Alchemist Reborn: Ruler of the Immortal Legion

10

The concrete beneath Han Chen’s boots didn't just crack; it dissolved into a foul, black sludge that smelled like a million years of rot. The screech of collapsing skyscrapers around him wasn't just noise anymore—it was a jagged, rhythmic melody of a world being unmade.

Arkas City was dying, and the executioner was staring him in the face.

"Vorgath," Han Chen spat, a mixture of blood and bitter bile staining his lip. "You still smell like a stagnant pond, even after ten thousand years stuffed in this trench."

The creature, the Shadow-Gatekeeper, didn't bother with words. A thousand wet, red eyes across its gelatinous hide blinked in terrifying unison, emitting a wave of spiritual pressure that would have liquefied the organs of a lesser man. Behind it, the harbor was gone, replaced by a swirling vortex of ink that swallowed ships, shipping containers, and the screaming remains of the military's finest.

"Master... run..." Tigor’s voice crackled through a half-melted earpiece, accompanied by the haunting sound of butterfly wings.

Han Chen gripped the hilt of his combat knife until his knuckles turned white. "Shut up, Tigor. Save your breath to stay alive. If I don't give you permission to die, death wouldn't dare touch you."

"But... the girl..."

"I know who she is," Han Chen cut him off, his voice dropping to a sub-zero chill.

In the center of the nightmare, a small girl in a white dress stood perfectly still on the surface of the boiling water. She was an anomaly, a static point in the middle of a hurricane. The black butterfly on her finger flickered its wings, and every pulse sent a jolt of agony through Han Chen’s golden core.

Teacher.

The word echoed in his skull, triggering flashes of a life he had tried to bury. An ivory palace above the clouds. The scent of divine herbs. The face of a disciple who had smiled while burying a dagger in his back.

"You aren't her," Han Chen roared, his aura exploding outward, turning the water beneath his feet into instant steam. "She’s dead. I personally saw her soul turn to ash."

"This world is a cage, Teacher," the girl said, her voice crystal clear despite the chaos. "And a cage needs a warden. A warden needs a key. And you... you carry that key in your very blood."

Vorgath let out a guttural roar, a tentacle the size of a skyscraper sweeping toward Han Chen with enough force to level a district.

Han Chen didn't retreat. He lunged.

"Star-Crushing Technique: Core Ignition!"

He wasn't using a tool. He was using himself. Every scrap of energy from his Foundation-Forging Pill was forced into his right fist. The air around his hand distorted, creating a localized vacuum that sucked in the surrounding light.

BOOM.

The impact created a blinding shockwave of golden fire. The tentacle didn't just break; it vaporized, turned to ash before it could even splash into the bay. The ancient beast wailed, a sound that shattered every window within ten miles.

But as Han Chen prepared for a second strike, the sky above Arkas City simply... opened.

The moon, which had been a pale sliver moments ago, began to crack. Not a physical break, but a massive holographic projection peeling away to reveal a lens the size of a continent. A cold, blue light focused directly on Han Chen’s coordinates.

"Calamity Protocol Initiated," a flat, synthetic voice thundered from the heavens, drowning out the monster’s cries. "Target: Sovereign Alchemist. Status: Unbound. Action: Resetting Sector 7."

Han Chen looked up, his eyes narrowing. "Reset? You want to erase a city just because I woke up?"

"Don't blame the warden, Teacher," the girl said, her form beginning to splinter into a thousand black butterflies. "Blame yourself for being too bright in the dark. See you on the 'Real Earth'."

The blue beam from the moon struck.

It moved faster than thought. Han Chen had a micro-second. He could have used Void Step to vanish into another dimension, but he looked toward the Sector 7 base. Tigor was there. His ten men were there. Valerie was there.

"You want to play with energy?" Han Chen laughed, a jagged, mocking sound.

He slammed both palms into the surface of the black water.

"Forbidden Alchemy: World Transmutation!"

Han Chen wasn't trying to block the orbital strike. He was doing something insane. He was using the moon’s energy as a catalyst to transmute the entire Sector 7 district, forcing the physical atoms to shift frequencies.

The blue light hit.

The world stopped. No sound. No pain. Only a pure, blinding silence.

When Han Chen’s consciousness returned, the fishy stench of the harbor was gone. It was replaced by the heavy scent of wet earth and ancient, overgrown forests.

Han Chen opened his eyes. He was still standing in the same spot, but the harbor was no longer there. Arkas City as he knew it had been rewritten. The skyscrapers still stood, but they were choked by massive, thorn-covered vines. The cars in the street weren't rusted hulks; they were fused with the asphalt, covered in glowing moss.

The sky wasn't black or blue. It was emerald green, with two moons hanging low in the atmosphere.

"This..." Han Chen gasped, his chest tightening. The spiritual energy here was a thousand times denser than before, but it was wild, raw, and toxic.

In his palm, something felt warm. A small, golden seed pulsed with a soft light. The Origin Seed.

He looked around. In the distance, he saw Tigor and the nine others. They were alive, but their armor was shattered, and their skin was beginning to grow fine, golden scales from the sudden exposure to this new world’s energy.

"Tuan..." Tigor struggled to his feet, his eyes now glowing a solid, permanent gold. "Where are we? This isn't Arkas City anymore..."

"No," Han Chen replied, his gaze fixing on a piece of stone near his feet. It wasn't modern concrete. It was an ancient ruin with a carved inscription in a language he knew by heart.

"Welcome to the Second Tier: The Forgotten Continent."

Han Chen closed his hand over the seed. The girl was right. The modern world he had been living in was just a solitary confinement cell. And now, he had just been moved to the general population.

"Tigor, gather the men," Han Chen commanded, his voice returning to its cold, sovereign tone. "Throw away your guns. In this place, a bullet is no better than a pebble. It's time you learned how to kill with your souls."