This necromancer is going to seduce the beautiful girls who are already dead.

The first thing Rebecca did upon regaining consciousness was to look for the Abyss beside her, but she couldn't find it. Now she was all alone.

Rebecca was very disappointed not to see the Abyss. Perhaps the Abyss couldn't accompany her through time, so she was all alone now.

"Where is this..." Rebecca perked up and looked around.

Upon seeing this, she couldn't help but slightly open her mouth.

She knew this place well, more than she knew it. This was Lavoisier from over forty years ago—the characteristic streets of Lavoisier, the pervasive smell of potions, the unrenovated buildings, and the gang members coming and going—this familiar place had been buried deep in Rebecca's memory for a long time.

"Did I really travel back in time?" Rebecca looked down at her hands, but she hadn't returned to her child form; she hadn't returned to her body from that point in time.

So, what time is it now?

Rebecca wanted to verify her current point in time, so she headed towards a place she least wanted to go—the street that had been burned down by gang warfare.

Along the way, she saw many pedestrians on the street, all wearing clothes from more than forty years ago—truly people from that era. Strangely, no one noticed Rebecca, as if she hadn't appeared in front of them at all.

Rebecca tried to touch the people passing by, but she seemed to be restricted by something, and as soon as a passerby walked by, she would reflexively pull her hand back and not touch them.

Since that's the case, Rebecca won't dwell on this point. She continues walking through Lavoisier according to her memory until she comes to a street.

"Phew...it seems to be before that incident happened." Rebecca saw the intact buildings on both sides of the street and immediately knew that this place had not yet been burned down due to the gang war.

So, what needs to be done next is quite obvious.

Rebecca immediately turned around and started walking towards her home.

Now, the priority is to hurry home, find your past self, either stop yourself from selling the potion, or, if you have already sold the potion, forcibly take the potion recipe from the gang members and make them all forget about it.

However, after taking only a few steps, she seemed to be restricted by something, and her steps uncontrollably moved in another direction.

"How could this be?" Rebecca was somewhat flustered. She had thought that as long as she went back in time and did what she needed to do, she could change the past and eliminate her inner demons, but what did this restriction mean?

Could it be that the Abyss spell has some flaws?

Or is it that I can't meet my past self?

Rebecca tried to walk home several more times, but although she was conscious, she could not effectively control her legs and each time they would automatically turn in another direction.

"Where are we going...?" Rebecca suddenly realized that she seemed to be turning in one direction every time she turned. She decided to go with the flow and see where she was being led.

Chapter 228 Rebecca's Sights and Hearings

This guiding power is truly wondrous.

Rebecca didn't want to go in that direction at first, but she had to follow the guiding force and turn in that specific direction. Once she followed this force, she felt a very peaceful feeling in her heart, as if Rebecca's time travel was to go to that place.

Since that's the case, we might as well go and see for ourselves.

The Abyss had certainly taken safety into account, and although Rebecca was now nearly fifty years in the past, she still trusted that the Abyss wouldn't put her in danger. If there really was danger, the cautious Abyss would definitely have told her before she returned.

So Rebecca walked in that direction.

The sense of harmony in her heart grew stronger with each step, and an incredible change occurred around her: time stood still, all the pedestrians around her stopped moving, and even the birds in the sky stopped flapping their wings and remained suspended in that spot.

The useless magic that Abyss had previously acquired from those ancient mages came in handy at this moment. Even though time had been frozen, Rebecca could still move freely in the still air. Her pace quickened, and she soon reached a corner of Lavoisier.

“Where is this…” Rebecca looked around at the surroundings, which were densely packed with small houses. It was nighttime, close to bedtime. In other parts of Lavoisier, all kinds of potion lamps would be lit, but here it was already dark, with only a few houses burning dim oil lamps—they couldn’t afford the more expensive potion lamps.

Rebecca hadn't been to this place much before. It was one of the slums of Lavoisier, where many poor people lived, owning small houses with walls and ceilings that barely held up against the wind and rain. They worked during the day to earn meager wages and rested here at night to relieve the day's fatigue.

Rebecca had been pampered since childhood, and after her talent for potions became apparent, she had never lacked money. Although she was considerate of ordinary people, she rarely went to places like this. She had heard about the lives of the poor, but she had never investigated them in person like this.

Just as Rebecca was wondering why she had come here, her feet had already carried her into a small house.

Time resumed its flow at this moment, and the scene inside the house was presented to Rebecca.

"Here, drink this." A woman wearing a patched coat held a small bowl and faced a little girl on a small bed in the room, urging her to drink the medicine in the bowl.

"Mommy, this medicine is so bitter. Can I not drink it today?" The little girl blinked her large, thin eyes and looked at her mother, pleading softly.

