It Still Has to Thank Me!
The long night passed without his noticing.
When the alarm rang inside the temporary Workshop in the carriage, Ji Jue only belatedly realized that morning had arrived.
With the Chosen One's physique, staying up all night was no big deal. Besides, he had gotten plenty of rest on the road. After a night of hard work, when the furnace opened once more, brilliant silver light illuminated his eyes.
"Mission accomplished!"
Ji Jue grinned. "Thank you, Ball Bro!"
[We're fucking bros. What're you being polite for?] Devil-Crafted Ball replied calmly. [Haven't seen you in a while, and your skills have improved. At this level, if you brush up on your theory, you could probably go take the licensing exam.]
"I'm still far from that."
Ji Jue shook his head. He knew his own situation best. He had not gotten so full of himself that he thought a few months were enough to cross the gate that had trapped who knows how many people for countless years.
His weaknesses were simply too severe.
Among all his current skills, aside from the ever-improving Disintegration Art, the one he had practiced most proficiently was Fluid Alchemy. After all, it worked exceptionally well alongside Non-Aggression without relying on a Workshop—but he could not use it to apply for a license.
His Modern Alchemy was not at a low level, but nearly all of it was invested in practical application. He could not say it was entirely due to his own efforts, but the insights brought about by Deus Ex Machina while it digested the Supreme Goodness Essence definitely accounted for over ninety percent. Since his theoretical knowledge could not keep up, he could only copy the answers. He did not even understand why a particular number had to be