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Bang! Bang!

Not long after, the all-too-familiar explosion of the furnace resounded once again, shaking the entire floor and echoing endlessly.

Amanda's stunningly bewitching face was now contorted in frustration and near madness. Her fingers, veins bulging, clenched tightly in an effort to restrain herself.

If not for the Ascended Rank spellbeast guarding the door and Velen's unusual status, she would have long since kicked him out with a single strike.

These alchemical ingredients were rare and invaluable treasures—now utterly wasted by Velen's reckless actions.

For a grandmaster alchemist like her, this was no less than the cruelest form of torture!

As the explosions from the room continued unabated, the Ironback Centipede huddled in a corner, covering its ears in grievance.

The Lv9 Forge was his most prized possession, yet Velen was tormenting it so mercilessly that the poor creature could hardly breathe from the distress.

All it could do was stare at the room with the eyes of a forsaken soul, praying that Velen would finish quickly.

But in Velen's mind, there was only one thing—luxury points.

"Amanda, the potion will be ready soon! Just hang in there a little longer!"

"Trust me, I'm about to complete it. Come on, it's just a mere entry assessment—how hard could it be?"

For the sake of earning system rewards and luxury points, Velen was giving it his all. He consoled Amanda, whose bloodshot eyes were on the verge of collapse, while simultaneously tossing the precious ingredients into the furnace at an even faster rate.

"Stop burning them!"

"Stop! I'll count you as having passed, alright?!"

Hearing that Velen was about to continue, Amanda's mental defenses crumbled entirely. She clutched her smooth forehead, speaking in a hurried voice.

It was just an entry qualification—was it really worth wasting so many priceless ingredients?

Though these materials weren't of the highest grade, they were all exceptionally rare. Every major faction viewed them as irreplaceable, each use depleting an already dwindling supply!

She simply couldn't bear to watch any longer!

Besides, she had a strong hunch—if she didn't approve Velen here, he would just go find another alchemist responsible for the assessment.

Instead of dragging this out, she might as well pass him outright.

Yet, just as Velen was at the peak of his enthusiasm, Amanda's words felt like a bucket of cold water poured over his head.

Passed already?

But he hadn't even earned his luxury points yet!

"Amanda, this year's Alchemist Convention is a prestigious event, watched by all. How could we not enforce strict standards?"

"Besides, aren't you a high-ranking alchemist yourself? How could you set an example by engaging in favoritism?"

"An alchemist must possess an unyielding spirit! I can feel it—I'm just about to succeed!"

Velen firmly rejected her decision, speaking with righteous indignation.

Amanda: "..."

"If you're so close to success, then I believe in you. There's no need for further testing. You've passed! Focus on preparing for tomorrow—the official start of the convention. I have high hopes for you."

Without waiting for Velen's response, Amanda turned and left immediately, unwilling to continue this farcical conversation.

As she walked away, a wave of regret washed over her.

For once, she had been genuinely curious about Velen—only to be backstabbed by him!

Even now, she still wasn't sure whether Velen was truly an alchemist or not.

"Supreme Forge, and even a Lv9 Forge… That kid can just casually bring those out? His background must be incredibly deep. I can't ignore this—I might need to discuss it with Pamela."

Glancing at the towering Alchemist Convention Headquarters, Amanda picked up her pace and hurried inside.

Inside the Headquarters' Luxurious Chamber

In an opulent chamber, Pamela sat cross-legged on a golden chair, exuding an air of cool dominance. Yet, at this moment, she was staring dazedly at the furnace before her.

Intricate, ancient runes glowed faintly across its surface.

But instead of blazing flames inside, an unexpected sight greeted her—tranquil flowing water.

"Lv9 Forge?"

Pamela rubbed her cold, piercing eyes in disbelief.

As a grandmaster alchemist, she understood all too well the rarity of a Lv9 Forge. She had scoured entire star systems and had only ever found rumors of their existence, never a real one.

After all, throughout the entire galaxy, there were only about five Lv9 Forges in total, with some lost to the river of time.

And yet, a disciple from an ordinary background somehow had one?

"Alan, is this furnace really yours? And why is there so much water inside?"

Her sharp gaze shifted to Alan, standing beside the forge, as she questioned him in puzzlement.

Alan gave it a passing glance. "I was in a rush and forgot to drain it completely. It was left outside in the courtyard for too long."

Pamela's brows furrowed.

A Lv9 Forge was an invaluable treasure for an alchemist—how could it be so casually neglected, to the point of accumulating water?

"Alan, you've changed a lot from before."

She studied Alan carefully, as if seeing him for the first time.

Previously, Alan had been a dedicated student, immensely talented and hardworking. He had always diligently absorbed her teachings, showing promise as the next great alchemist.

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But now, despite possessing an item so crucial to an alchemist, he seemed indifferent—something completely out of character for someone serious about alchemy.

Hearing this, Alan was momentarily surprised.

His mentor could already sense such a drastic change in him, despite him having just arrived?

"Alan, you were once such a hardworking and promising student. But ever since you joined Fortress, you've fallen so far?"

Pamela reprimanded him sternly.

Instead of being upset, Alan actually felt relieved.

"Mentor, I came here today mainly to give this Lv9 Forge to you."

During his journey here, Alan had mentioned this to Velen, who had agreed. So now, he was eager to present this gift to his mentor—hoping it would soften her growing frustration.

"You're giving me… a Lv9 Forge?"

Pamela's heart skipped a beat.

Then, a warm sense of gratitude surfaced.

"Although you've changed, at least you still respect your mentor. That hasn't changed—I'm proud of you."

As she spoke, her full attention was already locked onto the Lv9 Forge before her.

As a grandmaster alchemist, she had never been this close to one before.

"There are only five Lv9 Forges in the entire Titan Galaxy. And one of them mysteriously disappeared because of Clinton…"

Feeling the forge's surging power, Pamela's thoughts drifted to an old acquaintance.

Back then, she had been willing to pay any price to borrow his Lv9 Forge, yet he had adamantly refused.

That grudge had lingered in her heart for years.

She had long believed she would never see a Lv9 Forge again—yet now, here it was!

"Clinton?"

Hearing this familiar name, Alan immediately asked, "Mentor, are you talking about Clinton, the Soul Master? The one who was sealed away?"

Pamela nodded, somewhat surprised. "How do you know that? This was all centuries ago."

A shadow of Clinton's figure flickered through Alan's mind. He replied slowly:

"Senator Clinton is no longer sealed. He's now a Senatorial Advisor for Fortress."

"And he's at the same level as you—Ascended Rank Lv9 Peak. He could step into the Upper Plane Universe at any time."

Pamela's pupils shrank.

Clinton? A Senatorial Advisor?

She knew Clinton's arrogance well. Back then, he had seen no one as his equal. Now, at the pinnacle of Ascended Rank Lv9, why would he willingly join Fortress as just an advisor?

Something was off.

Even if Ducal Manor was behind Fortress, that alone wouldn't be enough to make Clinton bow his head.

As Pamela pondered deeply, Alan coughed lightly.

"Mentor… don't tell me you're considering joining Fortress, too?"

"The entry threshold has just been raised. When we left, even an Ascended Rank Lv9 powerhouse was told they could only enter as a mere servant."