The next day, noon.
General White Plague stood in shock, his expression mixed with awe and greed. He had just sent Sabo—whom he both admired and would die for—out of Dawn Pharmacy.
It was clear that Sabo saw the immense value in these creations. The Star Federation might hesitate to speak openly about them, but in a federation like the Dawn Federation, where eight out of ten extraordinary individuals were warriors, these inventions were nothing short of revolutionary.
The technology of the Star Federation—Gundams, battleships, maglev trains—was out of their reach. Yet, these low-key, incredibly affordable creations were poised to make waves. The thought of them being auctioned off made Bai Yi smile—who could resist such an opportunity? It was as though money would be handed out for free.
Once the news broke, it would cause an uproar across the entire federation.
After Sabo left, Bai Yi exhaled deeply, glancing at the legendary level on his panel, which had risen to 53. With a satisfied nod, he made his way toward the laboratory.
Sabo had taken most of the materials from this recent haul, leaving only the soul crystal core and some hard-to-acquire items. Everything else had been handed over. Bai Yi trusted that Sabo could fetch a good price for them, using the proceeds to buy the materials Bai Yi needed for his work.
The transaction had been substantial—worth millions in gold coins—enough to cover White Plague's material needs for the entire month.
"Boss, our potions have sold out, and we have a long line of reservations. The wealthy businessmen who reserved their equipment are starting to get impatient," Irene said, hurrying to catch Bai Yi before he left.
Business had been booming for Bai Yi's potions. Though they were priced 20-30% higher than other places, his reputation was unmatched. The wealthy didn't care much about a few dozen silver coins or gold coins. What mattered to them was securing a relationship with this genius alchemist.
Bai Yi paused for a moment, responding casually, "I know, I'll take care of it soon."
He continued into the laboratory, stroking his chin in thought. It might be time to start looking for some alchemists to train as disciples. Although low-level potions could still grant experience, it was far more efficient to create potions at his own level.
But there was no rush for that now. His main focus was to unravel the mysteries of [Light and Darkness], and for the moment, everything else could wait.
Bai Yi closed his eyes, trying to attune himself to the sensation described in the expertise. It was supposed to be a type of blood power, a second face. He needed to activate it and investigate the strange cold sensation that had manifested in his body the previous day.
As his spiritual power began to flow through his body, Bai Yi found what he was looking for: a single drop of dark blue blood, lurking near his heart. Despite the pulsations of the surrounding blood, it remained still.
Tentatively, he reached out with his mental power to make contact with it.
In an instant, his heart began to race uncontrollably. His pupils contracted to pinpricks as a terrible sensation swept through him. It felt as though his heart was being gripped by an invisible hand, and it was an unsettling, painful experience.
Breathing heavily, Bai Yi could feel the drop of blood sink deeper into his heart, and with it, a freezing coldness washed over him, carrying an odd, strange energy.
Gradually, the coldness began to stabilize, and the unusual aura that had overtaken his body slowly subsided. He exhaled deeply, feeling himself return to normal. He extended a hand, inspecting his palm—still fair and unchanged.
Unsatisfied, Bai Yi summoned a worker bee from beneath his windbreaker, who quickly retrieved a mirror. He gazed into it, studying his reflection. He was still the same: dressed in a black windbreaker, his hair neatly styled, with the only notable difference being his crimson-red eyes, which gave him a slightly malevolent look. Aside from that, everything seemed the same.
But as he stood up, something felt different—his body felt weaker than before. It was subtle, but unmistakable.
He instinctively checked the panel, and what he saw confirmed his suspicion: the panel had changed completely.
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**[Host: White Plague (Dark)**
- Race: Human
- Template: Alchemist
- Occupation: None
- Level: 1 (0/300)
- Experience: 0
- Gold coins: 69,231
**Personal Attributes:**
- Strength: 3 (10)
- Agility: 3 (10)
- Endurance: 3 (10)
- Intelligence: 0 (109)
- Spirit: 3 (279)
- Charm: 6 (8)
- Luck: 1
Free Attribute Points: 20
Legend Degree: 0 (unknown)
Rank: None
Comment: An unknown ordinary person, nothing much to say.
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Bai Yi stared at the empty panel, his silence palpable. The expertise and soul remained, but everything else had been wiped away. It was as though his body was now disconnected from his previous identity—he didn't even have an occupation anymore.
His fists clenched in frustration. The body he inhabited now was nothing more than a normal 18-year-old male—weak and unused to physical exertion. His strength was pitifully low, and his soul and spirit were the only things keeping him connected to his previous form.
But beneath his frustration, excitement began to stir. If his body had been wiped clean, could this be an opportunity? He quickly tamped down the excitement. As the strange aura faded completely, Bai Yi felt himself return to his original state.
He moved toward a nearby table, where several materials lay scattered. With growing excitement, he began his analysis, examining the profound differences between his old and new bodies.
As time passed, his fascination deepened. This was no ordinary transformation—this was the power of [Light and Darkness].
He began to realize the potential of this duality. The two aspects of his power might be combined—light for wisdom and darkness for combat—forming a perfect blend of mage, warrior, and alchemist. It was an exciting thought, but Bai Yi soon checked his impulses.
Re-training himself would take too many resources and too much time, something Bai Yi wasn't willing to risk. The cost would outweigh the benefit.
For now, he chose to focus on alchemical transformation. Unlike mere technology or potion crafting, alchemical transformation allowed for body enhancement in a way that rivaled the power of warriors and assassins, though it came with its own risks.
Bai Yi had always hesitated to undergo such transformations because of the potential loss of his humanity. A mechanical body might live longer, but it would be devoid of feeling and thought. And flesh-and-blood transformations, while powerful, could have catastrophic mental side effects.
But now, with this dark blood coursing through him, the transformation felt like it might be the key to unlocking his true potential. Yet, he knew he needed more data—more tests—to ensure control over this new power.
His gaze shifted toward the City Lord's Mansion in the distance. The potential for greater transformation loomed. If the dark side could be controlled without affecting his mind, perhaps he could unlock even greater powers—powers that only a god might possess.
For now, Bai Yi knew he had to carefully consider his next steps. The alchemist's weakness had always been close combat, and that was where the dark side of his power could come into play.
And so, with a sharp breath, Bai Yi once again began his self-examination, preparing for the next phase of his transformation.