The Technological Life of an Alchemist

“A bottle of Life Rejuvenation? Are you joking? Do you expect me to waste my time brewing a level-seven potion for you? Any of those useless assistants downstairs could make one for you! What’s that? The Emperor? What about him? Can’t you see how busy I am?” Without even lifting her head, the only god-tier alchemist in the entire Mata Arcane Society was thoroughly absorbed in her experiment.

The so-called useless assistants downstairs could only exchange helpless glances at the slender figure seen in the crystal orb. Turning to the guest seated nearby, one of them apologized, “I’m truly sorry. My teacher has run into a minor issue with her latest formula and is extremely busy at the moment. If you don’t mind, I can prepare the Life Rejuvenation for you. As you know, I’ve recently achieved the rank of Grandmaster, so a level-seven potion is well within my capabilities.”

The guest immediately stood up and bowed in return. He was, after all, just a lowly envoy from the greatest empire on Mata, and this was not only the continent’s sole god-tier alchemist’s disciple, but a Grandmaster at that. He stole a furtive glance at the figure in the crystal orb.

The legendary alchemist was barely a hundred years old, which, on a continent where the minimum lifespan was a thousand, was little more than the threshold of adulthood. Her achievements were beyond imagination—yes, she was the pride of all Mata. And this was her disciple. “You are far too kind,” the envoy said earnestly. “To have your assistance is truly our good fortune.”

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