Home Is the Executioner

Nothing could stop an alchemist's thirst for knowledge.

Just as human ambition had never been restrained, it was no different from so-called "hope," so-called "ideals," or so-called "desire."

Whether they were given beautiful names or evil titles, their essence was no different.

If the living bore original sin, then that sin had accompanied life from the moment one opened one's eyes.

For Helios's alchemists, the existence of that sin was even more important.

A soul that lost its thirst for knowledge had no value in existing. Achievements that were satisfied with the status quo had no meaning in being preserved. What kind of alchemist no longer desired more?!

For that "thirst for knowledge" reaching toward hell, they had paid countless sacrifices. Even their souls and lives had been offered, yet they still refused to learn their lesson and refused to stop.

To wield the power of gods, one needed talent worthy of it.

If they lacked the talent, then they would rely on those who possessed it! If they could not obtain talent, then they would create talent itself!

That was the origin that had destined everything now.

To forge an alchemist capable of taking that step, they had spent long ages and endless costs, gathering every usable technique and overcoming every obstacle standing in their path.

Not only Essence Studies, Soul Studies, and Creation Studies in alchemy... but also the scholars' genetics, life sciences, eugenics, and more, more, more!

Every technique that could be used had to be acquired.

Every force that could offer assistance had to be put into it.

Enduring hardship, exploring the unknown, overcoming difficulties.

What they had finally produced was an artificial existence known as a Grandmaster!

When everyone had nearly fallen into despair, it descended like salvation!

Every price had been worth it!

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