Rebirth : The Alchemist's Path

"..."

As the black lightning energy entered everyone's bodies, they couldn't help but tremble. Instantly, they felt a surge of powerful energy coursing through them. They dared not hesitate and quickly began refining the power of the lightning. Their auras started to rise rapidly.

Seeing that the boss could so easily withstand the Heavenly Tribulation, everyone took a deep breath, and a gleam of determination flashed in their eyes. The boss was truly the boss!

Such a powerful Heavenly Tribulation, yet in his hands, it didn't even put up a fight.

"Tch, this is only the first one. With so many people merging their Heavenly Tribulations, each subsequent strike will be even stronger. I don't believe he can take them all."

"There's no way we could withstand a Heavenly Tribulation of this magnitude. Those people staying here are just courting death."

"We should move farther away. If the Heavenly Tribulation gets too strong, the entire Holy City might be reduced to ruins."

The experts who had just left because they didn't trust Sylvus were visibly displeased. But Sylvus didn't have the time to care about them now, as the second Heavenly Tribulation had already begun to descend.

"Boom..."

The second Heavenly Tribulation was much stronger, more than ten times more powerful than the first. As soon as it fell, some of the buildings within the Holy City began to shake, as if they might collapse at any moment.

Sylvus, however, simply gave it a calm glance. With a single thought, the second Heavenly Tribulation also lost its power, transforming into a black energy orb that floated in front of Sylvus.

"..."

Then came the third, the fourth...

An hour later, the ninth Heavenly Tribulation had fallen as well, but it was still effortlessly caught by Sylvus. By now, there were three black energy orbs floating in front of him.

"Buzzing..."

After the ninth Heavenly Tribulation descended, the thunder vortex in the sky began to lose its momentum and slowly dissipate. The people of Holy City looked at Sylvus in amazement. Was that it for such a powerful Heavenly Tribulation?

"Boss is too powerful. The Hundred-Person Tribulation was like child's play to him; it wasn't any different from a normal person's tribulation."

"Who exactly is the boss? To easily withstand such a powerful Heavenly Tribulation, is he even human?"

"Those people who didn't believe in the boss earlier, especially the experts who refused the tribulation—aren't they regretting it now?"

The townspeople around began to discuss, their eyes filled with admiration.

"Such a powerful person, yet he doesn't belong to our royal family. What a pity," Boone, who stood beside Sylvus, took a deep breath. His previous doubts about Sylvus had completely vanished, leaving only respect and fear.

The ninety-three people who had yet to break through to the Mage Emperor level saw the Heavenly Tribulation disappear.

To accomplish such a feat, only Sylvus could do it on the entire continent.

"This... this is impossible! Sylvus has such immense power? So many people merged their Heavenly Tribulations, and it still couldn't touch him? Is he even human?"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible. How could there be such a powerful being on Aisral Continent? If he were willing to take action, wouldn't he easily defeat the undead?"

"It must be a coincidence. The Heavenly Tribulation must not have been as strong as we thought. Otherwise, how could he be unharmed?"

The dozens of Nine-Star Saint Archmages who had just left wore grim expressions. If they hadn't left just now, they could have become Mage Emperors in no time. But now? They missed their chance, and they lost a hundred billion magic crystals in the process.

That was a hundred billion magic crystals! Their entire fortunes.

"Meylan, some people talk too much. Clean it up," Sylvus said indifferently.

Although he had been focused on the Heavenly Tribulation, he still heard some people's words. He had just been too lazy to deal with it at the time, but now that the Heavenly Tribulation was over, he wouldn't let it slide.

"Don't worry, boss. None of them will escape!" Meylan smiled and nodded, his figure disappearing instantly.
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"Boss, can't you spare them? They didn't mean any harm, it's just..." Boone said with a complicated expression.

The number of powerful experts on Aisral Continent was already small. If Sylvus slaughtered more of them, their chances against the undead would become even slimmer.

"They were just trying to vent their frustration?" Sylvus asked mockingly.

Boone didn't know how to respond, but Sylvus snorted.

"If that's the case, then I'm feeling frustrated too, and I want to vent a little."

As soon as Sylvus spoke, the sounds of screams could be heard in the distance.

The experts who had left earlier because they didn't trust Sylvus were being slaughtered by Meylan. Meylan was a Five-Star Mage Emperor and a spatial magic user. His strength was overwhelming, and even facing a group of Nine-Star Saint Archmages was an easy task.

"This is the price for running your mouth too much!" Meylan said coldly as he snapped someone's neck.

"Boss, w-we were wrong. Please spare us, we won't dare to do it again."

"Yes, boss, we were blind to your greatness. Please let us go. We'll do anything, even serve you like slaves."

Hearing their pleas, Sylvus remained calm, still cracking sunflower seeds, without uttering a word.

You think begging will make me let you go? Who made up such nonsense of a rule?

"Die!" Meylan knew what Sylvus meant when he stayed silent. Without hesitation, he killed another.

"Sylvus, you bastard! You have such great power, but you refuse to stop the undead! So many of us have respected you, and this is what you do to us?"

"If you have such power, why won't you help us? Instead, you show off in front of us. If you're so capable, go defeat the undead!"

Some, realizing there was no escape, began to shout angrily at Sylvus, no longer showing him any respect.

Sylvus squinted. These people, even in death, wouldn't let him be! Trying to drown him with the words of others? Unfortunately for them, he wasn't one to care about such things. He was just an old shopkeeper selling potions.

Soon, the sound of screams filled the air. In a matter of minutes, Meylan had slaughtered all the dozens of Nine-Star Saint Archmages.

"Boss, it's all done," Meylan reported as he returned to Sylvus.

Sylvus nodded. The black energy orb in front of him split into ninety-three streams of light, each entering the ninety-three individuals who were undergoing their breakthroughs.

"Boss, about what they said earlier..." Boone began.

"The powerless ranting of the weak," Sylvus replied with a faint smile.