Chapter 100: Saving? A Vibration, An Independent System

To confirm further, Tang Zheng had Furia use the "Object Location" spell again.

The result!

Furia wore a look of bewilderment, having gained nothing; he even suspected that he wasn't proficient enough in this spell, causing the activation to fail.

Tang Zheng, however, saw the notification on his attribute panel and knew clearly that the other party hadn't failed, but rather that "Object Location" could not be cast upon him.

"Would you like me to try again?" Furia asked, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"You've already gone to the trouble, no need," Tang Zheng said with a wave of his hand and a smile.

He was now certain that "remote spying" type spells would not work on him. In the future, the only things he would need to strategically counter were perception-type spells.

"I ordered some food just now; if you two don't mind, please feel free to enjoy it."

"I have some matters to attend to, so I shall take my leave first," Tang Zheng said, an apologetic look on his face as he stood up.

"Although this restaurant is small, the prices aren't cheap," Furia said, his golden eyebrows arching as he playfully nudged Arche, who was sitting uneasily beside him.

"I'll see you out."

Arche stood up abruptly, her cheeks slightly flushed.

Watching Tang Zheng and the flustered Arche head out of the restaurant, Furia picked up his coffee-like drink and let out a strange, low chuckle.

"I never expected Arche to know such a handsome guy, and he has black hair too—looking at the roots, it doesn't seem dyed."

Outside the restaurant.

Arche stared at the ten gold coins in her hand with her blue pupils, slightly dazed.

Because she suddenly realized.

It seemed that until now, she didn't even know Tang Zheng's name, and he hadn't introduced himself at all.

On the bustling long street.

Carriages sped along the central road, and soldiers in armor could be seen patrolling the streets from time to time.

Being near the Imperial Magic Academy, the safety here was clearly much higher than in other areas.

On the streets on both sides, besides the majority of commoners in plain clothes, there was no shortage of adventurers with weapons hanging at their waists or on their backs.

The closer one got to the central plaza, the more people dressed in strange and eccentric ways appeared.

Tang Zheng’s loose priest robe draped over his lowered arms, swaying slightly with his walking motion, while the Lesser Evil Spirit Dog followed closely behind.

"I need to speed things up."

Tang Zheng thought silently to himself.

Especially after seeing the miserable future of Arche, this thought had become much stronger.

Save her?

Tang Zheng considered himself to have never held such a condescending attitude.

Because even he wasn't sure if he could be safe in the future.

If the young girl before him needed saving, then what of the 100,000 soldiers of the Re-Estize Kingdom who were sacrificed all at once, or the people of the "Holy Kingdom" in the future who would be slaughtered and skinned by Demiurge like two-legged sheep?

Were the people of the Holy Kingdom, who were kept like livestock using intelligence-lowering magic, in even greater need of saving?

He was not a savior, nor did he want to become one.

Tang Zheng didn't mind saving a few people along the path he was traveling, but he wouldn't go out of his way to do so.

As a player, someone who could grow stronger through killing.

Tang Zheng believed that the fact he hadn't killed any innocents indiscriminately so far was the highest form of reverence for life.

"Hm?"

Tang Zheng paused his steps and turned his head to look across the street, finding no figures worth noting.

An illusion?

As Tang Zheng walked away, a figure wrapped in a tattered gray robe in an inconspicuous corner across the street slowly lifted their head.

Their obscure gaze fixed on the departing Tang Zheng, wondering what they were thinking.

From the slender frame faintly visible beneath the gray robe, it could be seen that the person was a woman.

Over the next two days.

With Imina secretly and continuously spreading the word, more and more people learned that a mysterious alchemist living in the noble district could treat severe injuries left by disabilities.

This instantly caused a sensation among the adventurers and workers.

Especially since the treatment process was free.

If it were merely "free," it would be the least credible thing to these people who lived on the edge of a blade, for they never believed in free lunches.

But the rumor that the premise of "free" was actually to act as a test subject for the alchemist's newly developed potions—which could very likely cause death—actually dispelled the vigilance in most people's hearts. Even so, no one dared to be the first to eat the crab.

This resulted in the news spreading more and more intensely, with people discussing it in most taverns, yet no one truly dared to head to the noble district.

This resulted in the news spreading ever more fiercely, with people discussing it in most taverns, yet not a single person actually dared to head to the noble district.

Two people dressed in poverty knocked on the gate of the courtyard where Tang Zheng lived.

These two were a father and son.

One was a middle-aged man of only about 30 years old with dark skin but a head of white hair; the other was his son, a boy carried in a wooden crate whose legs had been amputated.

One was a middle-aged man of only about thirty years old with dark skin but a full head of white hair, and the other was his son, a boy whose legs had been amputated, carried in a wooden basket.

