Abe the Wizard

Under Abel, the domain of his in the elven world had almost transformed into heaven on earth. The entrance of the Valley was protected by a protection circle with surrounding tall mountains filled with thorns.

In this domain, he no longer had to appear as Master Bennett. He could just use his original human form since all the elves in Orwell Valley had signed a magic contract.

However, today he had to make a trip to Angstrom City, and he had to transform into Master Bennett.

As Abel walked out from the Alchemy Union teleportation circle, he realized nothing had changed in the past year. He just didn’t run into anyone familiar.

He casually walked to the second floor and entered the library.

His mission was to find some information about transforming an elite alchemy pattern into a master alchemy pattern. Although he had been stuck as an intermediate wizard, his alchemy level shouldn’t be as problematic.

He had been making intermediate to elite level potions non stop during the past year. He had made more potions than most elite alchemists had ever done throughout the course of their lives. Also, Abel had never failed, and his work was far superior to any other elite alchemist.

Every work of alchemy would bring energy to the alchemy pattern. This was the law of being an alchemist. If your work was successful, it would bring even more energy.

Abel had accumulated more energy in just one year than most elite alchemists would in a lifetime. His elite alchemy pattern was fulfilled. But of course, most of this was due to the difference in the Dark World, which gave him more time for alchemy.

The library looked like it always did. Master Peter was still sitting behind the counter with the same dull gaze like he was pondering something.

“Master Peter, where can I find some information about the master alchemy pattern?” Abel asked with a bow. He had a lot of respect for this old elf.

Master Peter’s gaze suddenly sparkled when he heard the word Master Alchemy Pattern.

“You are Master Bennett, right?” Master Peter did not reply to Abel’s question. Instead, it seemed like he had recalled something when he saw the master alchemist by honor badge on Abel’s chest.

“Yes, I am!” Abel nodded and waited for Master Peter’s reply.

“Your elite alchemy pattern is fulfilled?” Master Peter added.

“Yes!” Abel nodded again.

“Are you aware of the danger of transforming it into a Master Alchemy pattern? I have lost my alchemy pattern, but I still have my power of the will. I can sense that you are very young and lively. You still have a long road ahead of you. Why are you so desperate to become a Master Alchemist?” Master Peter gaze at Abel and lowered his voice.

Although his words might not have sounded nice, Abel could tell it was coming from a kindhearted place.

“Master Peter, I feel like I am ready, so I need a Master Alchemy Pattern,” Abel was certain of his decision.

“You only became a Master Alchemist by honor these past few years. Although a Master Alchemist by honor is not a real Master Alchemist, the union will treat you similarly. Why do you want to take this risk? There hasn’t been a single successful Master Alchemist in the Holy Continent during the past 1000 years, you know?” Master Peter was still speaking from a kind-hearted place.

“Maybe you’re confused, Master Peter. Becoming a Master alchemist does not always have to happen when your life is coming to an end. If you don’t have courage, why even bother becoming a master alchemist. Even if you successfully became a Master Alchemist before your life came to an end, it wouldn’t be that useful anyway.” Abel laughed and shook his head.

“Courage!” Master Peter mumbled.

He suddenly realized why there wasn’t a successful Master alchemist during the past 1000 years. Maybe it was a lack of courage. All elite alchemists knew the success rate of becoming a Master alchemist was very low, and you would become a normal elf once you failed.

No elite alchemist could bear the thought of becoming a normal elf. The difference in prestige was too great. Therefore, all of them would only place their life on a bet before they die. None of them would even think about becoming a master alchemist the moment they fulfilled their elite alchemy pattern.

Master Peter did not know that being an alchemist was not Abel’s main occupation. He was not afraid of failing. Even if he did, he had countless full recovery potions to help him start all over again.

It had only taken Abel a few years to get to where he was as an alchemist. Besides, with the experience he had gained, starting all over again shouldn’t be too hard.

Therefore, Abel was far more carefree than any other alchemist. He also had confidence in himself. With a logic-defying treasure like the world stone, he could turn everything into a bunch of quantifiable numbers.

This was extremely helpful when it came to alchemy. At least to this point, Abel had never failed once despite making countless potions. This was the power of the world stone.

“Master Bennett, follow me!” Master Peter was no longer warning Abel. His words touched him. Throughout his years of research, he never found a good method to help the elves when it came to becoming a Master Alchemist. Perhaps Abel would solve his problems.

If Abel knew what Master Peter was thinking, he would laugh and tell him he thought too much.

Abel had a lot of secrets. As long as he was dedicated to something, he could become the expert.

Abel followed Master Peter. They walked through rolls of books and arrived at the very back of the library. Master Peter pressed on the wall, and a door opened.

This was a hidden door connected to a hidden room within the library. It was where the most important books were stored. Abel could sense the energy wave of magic circles, which meant the Alchemy Union had high surveillance on this place.

An alchemist also could use the power of the will. Although not as powerful as the ones of the druids, they could still detect normal magic circles.

Master Peter led Abel into the hidden room. As soon as Abel entered, the door behind them automatically shut.

“These are the cream of the crop in the Angstrom City Alchemy Union Library!” Master Peter said proudly, pointing at a shelf of books.

There were only a small handful of books, but they were not all made from leaves. Some were made of orc skins.

However, his gaze was soon attracted by a wall in the room. There was a pattern drawn with red paint on it. This pattern was so complicated. It was enough to send a chill down the spine.

The elf who drew this pattern must have immense knowledge when it came to patterns and drawing. The entire thing was entirely solid.

The strokes intertwined with each other through midair. Their skill was on full display through the thickness and contact point of each stroke.

Abel was deeply drawn by it. He ignited his world stone’s sight and data analyzing ability and tried to memorize this pattern.

Master Peter did not interrupt Abel. He was even more excited than Abel when he first saw this pattern. He also wanted to memorize this pattern at once, like Abel, but it took him a whole month in the end.

The hardest thing to remember about this pattern was the intertwined strokes in midair. It was the biggest difference between this pattern and the normal ones. It was not flat, 2 dimensional, or even 3 dimensional. It existed in a dimension of its own.

Although the creator of this pattern had tried his best to reflect the dimension on the wall, it still existed in an abstract dimension. The person looking at it must first create a dimension in his mind and fill the stroke one by one.

This was difficult. It was the first challenge of becoming a master Alchemist.