Chapter One, Before Dawn
Accompanied by the destruction and rebirth of the Gate of Truth, the life and death of Xiaotaka, Wang Fang continuously experiences the repetitive cycle of life. When will he be able to escape this cursed reincarnation? This is the last time
An immensely large door, weathered and ancient, adorned with a mysterious pattern intricately carved upon it. Although Wang Fang had seen this door countless times, each time he stood before it, he could not help but feel a sense of awe. This door was not an ordinary door, and the patterns upon it were far from simple. Each time he gazed upon it, he perceived something different; however, regardless of what he saw, the feeling it evoked in Wang Fang remained the same: what lay before him was the truth.
A black, tentacle-like entity of energy rose in a circular motion from the array, while Wang Fang, crouching within the formation, wore a calm expression. His pitch-black eyes turned crimson, and his body trembled incessantly, with waves of sharp pain coursing through his brain, a manifestation of the extreme operation of his mental power. A gigantic eye opened beneath his feet, signaling my arrival, the Gate of Truth
The transmutation circle beneath Wang Fang is not complex; it is merely a simple derivative of the material manipulation array that alchemists encounter when they first begin their studies, combined with the overlay of the biological transmutation array from Taka's memory. What he needs to do now is to activate it and perform transmutation on himself
Before arriving in this void, Wang Fang was an ordinary university student. Many years have passed, and his appearance has never changed, but the trace of youthfulness and innocence on his face has long since disappeared
Never again should I die at his hands, last time I was merely a step away from success. Wang Fang truly felt the weakness of his body, sensing his lack of strength. He was not a genius in his previous life, and this body is not remarkable either; otherwise, he would not have fused his wife and daughter with a beast, merely for the qualification of an alchemist in a country.
In the void, there are no sun or moon, only the door, and still the door, with no other reference points, making it impossible to measure the passage of time. Thus, it is unknown how much time has passed. Gradually, cracks began to appear at the base of the door. Wang Fang stood before the door, his face calm, his eyes filled with determination: This time, he must survive, break the shackles of fate, and escape the endless cycle.
Upon pressing the light switch, the darkness of the laboratory was dispelled, revealing a dozen or so iron cages, each containing various bizarre synthetic beasts. On the other side of the laboratory were countless bottles and jars, all filled with various experimental specimens
Two years ago, the alchemist who successfully synthesized a synthetic beast capable of human speech and obtained the national alchemist qualification, Xie Taka, is now the owner of Wang Fang's body. "Dad, come play!" Nina jumped down from the large dog and hugged Wang Fang's leg. Wang Fang adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose, bent down, gently stroked Nina's head, and smiled slightly as he repeated the phrase he had said countless times: "Good girl, Nina, go play with Alexander, Dad still has to work." Wang Fang adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose, bent down, gently stroked Nina's head, and smiled slightly as he repeated the phrase he had said countless times: "Good girl, Nina, go play with Alexander, Dad still has to work."
Nina, disappointed, let go of her small hand and turned her head, climbing onto Alexander's back. Watching Nina ride out of the hall on Alexander and run to the garden, Wang Fang retracted the smile from his face and walked towards the laboratory. Tomorrow, that Steel Alchemist will arrive, and in two days, it will be the national alchemist qualification review day. On that day, Wang Fang will face countless destructions. Time is of the essence, and Wang Fang does not want to waste any time. His opponent will be the Alchemist of Destruction, the monk from Ishval, a powerful figure who has killed countless national alchemists. Tomorrow, that Steel Alchemist will arrive, and in two days, it will be the national alchemist qualification review day. On that day, Wang Fang will face countless destructions. Time is of the essence, and Wang Fang does not want to waste any time. His opponent will be the Alchemist of Destruction, the monk from Ishval, a powerful figure who has killed countless national alchemists.
The Gate of Truth has opened once again, and Wang Fang has returned to the mortal realm. The array on the ground remains, yet the consumables on the array have vanished without a trace. With the agility of a cat, the strength of a bear, and the keen eyesight of an eagle, Wang Fang feels as if his body has been completely reborn, filled with an overwhelming desire for release
Using chalk, several points were established on the smooth floor, and then the points were connected, forming a gigantic alchemical array. Next came various nutrients, sugars, fats, proteins, and some rare elements, all of which entered the array. Finally, Wang Fang's gaze fell upon the various beasts in the iron cage within the room
In a villa-style building in the city center, Wang Fang opened his eyes. Beside him was a little girl named Nina, who was the daughter of Wang Fang in this body. At that moment, Nina was riding on a large white dog, which was named after the great conqueror Alexander from real-world history.
How many times has it been standing here? There have been too many times for Wang Fang to want to count. In this space, the time spent living both inside and outside the door adds up to at least a hundred years. However, the time that can be spent inside the door is merely a few days
It is about to begin. Wang Fangjing looked at the door, which in an instant transformed into endless dust. The mountains, rivers, seas, and skies within that door, the sun, moon, and stars continuously appeared in the dust, and then all returned to nothingness
The memories of the past life gradually fade, the timid character is slowly changing, after despair comes hope, to survive, to break the endless cycle... Then there are attempts time and again, being destroyed time and again, and then reborn...
