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Milim opened the book and stared at the pages. "Are you sure it's blank?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Leon, who had walked up beside her, leaned in to look. "Well, it was just yesterday," he replied—only to pause as new text suddenly appeared on the book's first page.

"I guess this is the next step to finding him," he muttered as he began reading aloud.

[Yo hoooo, Alchemy King here!]

[Congrats on reaching the 10th floor!]

[Now, all you have to do is master the Alchemy Legacy I've given you and then uncover the hidden truth behind the secret boxes and vials. Only then will you find me.]

[Best of luck!]

[By the way, this letter lasts only one month. If you don't complete it in time, the book will burn itself up.]

Leon closed the book, exhaling. "Well... that's a deadline we can't ignore."

"So now I have to master Alchemy up to Tier V, huh?" Leon mumbled.

The Alchemy King's Legacy, which was actually a Tier XV Saint Legacy, was divided into three parts, each containing one-third of its full power. Currently, Leon had access to the legacy up to Tier V.

"I can help. I'm an alchemist, after all," Roselia said, nodding. "And we also have the Abode." Explore stories on My Virtual Library Empire

She gestured toward the Alchemist's Abode, a curious-looking cube that, when unfolded, transformed into a fully furnished alchemical workspace. Inside, it contained state-of-the-art tools and a laboratory designed specifically for alchemy.

"Well, let's start now," Leon said, and Roselia nodded in agreement.

"We'll go handle the quest until then," said Roman, with Milim, Naval, and Lilian nodding in agreement.

Leon gave them a thumbs-up before stepping into the Abode, ready to dive into his alchemical training.

Leon stepped into the Alchemist's Abode, the scent of rare herbs, aged parchment, and refined minerals filling the air. The laboratory was illuminated by floating luminescent crystals, their soft glow highlighting the intricate alchemical arrays inscribed on the walls. Shelves lined with potions, reagents, and ancient manuscripts surrounded a central workstation—a large stone table covered in mystical engravings.

Roselia, standing by the alchemical furnace, turned toward him with a confident smirk. "So, where do we start?" Leon asked, rolling up his sleeves.

"You already have the knowledge," Roselia said, picking up a flask of shimmering blue liquid. "What we need to do is refine your technique. Alchemy isn't just about following formulas—it's about precision, control, and, most importantly, adaptation."

Leon crossed his arms, deep in thought. "Right. I've made plenty of potions before, but if I need to master Tier V, that means I have to go beyond basic transmutations and brewing. What exactly am I lacking?"

Roselia set the flask down and picked up a small, glowing core—a crystallized essence of mana. "You need to perfect your essence infusion. Right now, you're only blending ingredients, but true alchemists integrate their intent and mana into the potion itself. That's the difference between a basic healing potion and an elixir that can restore limbs."

Leon raised an eyebrow. "So, it's not just about mixing stuff together?"

She chuckled. "Not even close. Let's do a simple test. Try making a Tier III Healing Potion, but this time, focus on guiding your mana into the mixture while you stir."

Leon took a deep breath and approached the cauldron. He set out the ingredients—Moonlit Grass, Phoenix Ash, and a drop of Dragon's Blood. Carefully, he ignited the alchemical flame beneath the cauldron, watching as the liquid inside began to swirl.

Roselia observed him closely. "Good. Now, as you stir, don't just use your hands. Use your mana to direct the flow. Alchemy isn't just science—it's art. Feel the ingredients, listen to their resonance."

Leon concentrated, reaching out with his mana as he slowly stirred the potion. At first, nothing seemed different. Then, he felt a faint resistance in the mixture, like the ingredients were pushing back against him.

"It's reacting!" he exclaimed.

Roselia nodded approvingly. "That's the essence resisting your control. The better you get, the smoother the integration will be. Now, synchronize your intent—imagine the potion healing wounds, accelerating recovery. Let that thought become part of the alchemy."@@novelbin@@

Leon closed his eyes, picturing the potion as a life-giving elixir. The resistance faded, and the mixture began to glow faintly. After a few moments, the liquid settled into a golden hue.

Roselia took a vial and scooped up the potion. "Not bad. It's not perfect, but you've taken the first step toward high-tier alchemy. This process is what separates an amateur from a master."

Leon wiped the sweat from his forehead and grinned. "Alright, what's next?"

Roselia smirked. "Now, we push it further. Let's try crafting a Tier IV Elixir. You up for the challenge?"

Leon cracked his knuckles. "Bring it on."

Days turned into nights as Leon immersed himself in the depths of alchemy, his hands stained with rare ingredients, his mind filled with endless formulas, and his mana constantly flowing through concoctions of increasing complexity. The Alchemist's Abode became his world—a sanctum of knowledge where failures were stepping stones and successes were milestones.

Day 1: Mastering Essence Control

Leon's first struggle was controlling the essence of ingredients. Roselia had him repeatedly craft simple potions, but with a catch—he had to guide each element's essence into harmony before the final mixture stabilized.

"Again!" Roselia ordered, tossing a vial into the bin. "You're letting the essence dissipate. Feel it, control it!"

Leon gritted his teeth and started over. He dipped his fingers into the Phoenix Ash, channeling a steady stream of mana into the dust, making it glow faintly before adding it to the cauldron. This time, the resistance was lesser, the potion forming with a stable golden shimmer.

Roselia smirked. "Better. Keep practicing."

Day 3: Understanding Catalyst Reactions

By the third day, the true complexity of alchemy began revealing itself. Potions were not just a blend of ingredients—they were reactions, delicate and volatile.

Roselia handed Leon a pale blue stone, pulsing faintly. "This is an Arcane Catalyst. It can enhance effects... or destroy your potion if misused. Time it wrong, and the whole mixture will explode."