Inside the Room of Requirement.
A bright radiance shone like a tiny sun.
It was not lamplight.
It was the super flame Ian used for alchemy experiments.
The air was thick with the scorched smell of smelted metal. All sorts of alchemical blueprints hung from the walls, while messy runes and formulas crawled across parchment like spider webs.
One glance was enough to identify them as incomprehensible scribbles.
How should he put it?
Perhaps this could count as an anti-theft measure. He could keep his own blueprints while ensuring that no one outside could understand them, much like how no one could make sense of a doctor's prescription.
"I don't mind people plagiarizing my techniques, but I have to stop them from stealing my ideas and using them to go down in history!" Ian had every confidence that his name would be recorded in history. Immersed in his world of alchemy, he had a pile of strange Magic Materials laid out before him, metal parts glinting coldly in the dim light.
Magic Crystals gave off a faint, eerie glow.
Ian's hands were covered in black grease, and there were several smudges on his forehead. His hair was slightly messy from all his work, yet his eyes burned fiercely, as though two blue flames were blazing within them.
This was passion!
Passion for alchemy!
Driven by that passion, Ian completed three alchemical creations in a single afternoon. Aside from their underlying concepts, their internal structures and magic runes were all different.
"This output speed is practically comparable to fully automated cybernetic manufacturing!" Ian was extremely pleased with how quickly he had produced his creations. Three brand-new Gatlings had already taken shape.
Their bodies were forged from a peculiar black metal, their surfaces engraved with complex, mysterious Magic Runes. Those runes were