Marvel: The Alchemist Just Wants a Peaceful Life

Marvel: The Alchemist Just Wants a Peaceful Life

Author: Sleepy Three-Year-Old Guo

Summary:

Good news, we've traveled through time!

Even better news: I'm financially free!

Super exciting news! I can do alchemy!

Just as Sherlock was feeling incredibly lucky and invincible, the boiled egg that appeared in front of him clearly told him...

This is the Marvel universe! The Marvel world where heroes are everywhere and ordinary people are treated like dogs!

No? Is that right?

Forget it, I'll just lie down. If the sky falls, the tall ones will hold it up. Sherlock just wants to enjoy a peaceful and financially independent life before he turns to dust.

But reality is often contrary to people's wishes!

The Avengers exclaimed: Wake up, Doraemon! We desperately need you!

Sherlock: I'll say it again, my name isn't Doraemon!!!

In short, this is the everyday story of a corporate slave who just wants to lie down and cause trouble in Marvel just so he can lie down even more comfortably.

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Chapter 1 The Boy Who Became an Alchemist

In the early morning, on the soft bed, the boy, who was sleeping sprawled out, frowned slightly, seemingly quite dissatisfied with the sunlight streaming in through the window.

In the end, the chaotic yet beautiful dream could not withstand the blinding sunlight. The boy opened his eyes groggily, sat up slowly, and stared blankly for a while before rubbing his eyes and yawning.

After looking around at the standard American-style decor, the boy seemed to finally wake up. He stretched and then slowly opened the door to the kitchen, scratching his butt as he dawdled, intending to have a drink of water before his daily morning ritual of using the toilet.

Throughout, the boy exuded a relaxed air that no animal could match, and the source of this relaxed air was, needless to say, the long string of numbers lying in his bank account!

After quickly cleaning up the overnight trash, the young man washed up and looked in the mirror at his handsome Eurasian face, which resembled that of Daniel Wu. He smiled and nodded, then went back to the kitchen to make himself a cup of coffee and sat down in the study.

With a wave of his hand, a huge magic book, about 20 inches long and as thick as a fist, appeared in front of the boy. The book was written in English and was titled "Alchemy, from Beginner to Tomb"!

That's right, the boy is a time traveler. In his previous life, he was a typical overworked office worker, working from dawn till dusk (996) and still worrying about layoffs and unemployment.

This ordinary person was unexpectedly transported into the ranks of time travelers one morning while sitting on the toilet by a stroke of incredible luck.

Even now, the boy still can't understand how Dayun could appear precisely in the bathroom of his rented room on the third floor while shouting that we are all living life to the fullest.

Fortunately, although the process was a bit outrageous, the result was good. The office worker inherited a body named Sherlock, and with his parents' sacrifice, he successfully achieved financial freedom with the huge insurance payout and the inheritance left by his wealthy parents, which can be considered as fulfilling his wish.

As for the alchemy book on the table, there's no doubt that it's Sherlock's cheat code!

The content ranges from the kind of alchemy in Fullmetal Alchemist where you can summon anything by clapping your hands and shouting, to the kind of alchemy in Harry Potter that can create all sorts of items—it's all-encompassing.

Although the book's first chapter, which begins with a standard periodic table of chemical elements, seems somewhat absurd, after five years of dedicated research, Sherlock can now confidently tell everyone that he is an exceptionally skilled alchemist.

So much so that studying the knowledge in the book every day has become a must for Sherlock. After all, no one can resist such a learning process that can provide immediate feedback. The saying "knowledge is power" is perfectly embodied in this book.

"It's unbelievable, Sherlock, that you would get up so early and then sit here so quietly reading a book."

Just as Sherlock was engrossed in the book, a pleasant and slightly ethereal female voice suddenly appeared behind him. Surprisingly, Sherlock didn't seem surprised at all.

Sherlock calmly closed the spellbook in front of him, then turned to look at the figure standing in front of the cabinet, grinning at him, and said irritably.

"Ancient One, is your Sorcerer Supreme really not busy at all? This is the third time this month that you've shown up here without warning!"

Faced with Sherlock's sarcastic remarks, the Ancient One seemed extremely surprised and chuckled as she spoke to Sherlock.

