Convergence of Time and Space 3

True "life alchemy" creations had to be nurtured for at least seven years in an environment completely isolated from external magical interference. During that time, they needed to be watered daily with stardust and "programmed" through the chanting of ancient incantations.

Once born, their magical growth curve would explode exponentially, far surpassing that of natural-born wizards.

More importantly, such creations were nearly immune to conventional magical defenses, because their very existence was a reinterpretation of the laws of magic.

"I think this possibility is more likely." Saruman's breathing grew slightly rapid. If the owner of that voice was one of those... things, then everything made sense.

That terrifying magic had not been accumulated over time; it had been a "talent setting" loaded to full capacity straight from the factory.

The more he thought about it.

The more Saruman leaned toward this conclusion.

It was no wonder Saruman could think so much after hearing a single spell.

Geniuses were all proud.

The favored ones of heaven even more so.

Therefore.

Only by thinking this way.

Could Saruman feel even slightly more balanced inside.

For the sake of his own peace of mind, Saruman's memories surged wildly. He suddenly recalled that thirty years ago, in the underground Chamber of Secrets of an abandoned alchemy workshop somewhere in Eastern Europe, he had seen a perfectly preserved infant corpse—its skin as white as porcelain, its empty eye sockets glowing with silver light.

There had been no heart in the infant's chest.

Only a tiny fragment of the Philosopher's Stone, rotating slowly. At the time, he had thought it was a failed product. Looking back now, perhaps it had merely been an unfinished product whose experiment had been interrupted midway.

Perhaps true "life alchemy" creations had long since been controlled by someone, used for tasks