Transmutation for Jake had always been a bit out of the ordinary compared to other alchemists, especially after he began to play around with all that Origin stuff. But one had to remember that the precursor to all that was Jake experimenting with combining transmutation and his arcane affinity.There had been a lot of trial and error on his transmutation journey as a level 0, and throughout it all, he had leaned on the experience he had from Touch of the Malefic Viper, which he’d also practiced with extensively. When he first began practicing using it for transmutation, he had instantly jumped to using his arcane affinity, which to Jake meant that his arcane affinity was well suited for transmutation… or maybe it was just well suited for Jake to infuse into everything he used.That was exactly what Jake was trying to do… though it did turn out to be quite a bit harder without the Malefic Viper Legacy skill. However, that didn’t mean Jake wasn’t confident. As mentioned before, Jake’s c

Pietra looked through the newly arrived shipment and picked out the best silk from what was left. Most of it had already been taken by the other seamstresses, and Pietra felt lucky that at least some had been left behind she could work with.If not, it would be hard to ever save up and buy their freedom, not to mention pay the monthly dues.Putting all she could get in her spatial bag, she paid at the exit of the warehouse before heading home for the day. Renting a spatial bag had luckily gotten quite cheap recently, as their clan had a lot fewer members than they used to.On the way home, she couldn’t help but peek at her neighbor’s small residence. It looked worse by the day due to a lack of maintenance, but Pietra couldn’t really say anything. They had lost the patriarch of their family and thus their position, despite him being the late son of an elder… Alas, all that was from the days of old.Getting home, Pietra smiled the moment she opened the door, fighting through any feeling

The nine elders of the Willowood tribe. They used to look so scary to Meira; even her own grandfather had always had a frightening aura about him. One of absolute power that commanded respect. They were all C-grades, and Meira remembered thinking their power and position were utterly unattainable for someone like her.But now, sitting across a table from these nine, Meira felt no fear or apprehension. She no longer saw nine unapproachable existences. Instead, she saw nine aging men and women trying to suppress their fear of the A-grade administrator and S-grade dragonkin. This was mixed with a good deal of confusion from the two standing behind Meira, who was the only one of them sitting at the table. Their meeting occurred inside the clan’s “main house,” where only the elders and high-ranking members usually were allowed.One of the elders in the room looked more out of place than any other. Meira couldn’t really blame him either. Just a few years ago, he had been someone Meira hadn’

Jake seriously questioned the validity of what Gudrun had just done. No, not how the magic worked or if the strategy was good, but how the hell she had even pulled it off. The massive sand mound she had summoned had to cost a shitload of mana, and what’s more, the sand was still running down its sides like water, making it borderline impossible to climb. That had to have a constant mana upkeep, right?Yet upon scanning her, it looked like she had barely touched her own mana pool.Looking at the mound through his sphere, he soon spotted how it worked. Within the sand were two spears she had stabbed into it, both pumping out mana and feeding the entire formation. Rather than supplying anything herself, she instead used them as catalysts and batteries.That was when Jake came up with a theory…The announcer had said that Gudrun did not participate in these matches very often and had taken her time, yet he also knew that she did a Show Match every single week. This begged the question… Wh

Jake spent far longer than he would have liked to get home. How in the hell had an entire crowd even managed to gather outside the arena in the relatively short time spent just talking to the Battlemaster? He had no idea, but they somehow had. There were thousands upon thousands of spectators who wanted to see the new Champion and celebrate him.While he had wanted to avoid them entirely, Jake somehow ended up spending nearly an hour placating the crowd before using his injuries as an excuse to head back to the small townhouse. Speaking of the townhouse, Jake had been offered other accommodations since he hit Warlord, but he really didn’t want to move around anymore. He only ever slept or sat in meditation within the townhouse anyway, so why would he need a fancier temporary home?At least his fans were nice enough to not follow him home, and when he got there, he saw Polly and Owen both already inside, having even set up the table with some snacks.Jake, already feeling a bit better