Transmutation
Author: ajengfelix
last update2025-11-22 00:57:12

The steel briefcase in Jean's hand hissed, alchemical acid searing its surface.

Jean didn't have time to assess the damage. The Neptune drone, with its single, viscous eye, fired a second blast of acid. If he used the briefcase again, the minerals inside might dissolve entirely.

"I can't let you win," Jean hissed.

He channeled pure alchemical energy into the air, but this time he wasn't looking for water. He was looking for cold. The room was an ice warehouse, and its cooling machinery was the perfect weapon.

Jean focused his mind on the freon pipes circling the ceiling. Transmutation. Rapid freeze.

The pipes screamed, and in an instant, all the coolant inside them flash-froze into solid ice crystals. Internal pressure exploded, not with fire, but with a sharp spray of ice shards.

*Pshhht!*

The ice shards rained down at lethal speed, impacting the mining drone. The first shard pierced its lens eye; the second shattered its muzzle. The drone shuddered violently, discharging thick black
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    Jean Valéry smiled—a smile that six months ago had broken the cartel’s power, and today became an irrevocable promise.“Then we shall discover the identity and origin of this new enemy, Mr. Shark. They did not expect that the ruler of this dirty port is now capable of negotiating in the deep water, and that negotiation always begins with forced transmutation.”With that cold-blooded vow spoken, the false calm fell away from Jean. He folded the Potion bottle into his robe pocket. To Le Requin, who stood rigidly beside him, Jean gave brief instructions: “Gather the 200 personnel prepared for the Baptism. Not in the hall. We will meet them at the wet dock.”The wet dock. The deepest area, near the exit path of the submarine *Pisces*, where the granite walls smelled strongly of iodine. There was no civilian laughter there, only the steam of salt water and the promise of absolute discipline.They moved down, no longer as cartel leaders, but as the General and Lieutenant of a navy never ack

  • clean garage operation

    The distinct aroma clinging to the Vieux-Port today is salt. Clean, salty, deadly salt. It is proof of the brutal peace Jean Valéry bought six months ago. The entire harbor floor is now coated in transmutation crystals—making the air cool and pure, and guaranteeing that no trace of the Cartel’s magic can thrive.The operation, which locals call the 'Clean Garage,' is actually the first open recruitment and training session for the Shadow Navy (ABS). Civilians clean dirty oil tanks and dark cargo. They are paid well and protected. They think they are cleaning physical trash. Jean and his men know the truth: they are cleaning a battlefield.From the surveillance balcony above the now-shining white pier, Jean watched with a flat demeanor, his black alchemy robe moving slowly in the sea breeze that no longer smelled of sulfur.“The cattle look happy,” Le Requin whispered from Jean’s side. The man nicknamed the Shark Boss looked leaner and neater in his new ABS service uniform. Fear of cha

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