"I thought the light from my portal was bright enough that you should have noticed it long ago."

Hearing the Ancient One's words, Sherlock was completely bewildered, but he had no way to refute them. He could only look at the Ancient One with a speechless expression and roll his eyes.

As for why Sherlock knew the Ancient One, this is a problem that even time travelers have to face.

It's very simple, because the Ancient One appeared in front of Sherlock on the very first day he traveled through time!

However, unlike Sherlock's expectations of expulsion and interrogation, the Ancient One did not take action after appearing. Instead, her first words to Sherlock were a cheerful greeting.

"Would you like to come to Kamar-Taj and become the Sorcerer Supreme?"

Sherlock's answer to the Ancient One's question was, "No!"

Although it might sound somewhat surprising, Sherlock never considered borrowing magic power at the cost of his soul. Moreover, with this alchemy manual, his future achievements might not be inferior to those melee mages, so he naturally wouldn't agree.

Nevertheless, the Ancient One did not expel Sherlock. Instead, she often used the pretext of monitoring Sherlock, an outsider, to observe his alchemy. Over time, the two have become friends.

Having long since figured out Sherlock's laid-back temperament, the Ancient One wasn't angry at the speechless expression on Sherlock's face. Instead, she chuckled and asked Sherlock that classic question once again.

"Are you really not going to come to Kamar-Taj to inherit my position? That's the Sorcerer Supreme!"

Hearing the Ancient One's words, Sherlock's speechless expression deepened. After waving his hand and making the spellbook on the table disappear, Sherlock said to the Ancient One in an annoyed tone.

"This is the 5236th time you've asked me this in the last five years, and my answer remains the same: No! I don't want my soul to serve those monsters in the universe after I die!"

The Ancient One's smile remained unchanged in the face of Sherlock's statement, as if this conversation had happened countless times before. She simply shifted her gaze to Sherlock's right arm, stared at it for a while, and then smiled mysteriously.

"But didn't you also sacrifice yourself for the truth?"

Sherlock looked helpless at the Ancient One's statement, rolled his eyes in annoyance, and retorted to her.

"Don't tell me that the Sorcerer Supreme can't distinguish between 'truth' and those monsters!"

Faced with Sherlock's words, the Ancient One could only sigh helplessly. With a wave of her hand, a lot of breakfast from the rabbit's side appeared on Sherlock's desk. Sherlock didn't stand on ceremony and ate the breakfast that the Ancient One had brought him. Then he mumbled something to the Ancient One.

“You should understand that my ‘truth’ is essentially closer to the so-called ‘Way of Heaven.’ It has no direction and only follows ‘rules.’ The so-called human figure you see is just an abstract concept that ‘truth’ has created to help you understand it.”

"So, you tried that forbidden human transmutation technique, paying the price of an arm and an eye, just to see 'Truth' and create a pet for yourself?"

As soon as the Ancient One finished speaking, a small portal opened, and a small pink-haired figure quickly ran out from the other side of the portal in an extremely comical and abstract pose, throwing herself directly into Sherlock's arms.

Chapter 2 Doro and the Artifacts

The figure that rushed into Sherlock's arms was probably only the size of a medium-sized dog, its snow-white body looking like jelly, as if it had been hastily drawn.

But strangely enough, this messy, jelly-like body is topped with the head of a pink-haired chibi-style anime girl.

"Doro!"

Faced with the little toy that rushed into his arms, Sherlock hugged it tightly with delight, reached out and smeared it on a bun, and with a flash of red lightning, the bun instantly turned into an orange.

"Ou Runji!!"

The moment the orange appeared, Doro's face instantly turned into that of a drooling little glutton, his two short white hands reaching upwards to grab the orange from Sherlock's hand.

After teasing the puppy Doro in his arms, Sherlock handed the orange to Doro, looked up at the Ancient One, stroked Doro's bouncy head, and raised an eyebrow at the Ancient One beside him.

"Isn't it cute?"

Gu Yi was momentarily silent in response, even feeling as if she had grown old and couldn't keep up with the thinking of young people. After all, what kind of good person would use their own body to refine something that could barely be called a living being?

