Rebirth of the thief who roamed around the world (BOOK 1)

Chapter 67 - Alchemy King

Amidst Godslayer of Yore and Nie Yan’s farewell, two players near the entrance of the Alchemist Guild erupted into a heated argument. One of the quarrelers, a young man who looked barely twenty, wore plain cotton clothing and the Alchemist Guild’s badge on his chest. His level was low, so most likely he was only an apprentice in the guild. The other quarreler, an Elementalist who looked to be in his thirties, wore equipment of much higher quality. Tall and robust, he dwarfed his opposition so much that the Apprentice Alchemist seemed like a child.

“The failure in concocting isn’t my fault this time!”

“Not your fault? Are you implying it’s mine!?”

“Yes! They set me up to fail when I was concocting!”

“Peh! Our captain provided you with so many ingredients, yet they were all turned into useless garbage. We can’t even recoup our losses! I heard you got lucky and learned some sort of hidden skill. Good, get lucky and get out of my sight before I make you eat shit too!” Obscenities and curses poured out of the Elementalist’s mouth. The moment he finished speaking, he slapped the Apprentice Alchemist in the face and knocked several alchemy tools and other items to the ground.

The slap sent the Apprentice Alchemist tumbling down the guild entrance staircase. As he lay sprawled out, he lifted his head and hatefully glared at the Elementalist.

“Ahhh!? What the hell are you staring at? You got something to say? Keep staring and I’ll make you eat the dirt even harder! Get lost!” The Elementalist’s eyes bulged out of their sockets as he glared threateningly at the Apprentice Alchemist.

The Apprentice Alchemist glanced at the Elementalist once more. Eventually, he lowered his eyes and silently collected his tools off the floor.

“Bitch!” The Elementalist stamped on the Apprentice Alchemist’s chest and knocked him back to the ground. The Apprentice Alchemist didn’t retaliate; he remained silent, simply staggering back to his knees and continued picking up his things.

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“Isn’t he too much of a pushover? After being kicked, he didn’t even make a sound!” Godslayer of Yore couldn’t help voicing his opinion. The scene had left a bad taste in his mouth.

“The way he dealt with the situation isn’t wrong. Right now, he probably has no choice but to endure. I believe by the time he rises in standing, it still won’t necessarily be too late for him to retaliate,” Nie Yan said with a peculiar expression in his eye. Despite taking on the abuse, the determination still hadn’t faded from the Apprentice Alchemist’s eyes. Those who could patiently tolerate were especially terrifying.

Godslayer of Yore tilted his head back to look at Nie Yan. Those words took him by surprise. Nie Yan was likely someone similar to himself, a person who refused to be on the short end of the stick. If anyone were to offend him, then they would definitely be met with an appropriate retaliation. However, Godslayer of Yore suddenly saw Nie Yan’s expression change to pleasant surprise. He was gazing at the apprentice Alchemist like he found some kind of treasure.

“So it was him… It really is true; be they enemies or friends, both are bound to be met on a narrow path!” Nie Yan muttered to himself in a low voice. He recognized this Apprentice Alchemist, but it wasn’t because they were friends. No, rather they were enemies. If things stayed on course, this person would eventually become one of Victorious Return’s most faithful dogs. In his original timeline, over a tenth of Victorious Return’s various high-level potions, pills, tonics, and other concoctions were prepared by this one person; several of which could only be concocted by him.

Nie Yan had suffered heavily due to the oppressive manpower Victorious Return possessed, but those vile concoctions were also one of the factors that led to his many defeats. While in the wilderness, he had once encountered a squadron of Victorious Return members. At that time, he was unaware those players were escorting this Alchemist on a quest, and usually, he and his friends wouldn’t be at a disadvantage when facing off against such a group. However, beyond their imaginations, each and every one of those players had taken out some crafty, eccentric pill that bolstered their combat power by many times. Under the effects of those pills, he and his friends were beaten to a wretched state.