The ingenuity of these Order Gods impressed even Hill, an Alchemy Grandmaster who had seen much of the world. Yet the methods they used to turn their wild ideas into reality only disgusted him.
But what could Hill do?
He had just learned a lesson from this world's ordeal: knowledge should not be divided into good and bad. What mattered was whether he could grasp it and learn it.
Any kind of knowledge might save his life at a critical moment.
Learning it without using it was proof that he still possessed normal human qualities.
But if disaster struck before his eyes and he had no idea what was happening, that would be his own foolishness.
So today, he carefully analyzed the things he might once have chosen not to look at, repeatedly considering what kind of crafting concepts they contained, rather than constantly wondering where they had come from and why they were so vicious.
Hill knew this was a sign of growth, but for some reason, he felt a little melancholy.
Sure enough, remaining a grown child forever was only possible in the old world, where one never had to worry about food or clothing. It might not have been a life of immense wealth, but one could live comfortably until the end.
Otherwise, unless one was born chaotic, who could live the life they wanted so carefree in a world like this?
One's own life was important, and so was everything one cherished.
Perhaps some were willing to give all that up for freedom, but Hill could not.
For the sake of what he cherished, Hill slowly tucked away, one by one, the barbs of willfulness on his body... not pulling them out yet, but they had indeed all bent down.
Thus, he had truly begun to