Of course, Sherlock would never tell the Ancient One that the reason he tried so-called human transmutation was really to see the 'truth', since only by facing the 'truth' could Sherlock quickly improve his alchemical abilities.

This can be considered a somewhat unorthodox cultivation method.

As for Doro, it was a work that was born unexpectedly after seeing and talking to 'Truth'.

After all, the price has already been paid and the materials have been prepared. According to the principle of equivalent exchange, it would be a real shame not to refine something into something.

The reason for choosing Doro is quite simple: by human standards, Doro is a true 'monster,' making him one of the few 'failed successes' among Sherlock's alchemical creations.

It is precisely because of this that Doro is often taken to Kamar-Taj by the Ancient One under the guise of research and warning, and is used as a 'failure case' to frighten the sorcerers.

Of course, Sherlock didn't know whether he was really trying to scare his disciple or if he took the child back to masturbate himself. After all, Sherlock had been a shut-in at home for five years, and his heart was almost entirely devoted to alchemy.

Seeing the Ancient One's lips twitching, Sherlock put Doro, who had just finished eating an orange, on the ground and let Doro run and play in the study before looking in the direction of the Ancient One.

"Alright, Ancient One, let's get down to business. Don't tell me you only came here to bring me breakfast."

Upon hearing Sherlock's words, the Ancient One stopped her twitching lips, reached out and grabbed at the air, and something that looked like a spear appeared in her hand.

The spear was about the height of a person, with a silver-white spearhead as long as an arm, engraved with intricate patterns. The shaft, however, was blood-red and covered with golden cracks.

"The Spear of Saint Longinus, I would like to ask you to repair it!"

As she spoke, the Ancient One laid the spear flat and slowly pushed it toward Sherlock. Surprisingly, the spear did not fall to the ground after leaving the Ancient One's hand, but floated in mid-air and slowly moved toward Sherlock.

Seeing this, Sherlock was extremely surprised. He snapped his fingers, and the unfinished breakfast on the table disappeared without a trace. Sherlock hurriedly took the spear floating in mid-air and carefully placed it on his table, beginning to examine it with alchemy.

After a long while, Sherlock gasped and looked up at the Ancient One with an incredulous expression.

"Karmar-Taj is truly a powerful and wealthy place; you even have such a magical artifact?"

Upon hearing Sherlock's words, the Ancient One's smile became even more mysterious, her eyes filled with amusement as she teased Sherlock.

"So, are you really not willing to become the Sorcerer Supreme? If you agree, all the treasures of Kamar-Taj are yours!"

Hearing the Ancient One's words, Sherlock rolled his eyes in annoyance and turned back to his research on the Spear of Saint Longinus.

Seeing Sherlock's reaction, the Ancient One wasn't angry. She just chuckled and shook her head, then casually pulled out two bags of oranges from the void and handed them to Doro, who had run over. Only then did she reopen the portal and prepare to leave.

This scene naturally did not escape Sherlock's notice. As he looked at the spear, Sherlock's lips twitched. The case was solved. The Ancient One had definitely taken Doro back and masturbated to him herself.

What a fucking 'typical case'! If you like Doro, just say so! Why come up with all these dubious reasons?

Seemingly sensing the light from the portal, Sherlock did not turn around, his gaze remaining fixed on the spear on the table, but his voice reached the Ancient One's ears.

"Ancient One, aren't you really afraid that I'll disappear with this artifact?"

Hearing Sherlock's words, Gu Yi showed no emotion on her face and spoke to Sherlock without turning her head.

"If you like it, I'll give it to you after it's fixed!"

Upon hearing the Ancient One's words, Sherlock suddenly raised his head to look at the Ancient One who was walking towards the portal, his face seemingly filled with disbelief.

“So generous?”

It's no wonder Sherlock was so surprised. After all, in the past five years, Sherlock had only ever mooched meals and tea from the Ancient One. This was the first time Sherlock had ever seen anything like a 'magical artifact' or 'divine weapon'.

Of course, the Eye of Agamotto on the Ancient One's chest doesn't count!

Faced with Sherlock's surprise, the Ancient One calmly replied to him.