ocean-life Chapter 9: You, Become My Alchemic Slave (1)
Chapter 9: You, Become My Alchemic Slave (1)
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Chapter 9: You, Become My Alchemic Slave (1)
The Draconian's corpse lay sprawled on the ground.
An inconcealable glint of greed shimmered in Yoojin's eyes.
〔This is the real deal, I see.〕
Sssst!
Dense spirit power seeped into the corpse, permeating its skeletal structure and key areas like bone density.
Yoojin meticulously examined the fallen Draconian.
'Excellent. It's even better than I expected.'
A chuckle escaped his lips.
The hardness of the bones, the toughness of the muscles, the mana contained in the blood... not a single flaw. It was the perfect material for an undead.
〔Didn't you say the strength of an undead is determined by its level in life?〕
'That's right.'
〔But this dragonkin had its abilities restricted to match the test. According to that theory, it won't be strong even if you turn it into an undead.〕
'The important thing is the dragon's essence contained within its body.'
Dragonkin.
A race that occupies one of the 'realms', also known as the world of the gods registered in the Pantheon.
The six dragon legions were a force that even the constellations couldn't ignore.
This was no half-baked monster created by a Gate.
This Draconian was the real deal, imbued with the essence of a true dragon, having made a formal contract with the Pantheon and undergone the trial with its abilities restricted.
〔Then what kind of undead can you create with the Draconian's corpse?〕
'At most, a Dragon Warrior.'
Dragon Warrior (Σπαρτοί).
An undead warrior wielding a sword and shield, powerful enough to challenge even a Doom Knight.
Not only did it possess the innate magic resistance of a dragon, it could also emit dark energy for several meters and had regenerative abilities.
'But even a Dragon Warrior seems like a bit of a waste.'
The corpse of a dragonkin was a rare find.
It was a race rarely seen even in Gates, so his greed was piqued.
The Draconian's corpse was imbued with an essence even stronger than Yoojin had anticipated.
Yoojin stroked his chin, his brow furrowed in thought. Suddenly, his eyes widened as a realization struck him.
'I think I'll try creating an Eldritch Dragon.'
〔An Eldritch Dragon?〕
'It's like a Lich.'
Eldritch Dragon.
A dragon of death that becomes undead by binding its life force to a phylactery.
It was the equivalent of a Lich for humans.
You might ask, aren't there already undead created from dragon corpses, like Bone Dragons?
'Even if they're both undead, they're different.'
A Bone Dragon could never surpass the original dragonkin.
It lacked the dragon heart, the source of its mana.
And because all the flesh was stripped away during the creation process, its physical abilities were also diminished.
Even after processing the dragon's corpse with expensive reagents and inscribing all sorts of spells onto its bones, the best it could do was match the physical abilities of the original.
It was a half-baked imitation, incapable of wielding Dragon Tongue, let alone their immense mana.
'It's just mimicking the original, at best.'
The essence of a dragon.
And the immense power emanating from a dragon heart.
These two things are difficult to revive, even for Yoojin, who has reached the pinnacle of necromancy.
On the other hand, an Eldritch Dragon, a being that becomes undead by sealing its own life force, can become far stronger than it was in life.
‘What if I start with this Draconian's body and raise it to the level of an Ancient Dragon?’
Wow.
Just the thought of it is incredible.
'It won't be easy to create, though.'
The reagents alone for crafting an Eldritch Dragon would cost tens of billions.
‘I need to infuse spirit power into the bones, muscles, and scales, and engrave each individual spell.’
〔But it's strange. If it's similar to a lich, it should have a soul.〕
'It doesn't have to be a dragon's soul.'
Strictly speaking, a Draconian isn't a perfect 'dragon', is it?
Half-human, half-dragon.
Since it's half-human, I just need to infuse it with a soul strong enough to handle the Draconian's body.
'I have the perfect candidate for that.'
The strongest subordinate Yoojin commanded in his past life.
That soul should be compatible with the Draconian's corpse.
Yoojin placed his hand on the Draconian's corpse once again.
"Store."
A whitish stream of energy seeped out from the Ring of Darkness, enveloping the Draconian's body.
With a sound like rustling silk, it was sucked into the ring.
[Storing the corpse in the Ring of Darkness.]
[Storage limit: 1/1]
Now that he had collected the Draconian's corpse,
There was no reason to stay in the ancient testing ground any longer.