The various adventurer teams and worker teams that had been keeping an eye on this place immediately took action.

In addition, there were various workshops and the Herbalist Guild, and even the Adventurer's Guild had dispatched personnel.

If this were in the past, a mere low-level copper-ranked adventurer wouldn't be worth noting, but Tang Zheng was not only an adventurer, but also a highly skilled alchemist.

Under the investigation of various factions, the identities of this father and son were quickly uncovered.

They were farmers living in a small village outside the imperial capital; the reason the son had no legs was that they had been whipped off by a minor noble several years ago.

Due to delayed treatment, necrosis set in, and they had to be amputated.

Because the treatment was delayed, necrosis set in, and it had to be helplessly amputated.

Time passed bit by bit.

Under the patient observation of all parties, it wasn't until near dusk that the father and son walked out from the heavy brown gate.

That's right, they walked out.

The farmer's son had actually regrown his legs!

That farmer's son had actually regrown his legs!

An invisible vibration spread rapidly; a large number of adventurers and workers had eyes shining with excitement. This kind of alchemy potion was practically a second life for them.

Compared to death, what many feared more was becoming a disabled waste!

Also feeling the shock were the Herbalist Guild and the various pharmaceutical workshops; for them, this was truly incredible.

In the philosophy of all pharmacists, alchemy had always been merely an auxiliary, and solutions made solely through alchemy were not of high value.

Even the diluted regeneration potions that Tang Zheng had sold through Imina previously didn't count for much to the various parties in the Herbalist Guild.

What they truly cared about was the technique Tang Zheng used to create therapeutic effects using troll blood.

What they truly cared about was how Tang Zheng used troll blood to create a technique with healing effects.

The appearance of this magical alchemy potion that could regenerate limbs shattered the understanding of all pharmacists.

This meant that alchemy was not just a means to assist pharmacists in making healing potions, but an independent system!

The moment the father and son stepped out of the noble district, before most people could react, a carriage suddenly appeared and took them away.

It wasn't until the next day that the father and son reappeared in the view of many, leaving the imperial capital. Clearly, someone had specifically gone to verify the healing effect of the alchemy potion.

It was not until the next day that this pair of father and son reappeared in the view of many people and left the imperial capital; clearly, someone had gone specifically to verify the healing effects of the alchemical potion.

Just as dawn was breaking, someone knocked on the heavy brown gate again.

Tang Zheng was startled when he opened the door, because a large crowd had already gathered at the entrance—some dressed gorgeously, some plainly, and many looking like sturdy and fierce adventurers.

But the common trait of this group was that they all had some degree of disability.

A place like the noble district was usually a forbidden zone for adventurers and workers; it wasn't that they weren't allowed in, but for these people, the environment here simply didn't suit them.

Tang Zheng scanned these people, his gaze sweeping to the very back and the left and right sides, where ten soldiers in fine armor were dispersed.

They were guards specifically patrolling the noble district.

However, unlike usual, these guards were not driving away the large number of people gathered here; they seemed to be there only to prevent chaos, not interfering with anything else.

However, unlike usual, this group of guards did not drive away the large crowd gathered here, seemingly only there to prevent chaos and not interfering with anything else.

Tang Zheng's eyes flashed; he withdrew his gaze from the guards and looked back at the group of people who were looking at him with eager eyes.

Tang Zheng’s eyes flashed; he withdrew his gaze from this group of guards and looked back at the crowd who were staring at him expectantly.

Tang Zheng spat out the three words expressionlessly.

The crowd present was stunned, immediately understanding the meaning of Tang Zheng's words. The atmosphere, which had been relatively harmonious, suddenly became tense.

Everyone present was stunned, immediately understanding the meaning in Tang Zheng’s words, and the atmosphere, which had been quite harmonious, suddenly became tense.

Clip-clop!

Rumble~

The sound of rapid hoofbeats and rolling wheels rang out.

A luxuriously decorated carriage pulled by two horses appeared in everyone's view, interrupting the tense atmosphere at the scene.

The crowd gathered at the entrance saw that the carriage showed no signs of slowing down, and although they wore ugly expressions, they still took the initiative to clear a path in the middle.

However, unlike what everyone imagined—that it would just drive past them—the luxury carriage stopped voluntarily when it reached the courtyard gate.

However, contrary to what everyone imagined—that it would drive past them—the luxurious carriage took the initiative to stop when it reached the courtyard entrance.

The wooden door of the carriage pushed open, and a figure dressed like a butler stepped down first, then respectfully took out a stool and placed it on the ground.

The wooden door of the carriage was pushed open, and a figure dressed like a butler stepped out first, then respectfully took out a stool and placed it on the ground.

Next, a golden-haired youth who looked to be only about twenty years old, holding a ruby scepter, stepped down from the carriage.

(End of chapter)