Rebirth : The Alchemist's Path

"Well, well, kid, looks like you're not mute, just deaf. Let me teach you a lesson today!"

The lion-headed beastman snorted, immediately unleashing his divine power and swinging his hammer directly at Sylvus.

Sylvus, watching the incoming attack, remained calm, his eyes flashing with a crimson glow.

The next moment, the lion-headed beastman froze, the light in his eyes dimming as blood-colored light swirled around him.

Then, to everyone's astonishment, the beastman who was supposed to be attacking Sylvus swung his hammer towards the man beside him instead.

"Cuba, what are you doing?"

The man had not expected the lion-headed beastman to suddenly turn on him. Fortunately, he was a Celestial Deity, and though he was forced back by the blow, he wasn't injured.

The lion-headed beastman only responded with a roar, his eyes filled with savagery, and he swung the hammer again towards the man.

Seeing this, the man's face darkened.

He snorted coldly, and a longsword appeared in his hand. He became a blur of light, charging towards the beastman.

Given the man's Celestial Deity level, the lion-headed beastman was no match for him.

A tearing sound echoed, and the beastman's body went stiff before falling straight to the ground. The man's longsword was dripping with fresh blood.

Suddenly, a dozen powerful auras emerged from the distance, swiftly approaching them.

Within moments, over ten beastmen appeared at the summit.

"Lancelot, you owe me an explanation!"

Upon seeing the fallen beastman, a lion-headed beastman at the forefront of the group scowled at Lancelot, who had just struck.

"What explanation do you need?"

Lancelot looked at the beastmen indifferently.

Though they outnumbered him, he showed no sign of fear.

"Hmph, Lancelot, how dare you kill my brother! Are you trying to go against the entire Beastman tribe?"

The lion-headed beastman's eyes gleamed with malice.

"Someone like you isn't even worth it."

Lancelot's eyes were full of disdain.

He suspected that Cuba's attack was caused by Sylvus, but he didn't bother to explain. After all, he had indeed killed Cuba.

This surprised Sylvus, who watched the scene play out with amusement.

Not only were the beastmen numerous, but some of them were also Celestial Deities. Yet, Lancelot remained unfazed.

Sylvus had no intention of intervening, simply observing the events with a hint of mockery.

"Isn't that Kulo? He's a prince of the Beastman royal family. And who's that other guy? I don't think I've seen him before."

"You don't know? That's Lancelot, a warrior of the Divine Race. Rumor has it he's the offspring of a powerful figure from one of the divine temples—he's incredibly strong."

"He's Lancelot? I've heard he's already a Five-Star Celestial Deity and even defeated an Eight-Star Celestial Deity before."

"And isn't that Cuba lying on the ground? Did Lancelot kill him? No wonder there's a conflict."

As more and more people arrived at the summit, seeing the standoff between Lancelot and the beastmen, they began to whisper among themselves.

"Lancelot, don't think that just because you're from the Divine Race, you can do as you please. The Beastman tribe isn't to be trifled with!"

As the lion-headed beastman spoke, a dozen beastmen behind him released their auras, surrounding Lancelot.

"Kulo, do you dare make a move?"

Lancelot said calmly, though divine power surged within him, ready for battle at any moment.

Kulo clenched his teeth as he faced Lancelot.

The Divine Race—the most powerful race in the Divine Realm, because they were under the rule of the Divine Lord.

The Beastman tribe, while strong, was nothing compared to the Divine Lord.

A single powerful figure from a divine temple could easily sweep through the entire Beastman tribe.

Especially with Lancelot's special status.

Seeing Kulo remain silent, Lancelot sneered and ignored him, turning instead towards Sylvus. The other beastmen did not dare to stop him.

"Friend, I just blocked an attack for you—can you tell me what happened here?"

Lancelot asked Sylvus.

"I took the treasure. If you want to take it from me, you're welcome to try."

Sylvus said with a smile.

Hearing this, the eyes of the onlookers lit up with greed.

Many of them had already started to consider taking the treasure, and if Lancelot weren't here, they would have made their move already.

Lancelot frowned at Sylvus's response.

Although he had suspected this outcome, even if the treasure had been taken, the restriction on Giant Spirit Peak shouldn't have disappeared.

Sylvus wasn't the first person to obtain the treasure, and previously, there had been no such change.

Though puzzled, Lancelot knew Sylvus wouldn't give him any answers, or he would have said so earlier.

"If we're not fated for it, then I won't take it by force."

Lancelot gave Sylvus a deep look, then turned and flew away.

The surrounding beastmen could only watch and didn't dare make a move.

"Young master, what should we do now?"

One of the beastmen approached Kulo after Lancelot left.

Kulo's face darkened, filled with frustration.

If Lancelot weren't a member of the Divine Race with such a special status, Kulo would not have let this go.

"Since that kid took the treasure, let's just take it from him!"

Kulo's gaze shifted to Sylvus. He was already frustrated and, hearing that Sylvus had obtained the treasure of Giant Spirit Peak, naturally wanted to vent his anger.

"Kid, hand over the treasure of Giant Spirit Peak obediently, or you know what's coming."

One of the beastmen raised his longsword and growled at Sylvus.

The surrounding crowd frowned.

They, too, wanted the treasure, but with the Beastman tribe involved, they didn't want to start a conflict.

"If you have the ability, then come and take it."

Sylvus looked at the beastman calmly.

"Courting death!"

The beastman roared, swinging his longsword as he charged at Sylvus.

Sylvus shook his head. Cuba had died just like this moments ago.

"If so many of you want it, then I might as well kill you all."

Sylvus looked around—there were already hundreds of people at the summit, and more were arriving every moment.

Initially, he had planned to deal with everyone at the gate after seven days, but this seemed like a good opportunity to start collecting some interest early.

"Rage of Chaos!"

With that, Sylvus cast the forbidden spell, disappearing from sight.

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