Fang Yu, the Fastest

"Damn it, damn it, damn it—damn it all!" Among all the contestants, one person had cursed Fang Yu hundreds of thousands of times in his heart. Yet he also knew that someone like Fang Yu was not someone the Alchemist Association could have prepared in advance. He could even guarantee that Fang Yu's alchemy had already surpassed the president of the Alchemist Guild. Under these circumstances, there was no need for any of them to compete at all, and his plan could not possibly succeed. Yet he was unwilling to accept it. He had paid such a huge price; if he failed to win the championship, how could he possibly reconcile himself to it? If he could not become champion, his fate upon returning was easy to imagine. If he failed to become president, he would undoubtedly die without a burial place. Even within the empire's Alchemist Guild, losing the presidency or failing to secure the president's position during an election never ended well.

How could he not curse Fang Yu hundreds of thousands of times under such circumstances?

Yet cursing Fang Yu hundreds of thousands of times was useless. It was completely useless, because he could not defeat Fang Yu.

"Where did that damned Alchemist Guild find such a person? He's terrifying! How can my plan possibly succeed now? But giving up like this is too damn frustrating. Damn him, damn him, damn him! Where the hell did this guy come from?"

Among the contestants, the vice president disguised as a young alchemist hated Fang Yu, who had appeared out of nowhere, to the core.

Fang Yu's appearance had utterly ruined his plan. If he wanted to carry it out, he would have to become a sixth-tier alchemist right now—but how was that possible? If he were a sixth-tier