The Promotion Begins

Amid the attention of countless elves in Anyost City of the Elf race, Abel, who knew nothing about it, sat in the center of the seclusion room. A woven grass mat lay there.

When he sat on the mat, he felt the faint coolness carried by the grass. Only then did he notice that the grass woven into the mat was actually all Soul Calming Grass, a special medicinal herb that could grow only in a magical environment.

Because Soul Calming Grass had a growth cycle of five hundred years, no human would cultivate this herb, despite its obvious calming effect on the soul. No human could provide a magical environment and wait five hundred years for a single herb to mature.

Only a race like the Elf race, which lived in nature and focused on potion-making among the Alchemists, would cultivate Soul Calming Grass.

Furthermore, the long lifespans of the Elf race made it easier for them to accept such a long wait. At the very least, they could witness Soul Calming Grass mature within their lifetimes.

The value of a cushion woven from such herbs could be imagined. It was already something that could not be measured with money.

After marveling at the Alchemist Guild's extravagance, Abel calmed himself and prepared to attempt his promotion to Alchemy Master.

Alchemists had many branches, with potion alchemists being only one of them. However, the Alchemy Patterns within all Alchemists were the same. The Alchemy Patterns were the foundation of all alchemy.

In this world, Alchemists relied on Alchemy Patterns to transform and refine materials in various ways, obtaining the results they desired.

First, he had to restore the Advanced Alchemy Pattern within his body to a liquid state. This process had to be completed through mental power, whose strength played