The Alchemist's Guide to Flesh and Blood Ascension

The frogman elder stood right in the center of the frog swarm, in a position where he could see Yunefu's return immediately, and he trembled all over.

Its murky eyes stared at the figure in the "diving suit" on the water's surface, then at the package that had also surfaced behind him.

Then, a shocking thought flashed through the old frogman's mind—the bone and tooth necklace didn't need to be carried in this way at all, could it be...?

"Give me a hand," Yonivore's breathing was unusually steady. He stretched out his right hand toward the frogman on the shore, while his left hand remained gripping the lifeline behind him that led to the "package."

Tap, tap...

The alchemist exuded a stench that had accumulated over decades from the depths of the "Great Swamp," but none of the frogmen retreated; instead, they surrounded him even more tightly.

The former slowly unwrapped the tightly sealed waterproof cloth, revealing a section of white bone inside.

"Swimming, 'swimmer'...right?" Lang Lige Lang struggled forward a few steps before finally making out the frogman's skeleton with his cloudy eyes.

Several broken ribs, the piercing marks left by the harpoon on the skull, and the string of...

Bone and tooth necklace.

The previous frogman leader emerged from the bottom of that deadly "swamp." Some of the older frogmen steadied themselves and lifted the light skeleton with tremendous force, placing it far from the shore.

Although the young frogmen had never seen the "swimmer," they grew up living under its legend and were quite familiar with it.

After quickly settling the remains of the "swimmer," the frogmen unanimously returned and continued to surround Yunevo, who had already removed his equipment, their eyes filled with fervor.

A young frogman stared at the skeleton, its gaze sweeping over the "scars" as if wanting to touch them but hesitant to do so. Finally, its eyes fell on the black-robed figure among the frogs, and a childish voice rang out: "Alchemist... how did you do that?"

Yunevo didn't speak, but just watched Langliglang holding the bone necklace in his hand and raising it high.

"Fellow countrymen!" it choked up, but its voice was stronger than ever before, "We owed the 'Swimmers' more than a decade, we owed the heroes something for more than a decade... and the alchemist has paid it back for us."

The old frogman frantically wiped the sticky liquid from the corners of his eyes, took a deep breath, and looked at each frogman present. "Earlier... some restless little frogs asked when we would fight back."

"The old frog didn't say, because the old frog didn't know either..."

"But now the old frog knows, the old frog knows who to fight back with when it's time to fight."

Its cloudy eyes looked at Yunevo, as if it wanted to etch this figure into the history of the frogmen.

"We'll fight back alongside the alchemists!"

Langligelang held the bone and tooth necklace in his hands and slowly handed it over...

The latter quickly found the frogman leader Wave in the swarm of frogs, and then took the necklace and handed it over to the true person who should inherit this "will".

The waves remained silent, but swore their allegiance with the most sincere ceremony among the frogmen.

One croak, then two croaks.

Ups and downs, chaotic... but deafening!

This is the moment when the frogmen stake the fate of their entire race!

Yoniv pressed his hands down gently, the noise vanished in an instant, and then he slowly said, "Seven days later... a team of white-robed men will come in from the west. I only need the frogmen to do one thing."

"Listen to the command, then slaughter them until they flee in disarray."

……

In the middle layer of the "Root," among the "beehives" hanging on the wall, two alchemists stood facing each other.

"We've heard about your deeds for a while now..." Mok, the guild leader of the remnants of the alchemist clan, pushed up his cracked crystal glasses. "It's not just about retrieving items from the 'Great Swamp,' but also about what you did in Hart City long before that."

Yune leaned against the railing, tacitly agreeing to the contents. His gaze remained fixed on the tireless alchemists—arguing fiercely over a blueprint, yet the next moment they were arm in arm designing parts.

"The formula you modified has been put into mass production. Before, we would waste three portions of raw materials for every batch we made, but now it's about 80% successful," Moke continued, following the former's gaze.

He then pulled out a palm-sized metal device from his pocket and handed it to Younevo. "This is a miniature model of a water purifier designed according to your ideas, and the actual product has already been put into use... with remarkable results."

"A bit rough," the black-robed alchemist said, looking at the rough welds that were still dripping water. "There's room for improvement. 'Root' still has a strong potential for sustainable development."

Moke coughed twice, the middle-aged man quietly spitting out a mouthful of bloody saliva before turning his head to ask, "You... helped us change the formula, made a water purifier, and even opened a pharmacy that hardly ever charges money."

"What are you after? As far as I know... you could be living hundreds of times better in Stamock than you are these days."

"What do you think those alchemists who were assassinated by the Church during the Second Purge for upholding 'truth' were after?"

"Okay, okay..." Moke smiled, with regret and relief... even a barely perceptible sense of satisfaction. "I'll show you something."

He pressed buttons hidden in the shadows on several operating machines, and the sound of pistons echoed throughout the room.

Then, a spiral staircase leading straight down came into view.

"This was built by the first alchemists who hid in 'Root'..." Mok explained. "At that time, Hart City was in the midst of a great purge, and our people were like dogs with their tails between their legs, forced to jump into the stinking ditch one by one."

After circling around for about seven or eight times, Ionevo finally saw the underground "basement" of about fifty square meters. The walls around it shone with a cool silver light, and yellowed and brand-new blueprints were hanging on them.

In the very center, on a huge workbench, lay a pile of gears, several bearings, a semi-circular spherical shell... and blueprints pressed underneath.

"These were left behind by the first group of people, and they're said to be the most precious things..." Moke walked up to the workbench, not daring to touch the parts whose surfaces were covered with a thin layer of dust.

Yonivo also walked over, picked up the unfolded blueprint, and glanced at the complex mechanical structure above—a multi-stage turbine with precise dimensions and material requirements marked on each stage.

The most conspicuous feature is the energy conversion device at the core, which is densely covered with conversion runes, with a few brief annotations beside it...

At that moment, a system notification sound rang out!

[Organ detected: Alchemy Turbine Engine]