The Alchemist's Guide to Flesh and Blood Ascension

In the "Heisenberg" laboratory, Yunevo was staring at a map of the underground distribution of Starmoke, looking worried—the location where the "Colossus of Justice" was sealed beneath the school history museum was at least the intersection of three elemental veins.

If this isn't handled properly... he can't afford to pay for the construction of the school history museum, not to mention the possibility that the entire magic supply of Starmoke might be affected.

"This is so troublesome..."

The door behind him was suddenly pushed open, and Iseria threw herself into Yunevo's arms, her eyes red-rimmed.

"They...they're all talking about you, I...I really can't stand it anymore."

"Oh...that matter, wipe your tears first," Yunevo handed over a few tissues, while Iseria was also trying to calm herself down.

"In alchemical reactions, the reaction rate is related to the concentration of reactants and also to the catalyst, right?"

Iseria sniffed and looked at Yunevo with a puzzled expression.

"I promised you... and now's the chance to shut them up in one go," Yunev shook his communication crystal, Marcus's message still flashing on it.

"Look, Marcus is even more anxious than you. He's called me at least a dozen times these past few days. Don't worry, I've already prepared the manuscript," he said, pulling a manuscript out of his drawer.

The Possibility of Breaking Magic-Suppressing Restrictions from an Alchemical Perspective

Iselia looked at the title, then at Yonivo's calm profile, and suddenly burst into laughter through her tears, her tone gradually becoming lighter.

"Then...do you need my help?"

"Remember to take good notes... There will be quizzes after class, and if you can't answer them, your cream jelly quota will be reduced."

……

News of Marcus Palamere's "sudden illness" spread like wildfire within the Tuss College.

When this highly respected professor was talking about "the application of heterogeneous catalysis in magical purification"... he suddenly turned pale and clutched his chest.

He then announced the suspension of the class in a trembling voice, and then hurriedly left with the help of the teaching assistant.

"I heard that Professor Marcus has recently had several arguments with conservatives over Iseria's report..."

"Could it be Professor Lorenz...?"

"Don't talk nonsense! However, Professor Marcus is indeed getting old..."

Aside from the person involved, no one would have guessed that in the "Heisenberg" laboratory, Marcus was leisurely drinking a newly concocted herbal tea by Eunice, his face rosy and his eyes bright.

"Sigh... It's been so many years since I've acted like this," he murmured, blowing on his tea, taking a sip.

"Hope everything goes well..."

Iseria deliberately sat separately from Yonivore—because Yonivore said he would give the students attending the lecture a large one.

So she had no choice but to sit in the third aisle row with her heavy reference books—not too far, not too close, just enough to see the podium, but not too conspicuous.

Meanwhile, Ionevoy, dressed in a white robe, was sitting in the last row, chatting animatedly with many third-year apprentices.

"Isn't Professor Marcus sick? Who's covering this class?"

"I don't know, it seems to be that teaching assistant who hasn't attended a single class."

"Teaching assistant? Isn't that the teaching assistant who helped Marcus leave?"

"I heard there's also a teaching assistant who never audits classes... Professor Marcus is really something, not expelling that guy."

"There's no other way, I'll just treat it as a casual lesson. I don't expect that guy who hasn't shown up yet to say anything good."

Yonivore was listening intently when the school bell rang so quickly. He let out a sigh of relief and left his seat on the far side.

"Hey bro, class's already started...where are you headed?"

"Go to class," Eunice said, walking up to the podium without looking back, leaving the students looking at each other in bewilderment.

Oh no! They're talking badly about the teaching assistant right in front of him?

Younefu took in the hundreds of eyes filled with different emotions below the stage. He cleared his throat and spoke calmly.

"I am Yunevo Thor, and today I have been entrusted by Professor Marcus to teach you the course 'Principles and Applications of Advanced Potions' on his behalf."

A suppressed commotion arose from the audience, but it was quickly quelled by Eunice.

"Silence! We're not going to talk about potions today, we're going to talk about something fun..."

He turned around and wrote the title on the blackboard.

On the Possibility of Mages Breaking the Restriction of Magic Bans

The moment the title was written... the entire lecture hall fell into a brief silence, which was then followed by an even greater commotion.

"A ban on magic? What nonsense is he spouting?"

"Isn't this Potions class?!"

Iseria, sitting in the third row, straightened her back and gripped her quill pen tightly—although Yunev had told her that the start of this class would be a little special, she still hadn't expected it to be this special.

Ignoring the discussions below, Yunevo turned around, picked up the chalk, and smoothly drew a simple alchemy array model on the blackboard.

"In conventional understanding, anti-magic stones achieve their anti-magic effect by inhibiting the 'guidance of magic power to the source of magic,' and the average range affected by them is also known as the 'anti-magic field.'"

"Under the ban on magic, mages implicitly acknowledge that magic is restricted... but is it 'unusable' or 'difficult to use'?"

"Let's have a discussion..."

The crowd below the stage was polarized. The discussion lasted for about five minutes before the user of the Tide spell, Tedes Cole, raised his hand.

"It's difficult to use. I once encountered bandits carrying fragments of anti-magic stones during my training at the border... Low-level spells were completely ineffective, but I still managed to use [Tidal Whirlwind Blade]..."

"Although the effect was minimal, it was enough to cut off those people's throats," he said, looking down at his palm with a hint of doubt in his voice.

"Because the anti-magic stone cannot eliminate the source of magic itself, nor can it completely prevent the source of magic from passing through freely."

The audience erupted in commotion, but they couldn't help but straighten their backs and show a hint of curiosity.

"Let's skip the discussion about how to cast the spell and go straight to... how to 'crush' it."

This time, even the impatient students fell silent—if what Ionevoy was about to say was all rubbish, they would just treat it as a joke.

"I'm sure you all bought balloons when you were kids, and you've seen how they deflate after a few days."

"The outer shell of the balloon is like the edge of the anti-magic field, responsible for 'blocking' and 'binding' the flow of air, but this is not perfect, it will still leak air."

"What if we keep inflating it? The balloon will burst, without a doubt..."

Yonivore precisely tossed the chalk into the chalk box on the podium, making a crisp sound.

"So, here's the question..." He stepped down from the podium and paced back and forth under the gaze of hundreds of people.

Can an anti-magic field be "inflated"? Or, to put it another way, is there a limit to the pressure that can be applied to it?

He glanced around the classroom, his gaze sweeping over faces filled with doubt, contemplation, or utter disbelief, until his eyes inadvertently met those of a man in the corner—Ryan Jeter, a loyal customer of the Heisenberg Pharmacy who frequented the store.

The teaching assistant... is that the owner of the "Heisenberg" pharmacy?!

Ryan was initially a little confused, after all, the black-robed boss rarely showed his face - he spent most of his time playing the "corpse" on the recliner, and his impression of his face was somewhat vague.

Then he saw Iseria in the third row, and met Yunevo's calm yet terrifying gaze... The two figures gradually overlapped.

The teaching assistant is the owner of the "Heisenberg" pharmacy!

He excitedly pinched his deskmate, and a silent commotion slowly spread...