As he turned to head towards the passage shimmering with white light,
〔Contractor. Stop for a moment.〕
'What is it?'
〔Your exploits have accumulated as my karma.〕
The sole follower and Saint of the [Heaven-Defying Giant].
Yoojin's exploits in defeating powerful enemies were directly reflected, increasing Kronos's presence.
〔If my star is officially registered in the Pantheon, I will be able to bestow more divine spells upon you.〕
Interesting.
"I don't know who you are, but if you're going to talk nonsense, get out."
Shin Joonseok growled, dropping the honorifics.
Right.
This was the venomous expression that Yoojin remembered the Great Alchemist always wearing.
'This is a bit better.'
Alchemy tools.
From beakers like those seen in middle school science classes, to scales that measured minute weights, and even a furnace that produced magic fire.
Equipment that could be considered the entirety of an alchemist.
It was like asking a necromancer to borrow their corpses.
It was natural for him to be furious.
'I've used your tools before, so I know how to handle them.'
In his past life, Yoojin frequently interacted with Korea's No. 1 alchemist.
To enhance his necromancy, he needed to be proficient in alchemy, and there were few people who could help him.
Therefore—
"Intermediate Healing Potion."
"...What?"
"You're researching a potion formula that allows for mass production."
"How did you..."
Yoojin knew what Shin Joonseok was developing at this time.
He even knew which catalyst was lacking in the process.
Because he had heard it all from the man himself.
Yoojin strode into the abandoned factory where the explosion had just occurred.
"That's my lab."
"Stay put if you want to see this potion completed."
In the original timeline, this potion formula wouldn't be perfected for another year.
Yoojin planned to speed things up.
'Even back then, his obsession with tools was remarkable.'
The Witch's Cauldron.
The Guard Cylinder.
The Darkness Everstone.
And a plethora of other specialized alchemy equipment difficult to obtain in this era.
Equipment that seemed out of place within this shabby, abandoned factory.
Valuable catalysts and herbs were scattered everywhere.
Yoojin surveyed the factory, his steps halting before a bubbling, reddish liquid.
The Intermediate Healing Potion.
Judging by the rising bubbles, it looked ready to explode at any moment.
'Increase the mana stone concentration by 4% and neutralize it with 5g of Odram's Grass.'
As Yoojin reached for the Odram's Grass, Shin Joonseok erupted.
"That's for stabilizing mana! If you add Odram's Grass when the potion's effects aren't even properly established—!"
"Maintaining a consistent magic level aids in amplification and enhances healing. Are you an alchemist, and you don't even know that?"
"..."
It was understandable that he wouldn't know.
This was alchemic knowledge not yet discovered in this era.
'But you're the one who figures it out.'
Yoojin focused on crafting the potion without a change in his expression.
Swish, swish, swish—
With practiced movements, he processed the leaves.
Without hesitation, he added the crushed mana stone powder to the potion.
Shin Joonseok watched with wide eyes, his gaze darting back and forth.
'Is this actually going to work?'
It was unbelievable.
It was strange enough that this man knew about his research project.
But the way he used the workshop tools and materials as if they were his own was even more suspicious.
Even so...
'Odram's Grass had that kind of effect?'
The man's unwavering confidence...
Shin Joonseok had a hunch that there was a 'reason' behind Yoojin's actions, so he simply watched in a daze.
How much time passed?
Gurgle—!
The bubbles subsided, and the reddish liquid stabilized.
"Shall we test it?"
Yoojin calmly scratched his forearm with a crafting knife.
"Y-You! The blood!"
"I know. Wounding myself is the best way to see the effects, isn't it?"
Blood flowed freely, but Yoojin merely furrowed his brow. Without a single groan, he applied the Intermediate Potion to the wound.
A pale white smoke rose.
Fresh flesh bloomed over the gash on his forearm.
Shin Joonseok blinked, his gaze shifting between the potion and Yoojin's arm, his jaw agape.
"Success! It's a success!!!!"
With bloodshot eyes, he rushed over and grabbed Yoojin's hand.
His voice was filled with ecstasy.
Now, he was ready to talk.
"Aren't you curious?"
Shin Joonseok nodded rapidly, the initial displeasure long gone.
To elevate his alchemy, this man would consider any means, any method.
That was the essence of Shin Joonseok, the alchemist.
"Hey, let's work together."
One corner of Yoojin's lips curled upwards.
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