“My dear Milia, your mother would love for you to drink a better-tasting potion, but this one is cheap and effective. It’s the best medicine I can buy for you,” the woman sighed helplessly as she spoke to the little girl. “It’s bitter, but it can save your life. Think about it, after drinking this potion for a month, don’t you cough much less and stop spitting blood?”

"Hmm..." The little girl nodded, then opened her mouth, allowing her mother to feed her the potion from the bowl.

Almost all children hate bitter medicine, and this little girl was no exception. Her expression was painful when she drank the medicine, but after her mother fed her a glass of water, her expression gradually returned to calm, and her complexion became much rosier.

"How are you feeling? Aren't you much better?" the woman asked her daughter with affection.

"Yes, I'll drink it every day from now on. When I get better, I can help my mom with chores and won't be a burden anymore," the little girl nodded.

It seemed to be an ordinary evening for this single-parent family, with the mother treating her daughter's severe lung disease with a cheap, unpalatable but highly effective potion, and things were moving in a positive direction.

Rebecca, however, recognized the potion in the mother's bowl.

This is a potion she invented before, with cough-suppressing and body-repairing properties; it was part of her game. The potion is quite effective, but because some ingredients in the recipe affect its properties, the taste couldn't be optimized, making it extremely unpleasant to drink. Rebecca herself vomited when she drank it.

So, Rebecca later sold the potion recipe to a small potion maker at a low price and never looked into it again.

Unexpectedly, this potion, which Rebecca so scorned, has now become the savior of this little family. The lung disease that might have killed the child in bed is now being slowly cured, allowing her to grow up like other children and relieving her weary mother of so much worry.

Time stood still once again, and the mother and daughter who were smiling at each other were frozen in place, like two sculptures.

Rebecca, once again guided by that inexplicable feeling, left the place.

Her pace quickened considerably; though her feet were merely walking, the scenery around her changed rapidly. She soon left Lavoisier and arrived in another city in the Eastern Empire.

This time, she arrived at a mansion in the city. It was the residence of the local nobility.

The scene before me was the owner of this mansion, a local nobleman, drinking about five or six milliliters of orange potion from a small, transparent glass bottle.

"Phew... This Onag brand Dream Potion is amazing! With this, I don't have nightmares anymore, and I can dream about my favorite football matches every day." The nobleman drank the potion, smacked his lips in satisfaction, and said to his wife on the bed beside him.

“Your complexion has indeed improved a lot recently, but have you been drinking the prescribed dosage?” the wife in bed said. “Drinking too much can have side effects.”

“Of course I took it strictly according to the instructions. I’m not stupid.” The nobleman rolled his eyes at his wife.

Before the scene was over, Rebecca's feet started moving on their own again. She quickly left the mansion, passed directly through the wall, and arrived at a dirty and chaotic area of ​​the city.

In a small alley, Rebecca stopped. Before her sat a boy leaning against the wall. He had a satisfied smile on his face, but his breathing was erratic, his heart was pounding, and his pulse was visible on his neck.

Scattered around him were several bottles, the very same potion the nobleman had just drunk to soothe his nerves and induce sweet dreams.

The boy had ingested several times the recommended dose and was now immersed in a blissful illusion. Unbeknownst to him, his body temperature was rapidly dropping, his bodily functions were gradually ceasing, and he was about to die.

Rebecca covered her mouth; she couldn't stop the boy and could only watch him die.

Why did she come to a place like this? Did the guiding force want her to see something?

Chapter 229 What if the formula doesn't sell?

Rebecca, being an expert, was naturally familiar with the potion the boy was holding.

Oneg's Dream Elixir is a new type of sleep-aiding potion developed by another outstanding alchemist. This potion gained popularity among many people suffering from insomnia and excessive dreaming as soon as it hit the market. While not cheap, it's not expensive either, making it affordable for most well-off families. Simply drink one bottle before bed each night for a restful night's sleep, and even those with excessive dreaming will find their dreams transformed into pleasant and comfortable ones.

This drug has an excellent reputation and is known as a boon for those who have trouble sleeping. As long as it is taken according to the dosage, it will not cause much harm to the body.

Rebecca never imagined that such a potion, seemingly created for beauty and happiness, could lead to such a tragedy.

The boy's behavior clearly reveals his past: excessive consumption of Dream Elixir caused the potion's effects to multiply, rapidly inducing a state of sleep and allowing him to experience unforgettable dreams. The side effect of this was that the potion's toxicity and hypnotic effects also multiplied, leading to organ failure, brain and heart arrest, and ultimately, death from the false pleasure woven by the potion.

Before the boy had even died, Rebecca's legs began to move again.

As she walked through the walls and time flowed abnormally, the scene before her changed rapidly, and more facts were laid out before Rebecca.

