Giving Birth

Too outrageous. Too unbelievable. Too terrifying.

Dole had only been refining for a minute, yet countless finished components had already piled up at his feet. That speed simply frightened everyone out of their wits.

The alchemists were already dumbstruck, their mouths hanging open. Even Fire King Patriarch was staring at Dole with an incredulous expression.

This was the power of the Storm Meditation Method. This was the wonder of mental division. So many materials moving at once—what kind of mental computational capacity did that require?

He thought it over carefully, only to discover dejectedly that even if he began learning it now, he likely could never reach such a level.

It was simply too unbelievable.

Was he even human?

Still, fast as Dole was, building a level-seven wizard tower would take at least two or three days. Yet the thought of building a level-seven wizard tower in less than three days was terrifying enough.

This was practically robbery.

Daphne stared at Dole, her face full of shock. Beside her, Elreya's eyes were practically sparkling with countless little stars. This was far too amazing. As expected of a super genius—these alchemical methods would be terrifying even if used to fight people. Those Hands of Magic alone would be frightening enough if thrown out to smash someone.

The Hand of Magic was not a high-level spell; it was only level zero. However, it could rise in strength according to its user's level. The Hands of Magic released by level-seven Dole were majestic and grand, clearly no weaker than a level-six spell. It was absurdly powerful. Even without using them for alchemy, they would be formidable weapons for crushing people.

Was this still human? This was practically a god.

Around the alchemy site, those who had initially held grievances against Dole now had