemist who was used to grand occasions.

The once orderly rest area has now become a "lake" filled with floating corpses and debris, emitting a foul stench. On the other side of the shore, Lao Liu, along with several rat-men, is struggling to rescue those in distress amidst the ever-rising water.

"Guys, listen to us! Save the people first, then the ledger. We can always earn more money!" the short, fat ratman shouted.

"Hey! Brother Yunevo, what brings you out here!" it shouted at the two from the other end, its body soaking wet. "Go back, go back! The water won't reach our luxury suite!"

"Iseria, you should go back first..." The black-robed alchemist stood there, instructing the pale-haired girl behind him.

"Eh? I..." The girl's gaze lingered hesitantly, shifting back and forth between the floating corpses and Yunefu. Finally, she pursed her lips and said, "Don't catch a cold. I'll wait for you."

Yunefu nodded, looked at the sixth brother, and asked loudly, "Sixth brother, you know my temperament! So don't give me that nonsense, what can I do to help?"

"Residential District Three, Brother Yunevo! The pipes in that area broke first, and I'm afraid everyone is going to be swept into the reservoir!" The gray-white ratman shook off the water, plucked a water droplet from his beard, and screamed loudly.

Without another word, Yunefu activated [Swift Rush], leaving a trail of afterimages on the narrow, slippery road.

The wailing arrived before the hellish scene, by the time the black-robed alchemist reached the scene…

The large boilers used for heating had become sealed instruments of torture. Some rat-men didn't even have time to cry for help before their lungs and tracheas were filled with murky water, and they were silenced.

A rat-man cub screamed as it fell from its cylindrical "home," its still-soft claws desperately scratching at the slippery pipe walls before being instantly crushed by the surging black vortex below.

Yonivore's heart skipped a beat, but he couldn't reach out to help... If he didn't fill that damned pipe, the "helplessness" here would only increase!

He activated his [Spiritual Vision], his gaze piercing through layers of iron walls, looking directly at the drainage valves behind them—the three main drainage valves that should have been open.

This was a murder.

The drain valve was tightly sealed by several layers of thick holy light barriers, and behind those barriers... there were even damned anti-magic stones and solidified glue!

"Floods! More floods!" a belatedly aware ratman screamed.

In their memory, Hart City's drainage system had never been so precarious.

Until the previous "siege" against the alchemist, until the ratmen's crucial cover, until the "rat-catching" plan was launched.

The laborers who were clearing the silt disappeared, and the pipe repairman was kidnapped under some pretext...

In a sense, this disaster was also a "aftereffect" left behind by the black-robed alchemist.

Yune's hand, resting on the drain valve, trembled. He could picture the "laughing and joking" under the dazzling golden light, and the mockery of those white-robed men—daring to defy the gods? They're courting death.

But this is the path that the black-robed alchemist is taking!

Did those people in white robes think that by using magic to restrict the valve... they had blocked the water?

The flow of water is due to the difference in elevation, to gravity, to an ancient and unchanging law that predates magic.

Yunevo took out a tuning fork and used the [Root of the Sand Sea] to sense the vibration frequency behind the valve.

All he had to do was make the gel, or the anti-magic stone, crack open.

The rest...

The water will naturally be resolved in an instant.

However, the "butterfly effect" brought about by this flood will not diminish.

Like those children curled up against the cold tube walls, struggling to maintain their balance, running a high fever, and convulsing uncontrollably...

Like water slowly evaporating... those who then have to spend time and effort repairing their "dwellings".

"Brother Yunevo, do you think we're really doomed?" Old Six, who had somehow arrived with his rescue team, had his monocle, which had been hanging on his head, fallen into the water. "Those holy lights, we can't even break through them with a hammer..."

"If you can't break it with a hammer, then shoot it with a gun, bombard it with cannons..." Yunevo looked at the bottomless, murky lake. "Save people first."

He rolled up his sleeves, plunged into the icy, muddy water, scooped up a struggling little mouse-man with one hand, gripped a horizontal bar tightly with the other, and precisely tossed it toward the rescue team on the shore.

"Brother Yunevo!" the sixth brother cried out. Although he knew that this black-robed alchemist had remarkable abilities, he still couldn't put his mind at ease.

I can't let go of that guy I've invested most of my life in.

The next moment, a blue-white stream of light burst forth from the turbid vortex, creating a gust of air that blew the black-robed alchemist back to the shore...

Iseria has arrived.

Or perhaps, she's always been there...

After giving instructions to Yonivore, the pale-haired girl who had watched him go to the rescue turned around and went to another residential area where the situation was urgent.

She glared at Yonivore, who was soaking wet, but stuck out her tongue somewhat embarrassedly.

"I think... I can also be like you, rewriting more people's stories into the 'future'?"