What strange beings humans are The thinker fell silent, quietly observing Wang Fang
With both hands pressed together, as if praying to the divine, he then pressed down into the magic array, causing the entire array to illuminate, initiating the process of biological refinement. Wang Fang concentrated all his mental energy to propel the operation of the magic array
Wang Fang walked decisively to the center of the laboratory; this is where he conducts his experiments. This is a world of steel and refinement, a world where knowledge can be transformed into power
Taka left behind little for Wang Fang, merely this frail body and some rudimentary knowledge of biological alchemy. In contrast, the scarred man, Scar, is a monk well-versed in martial techniques, possessing an abundance of combat experience and excelling in destruction. His strength ranks among the top in the entire Steel Alchemy world
Endless darkness, infinite void, at the very center of the void, Wang Fang stood before a massive door, quietly waiting, waiting for the destruction of this door, waiting for the birth of another door
In just four days, to grow into a powerhouse comparable to Skarn is nothing short of a fantasy. However, Wang Fang now possesses the ability to realize this, a capability forged through countless cycles of experience. The formation beneath Wang Fang's feet has also undergone numerous revisions, continuously improved and simplified. Had it been the original, unmodified formation, Wang Fang would likely have lacked even the mental energy required to initiate its operation.
Three blades form an equilateral triangle inserted above a circular array. In the world of steel alchemy, alchemists utilize mental power to manipulate the magic circle for transmutation, analyzing, decomposing, and reconstructing, adhering to the fundamental law of equivalent exchange, resulting in new substances with a constant total mass. Alchemy is the fusion of science and magic, and the circle represents the cycle of decomposition and reconstruction. The various patterns and characters within the circle illustrate the processes and formulas of material transformation.
The voice of the thinker is exceedingly unpleasant, as if it were a combination of countless people speaking. Having experienced countless events, what new sensations could it possibly bring him? He merely hopes that this time, he can see more through this door. Wang Fang did not respond; he simply extended his hands, relaxed his spirit, and deepened his conception of the refinement of this body once again. With his hands open, he embraced the truth that comes from the door.
The door is about to open, and in Wang Fang's resolute gaze, a thread of fighting spirit begins to spread. Come on, last time he was just a little short, and this time, his preparation will be even more abundant
It cannot be said that Xiao Taka's qualifications are too poor; anyone who can become a national alchemist surpasses the average person. However, when compared to other alchemists, Taka can only be considered at the bottom. Consequently, Wang Fang, who inherited Taka's legacy, can only be in the same position.
The body is continuously decomposing, and this body of Taka suddenly disappears from the real world, a world of black and white, the enormous door of truth, and the thinker in front of the door. Wang Fang merely gazes calmly at the thinker, welcoming the opening of the door, come on. "Strange human, why can't you see your curiosity?"
The entire magic circle illuminated at the moment Wang Fang pressed it, blue lightning manifested from the void, and the light it emitted overshadowed even that of the incandescent bulb, transforming the entire laboratory into a sea of blue.
A new door slowly rises from this void, Wang Fang gazes at it with intent, this door is ascending, the world is being reborn, what are the lines converging from the emptiness? Arriving in this void, having experienced several cycles of reincarnation, at first, Wang Fang was filled with despair, yet what can despair resolve? Unable to seek life, unable to seek death, time and again through reincarnation, time and again in despair
The great door slowly opened, and countless dark red infants leaped out from within, enveloping him. An unknown number of hands pulled and dragged him into the door, marking the beginning of a new life
The crack on the door, following the curved and split lines, continuously extends from the base to the top, this door is on the verge of destruction, and the world within the door is about to collapse
Wang Fang approached the iron cage holding a scalpel. First, with the elegance of a cat, he reached out, but the three-headed monster cat missed its strike. Anticipating this, Wang Fang skillfully brought the blade down, drawing a trace of blood. Then, with the strength of a bear, he excitedly picked up another knife and made a cut on the other monster bear. Finally, it was the eyes of an eagle
Fortunately, from the moment he saw hope, his character began to gradually transform, and he started to intentionally accumulate and change. After countless cycles, Wang Fang has fought with the Scarred Man multiple times, gaining rich combat experience and gradually becoming stronger. Now, he has finally welcomed the cycle of hope.
Wang Fang understood that the truth pouring into his mind at this moment was the truth of this world, boundless and endless. Although there was much, the part that could ultimately remain in his memory was extremely limited. His mental capacity was not great, and he only wished to remember the portion that was necessary.
This enormous gate is the Gate of Truth, and this gate supports a world
The door opened, and countless hands pulled Wang Fang in with force. Various images and an overwhelming amount of information flooded into Wang Fang's mind like a river in reverse, akin to the tide of the Qiantang River, instantly filling his brain. Pain, excruciating pain pierced through his heart; this was not a physical sensation but a soul-stirring agony, enough to make one feel as if they were dying and living at the same time. Yet, it seemed to have no effect on him; only the expression on his face had become distorted.