"Gute should just quit being an alchemist. He'd be better suited as some prankster overlord."
After making his way through the many mechanisms and traps Gute had set up in his tower, Yan Lin had to admire how many ways the man had come up with to torment people.
The moment one entered, clouds of unbearably itchy black powder would be released. Once inside, there were trap after trap waiting.
Muscle-Paralyzing Powder, winding paths that seemed to lead nowhere, Thunder Crystal Passages that could electrocute people without consequence...
Each trial was more difficult than the last. If Yan Lin and Hai Bodong had not been so powerful, they might truly have fallen victim to his pranks and failed to reach the real treasure chamber.
Fortunately, though Gute was strange, he was still a decent person. None of his traps were lethal; they merely taught intruders a lesson.
Of course, against Yan Lin and Hai Bodong, Gute's little tricks naturally had no effect.
After enduring several waves of bizarre attacks, Yan Lin and Hai Bodong reached the top floor of the strange building without a scratch.
They headed down the corridor toward a wooden door at its end. Beyond it lay Gute's treasure chamber.
That was how Yan Lin remembered it.
However, in front of Hai Bodong, Yan Lin claimed that he had sensed things with his Soul Perception, or simply said he had guessed.
"This old fellow really is somewhat unserious compared to his younger brother."
Looking at the few holes in his clothes that had been melted by a splash of corrosive liquid from a basin near the stairway, Hai Bodong could not help grumbling about Gute, this alchemist, as he walked down the corridor.
He could have been a respected alchemist, yet he insisted on dabbling in these