The Alchemist's Guide to Flesh and Blood Ascension

This question lingered in the minds of Yunevo and Iseria—indeed, the calling Iseria felt, and the way the commoners reacted upon seeing Yunevo…

And that contact person... it's like the saying "the mountains are high and the emperor is far away," no one can guarantee that he won't be caught between the church and Lao Liu.

Ultimately, Eunice Vu chose to stick to his own opinion.

Those things were half true and half false; after all, profit is the best glue. But regarding the "golden trade route," there are deeper reasons behind the residents' behavior...

All of this was kept secret by the contact person.

He needed more information, even if there were conflicting accounts, as long as those differing historical legends all pointed to the same thing...

Then there must be a logically sound reasoning that can be explained.

"Iseria, I think... we might have to visit a few more taverns," Yunevo sighed, turning to look at the girl beside him.

"It's okay~" the girl smiled.

The two then began moving between several more taverns in the slums of Zelhalan.

Names like "Thirsty Lungs," "Sand Left Over from a Dry Well," and even "The Last Glow of Doomsday"... each one more depressing than the last.

Yoniv did not actively exchange money for information again; he had already revealed enough... any more would exceed the threshold of "not flaunting wealth."

Like a seasoned drinker, he held a roll of "cigarette" filled with dried tobacco leaves between his fingers, while his other hand swirled a ceramic cup of cactus wine.

I neither smoked nor drank; I simply listened quietly to the ramblings of those old drunkards on the verge of dehydration.

Therefore, at the "Thirsty Lungs" tavern, he learned that the crates of blood-red sand still emitted a heartbeat...

In the latter two taverns, some say that the desert at the end will suck blood and grind travelers into withered bones... others say that the "sun" is buried there.

It was that "sun" that burned away the oasis, yet also saved Zelharan from being swallowed by quicksand.

Fragments of information churned in the black-robed alchemist's mind, like a tangled mess of threads being gradually untangled and twisted together...

royalty and the church, the sunken sun, the eternal caravan, and a word mentioned by all the drinkers—"unfinished business."

Just as Eunice and Iseria returned to their cold, underground cave room at the inn, these speculations finally coalesced into a complete "physical form" on a piece of paper.

The legendary "it" is not the god of the oasis, but a guardian whose life was filled with regret and obsession, which corresponds to the title of "guardian god".

Just then, the long-absent system notification sound suddenly rang out.

Organ Name: [Unquenchable Firewood]

Type: Legend

Replaceable part: Heart

Active skills:

【Dry Sand and Exhausted Blood】: During organ activation, even in a place without sand, you can still unleash a "cursed" sandstorm to deprive life and heal yourself.

【Sandstorm of Devouring Heaven】: During organ activation, you can completely transform yourself into sand, becoming a sandstorm powerful enough to annihilate most creatures.

Passive skill:

[Unfulfilled Ambition]: During organ activation, your defense is greatly reduced, while your attack is greatly increased.

Note: This organ can also be implanted into the body without replacing other existing organs and without occupying rejection capacity.

"Unquenchable firewood...?" Yunefu stared intently at the semi-transparent card in the system encyclopedia.

The card contained a dark gold, heart-shaped mass of sand, with tiny grains of sand coming from the void and falling as it pulsated slightly.

Of all the cards he had ever collected, he was certain that this [Unquenchable Firewood] would never appear on any of them.

The system had pushed detailed information about the monster's organs to him more than once or twice, but each time the timing... was after he had come into contact with the actual object.

Substantive contact or witnessing is necessary before relevant data can be obtained.

As for Yonivo himself... he didn't even know if this organ existed at all, so how could he get the system to record it based on such nonsense? It's a joke.

Moreover, the description of this skill is too perfect, frighteningly precise...

It appeared out of thin air, but why did the system, as if it knew this beforehand, record it?

Where did the system get this data from?

The skill name, "Unfulfilled Ambition," is exactly the same as what those drinkers were talking about.

But this thing can refer to a lot of things.

What exactly is left unfinished? Yunevo cast his gaze into the dark night of the desert, looking at the few blurry stars that were faintly visible behind the clouds.

Having lived this long, he has come to understand a principle deeply.

Something too good, if it doesn't belong to you... will inevitably come at a very high price.

Even more seriously, the system did not issue a notification sound indicating that "the new organ has been added to the atlas"...

There are just too many suspicious points.

Well, at least so far... it hasn't shown any disadvantage to me, but I'll still have to be careful in the future.

"Your eyes..." Iseria touched Yunefu's forehead, somewhat puzzled, "Is it some kind of curse from that sand armor that's acting up?"

"No...it's alright, Iseria, I'm fine," Yunevo shook his head, forcing himself to calm down.

He came to his senses, looked at Iseria's clear, sky-blue eyes, and then at his own hands, stained with countless drops of blood.

So, is this damned sense of "fate" leading him to personally piece together a "god" that can destroy or bring new life to Zelharan?

"Rest for the night, and tomorrow... we'll piece these pieces of information together more closely," Yunevo said, scratching his head in frustration as he looked at the Morse Desert, which had suddenly turned cold.

"Hey, but the storyline... is already quite clear, isn't it?" Iseria asked, puzzled. She leaned her head closer to the "draft" and looked at it over and over again.

"Iseria, in this story, every character is a living, breathing person in history. They are three-dimensional, and I don't think just saying that is enough."

Ionevoy drew more circles under the protagonist's "roots" and marked it with a "question mark" on one side.

"Just like doing something requires motivation, a core driving force... the background and consequences of this real 'legend,' and even the life stories of each main character, need to be thoroughly understood."

Yunevo placed the charcoal pencil flat on the table and looked at Iseria, who seemed to be deep in thought.

"Hmm...that's true. Only by having more information can we better understand the uncertainties of the future, right?" Iseria pondered.

"Smart, quick to understand."

"hey-hey……"