A soft rubber toy that Rebecca had casually sold before, meant to be chewed, was taken out of a boy's mouth and stuck to the wall, temporarily holding up a collapsing wooden frame. This bought him time to shout loudly, saving two workers below who were completely unaware of the situation.

Rebecca never sold a potion she considered a failure—a potion that lowers body temperature after consumption—but somehow it was copied and sold on the black market in the southern part of the Eastern Empire. In the extreme heat of that region, it became a favorite cooling drink for some.

Then, time suddenly flew by at an uncontrollable speed, and before long, Rebecca was back in Lavoisier. She was back on that street she could never forget—a street with very obvious signs of reconstruction, and some buildings even had blackened areas—the fire had ended quite some time ago.

"Huh? What's going on..."

Rebecca was greatly surprised. She had thought that by going back in time, she could prevent this tragedy from happening. However, the uncontrollable passage of time caused her to completely miss this opportunity to change the past.

Or rather, Rebecca never had the chance to change the past from the beginning; all she could do was watch everything that happened here. She couldn't touch anyone here, and no one could even notice her existence. She was just a passerby, browsing through history from a first-person perspective.

She wasn't sad; instead, she fell into deep thought.

If history cannot be changed, then her visit here must have its significance.

Just then, she found herself on the rooftop of a house. As she stepped onto the rooftop, the aroma of wine and food wafted into her nose.

"Drink!" Two gang members who looked to be of decent status were sitting on the edge of the rooftop drinking strong liquor. Next to them was a stack of flatbreads and a few pieces of succulent, tender beef on a plate. It seemed that the two were enjoying a simple feast with the gentle breeze blowing on them from the rooftop.

"This street has been rebuilt quite well in the last two years. The Grey Wolf Gang has really gotten out of Lavoisier. Their future looks bright," a gang member said with satisfaction, rolling up a piece of beef in a pancake and taking a bite.

“That’s all thanks to Miss Rebecca’s potions. Oh, and of course, the mad alchemist the boss hired. It was a real shame he burned himself to death in his experiments last year,” another gang member nodded.

Rebecca felt a pang of pain in her heart upon hearing this. She knew who these two people were; they were the gang that had bought her potion formula, illegally modified it, and then set it on fire. These two were still reminiscing about the past glory of their gang.

If Rebecca could access people from her past right now, she would definitely rush up and give those two a good beating. However, that's just wishful thinking now. There's nothing she can do, and she can't leave this place. She can only stay here and listen to the two of them drinking and having fun while talking about things she least wants to remember.

"By the way, you were the one who picked out the potion recipe back then, weren't you? How did your subordinate manage to get the recipe from Miss Rebecca?"

"Hey, what's there to say? No matter how talented Miss Rebecca is, she's still just a kid. I specifically chose a short, chubby guy who looks very kind, then brought him a sufficiently generous reward, and with a little persuasion, I got him all set in one go."

"After that, the boss rewarded you with a lot of money."

“Money is just an external thing. You have no idea how much pressure I was under back then. The boss asked me to find a way to drive the Gray Wolf Gang away. He gave me a month. If I didn’t finish, I would be demoted to a regular gang member. My beautiful wife would definitely not stay with me then, and I would have nothing left. When you’re under a lot of pressure, your mind naturally becomes sharp.”

"By the way, if Miss Rebecca hadn't sold you the formula back then, did you have any backup plans?"

"Of course I did! A grown man can't be killed by holding his pee, can he? I was even prepared to buy a batch of bombs. If Miss Rebecca didn't sell me that potion, I would have blew this street flat. That would have dealt a heavy blow to the Grey Wolf Gang, since their base is right here."

"Holy crap, a bomb! Flattening this street would be horrific; nobody's going to survive!"

"Yes, but that was a poor choice, not really appropriate. Driving the Grey Wolves away was actually to take over their territory. If we completely destroyed their territory, we would have to spend time helping them rebuild. Miss Rebecca's potions are much better. I heard from that mad alchemist that her formula is perfect, and even the burning time of the potions can be controlled. That's why the arson only burned two rows of houses instead of spreading to the whole city."

Rebecca was completely stunned when she heard this. For so many years, she had been trapped in a vortex of self-blame, always feeling that the fire was her fault, but subconsciously ignoring why the gang had set the fire back then.

Even without her potion, this gang would use extreme measures to drive out the rival gang, and would use even more brutal bombs to achieve this goal.

Therefore, even if Rebecca could stop her past self from selling the formula to gang members, she couldn't prevent the tragedy from happening unless she drove the entire gang out of Lavoisier.

But most of the gangs were supported by the nobility and had already spread throughout the cities of the Eastern Empire. How could Rebecca possibly drive them away? She couldn't possibly kill all the nobles, could she? In the face of the tide, the power of an individual is truly insignificant.

Chapter 230 Rebecca's True Wish