Twenty Eight days have passed since Kent came to the Link family residence. But he still didn’t leave their library. Even the lady Lina thought of teaching alchemy to Kent after seeing his dedication.
On the 29th day…
A gentle, golden morning light streamed through the vast Link Family Library, illuminating countless towering shelves filled with ancient tomes. Among them, seated at a massive wooden table, Kent King slowly opened his eyes, a rare flicker of satisfaction playing across his sharp gaze.
Books lay scattered around him—manuals on Eternal Alchemy, Nine Avenue Fires, and ancient records of pill refining techniques.
He stretched lazily, rubbing his temples as he muttered to himself, “So that’s how alchemy in this world differs. Interesting… but still flawed in many ways.”
Kent had spent days immersing himself in the Link Family’s most advanced alchemical texts. The knowledge from the lower realms combined with this newfound information had given him insights that no other alchemist in this world possessed.
“I suppose it’s time to put theory into practice,” Kent mused, standing up.
With purposeful steps, he made his way toward the Alchemy Furnace Room, a place where only Link Family’s top alchemists were allowed to refine pills.
What he didn’t know was that today, he would shake the very foundation of the Link Family’s alchemical prestige.
The Alchemy Furnace Room was a grand hall lined with dozens of massive furnaces, some as tall as two-story buildings. Rows of cauldrons, spirit containers, and exotic herbs filled the room, their potent fragrances lingering in the air.
The room was empty at the moment—perfect for what Kent had planned.
Casually scanning the shelves, Kent picked up hundreds of raw materials with practiced ease. His movements were precise, as if he had been refining pills for centuries.
Without hesitation, he walked to the largest furnace in the room—a towering, ancient construct reserved solely for the Link Family Patriarch.
“This one will do nicely,” Kent smirked as he ran his fingers along the furnace’s cold metal.
Just as he was about to begin, an angry, sharp voice cut through the hall.
“STOP RIGHT THERE!”
Kent turned, unbothered, as Lina Link, the proud princess of the Link Family, stormed toward him.
Her eyes flared with disbelief. “What do you think you’re doing?! That’s the Azure Dragon Furnace—it’s NOT for the likes of you!”
Kent raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. “Oh? I just needed a furnace, and this one looked lonely.”
Lina clenched her fists, barely controlling her rage. “You idiotic brat! That furnace is only used by my father! Even I’m not allowed to touch it!”
Kent shrugged. “Then maybe your father should’ve hidden it better.”
Lina was about to call for guards when something unexpected happened.
A brilliant golden fire erupted in Kent’s palm, spiraling around his fingers like a living entity.
The flames spread, slithering down to the furnace’s bottom like a divine serpent, igniting the entire structure in an ethereal golden glow.
Lina’s breath hitched.
“This… this fire… what kind of flame is this?” she murmured in shock.
Before she could react further, a thunderous roar echoed through the chamber.
A massive shadow emerged from Kent’s special storage ring, unfurling its wings in a spectacular display.
Sparky—the Golden Dragon—had appeared.
Sparky, stretching his colossal body, let out a low rumble, eyes gleaming with intelligence.
Without waiting for instruction, he unleashed a torrent of golden flames onto the furnace, intensifying the heat to an unprecedented level.
The Azure Dragon Furnace, which had never been used to its full potential, roared to life as the sacred fire infused its metallic body, awakening powers that had been dormant for centuries.
The sheer heat and energy radiating from the furnace sent a shockwave through the estate.
Servants and alchemists rushed into the chamber, drawn by the immense spiritual pressure.
“What in the heavens is happening?!”
“Who’s using the Azure Dragon Furnace?!”
“Wait… is that… Kent King?!”
The murmurs of disbelief spread like wildfire.
The Link Family Patriarch, Don Link, stormed in with several elders, his face dark with fury. “Who dares touch my furnace?!”
But as his gaze landed on the sight before him—Kent King hovering calmly beside a fully awakened, golden fire-infused furnace—his breath caught in his throat.
“Impossible…”
Lina, still in shock, could only point at Kent. “H-He… he just walked in and started refining as if he’s been doing this for years!”
Kent, completely ignoring the commotion, began the pill refining process.
His hands moved gracefully as he tossed herbs, spirit liquids, and celestial powders into the furnace with expert precision.
Each ingredient grinded perfectly in his bare palms. The technique of grinding ingredients with bare palms needs years of practice. But Kent does it more perfectly than the patriarch of the Link family. That’s what surprised many elders of Link family.
Soon, the raw materials merged inside the furnace, forming a glowing, ethereal liquid within the furnace.
Minutes turned to hours. The air grew thick with anticipation.
The flames burned brighter, swirling into mesmerizing patterns, controlled entirely by Kent.
Then—something unprecedented happened.
A deep purple cloud formed above the furnace—a sign of a perfect pill refinement.
The crowd gasped in disbelief.
“A purple cloud?! That only appears when a pill reaches absolute perfection!”
“But… this brat has never refined a pill in his life!”
Patriarch Don Link’s eyes trembled. “That’s impossible. Even our best alchemists struggle to create a pill worthy of a purple cloud!”
As the final moment arrived, a blinding white light burst forth from the furnace.
Kent reached in and, without hesitation, pulled out a single, pristine white pill—a pill so pure that it radiated soft pulses of energy.
Lina, her voice barely above a whisper, asked, “What… is that pill?”
Kent twirled the pill between his fingers, smirking. “This? Just something I made for myself. A Stabilizing Pill for mid-Earth Immortal wizard.”
The entire hall fell into absolute silence.
Lina’s face paled. “You mean… you refined this… just for yourself?!”
Kent stretched his arms lazily. “Yeah. People take months, sometimes years, to stabilize their cultivation. I figured, why wait?”
The shock rippled through the crowd.
A servant muttered in horror, “He refined a perfect pill—just to stabilize his own breakthrough? What kind of monster is he?”
Patriarch Don Link, still speechless, examined the pill with shaking hands.
A moment later, he exhaled sharply and declared:
“This is… a pill of perfect quality… no impurities!”
The hall exploded with murmurs.
A perfect-quality pill—created by someone who had never practiced alchemy before.
Lina, struggling to comprehend what had just happened, whispered, “Just… who are you, Kent King?”
Kent smirked, casually tossing the pill into his mouth.
As the energy flooded his system, he looked at the stunned crowd and said, “I believe that makes me an alchemist here, doesn’t it? Create an alchemist name for me. Soon, I want to sell my pills for the Purple Cloud alchemist association. But mine are costly… please mention it to them.”
Everyone was watching in stunned state as Kent walked back into the library of the Link family.
The Link Family would never forget this day.
Because on this day, Kent King didn’t just refine a pill—he shattered the bad-name of Kaban-King.