Rebirth : The Alchemist's Path

In the land of Eslar, In the Boc Empire, lies the Sacred City of Yatifry.

Three thousand years ago, the undead invaded the entire continent of Eslar, forcing humans, dwarves, and elves to unite in battle.

Although the undead were eventually driven out by the joint forces of the three races, all of the powerful Archmages perished.

This battle came to be known as the "Holy War of Fallen Rulers."

The sacred city of Yatifry was named after Lanster-Yatifry, one of the strongest Archmages among humans.

As the capital, the city is bustling, with streets full of people.

At the heart of the sacred city stands a massive three-meter-high statue of Archmage Lanster-Yatifry.

At this moment, countless people are gathered around the statue, holding flowers in tribute.

Passing the statue and following the main road for several miles, there is a narrow and deep alley at the corner.

Entering the alley and walking for 300 to 400 meters, you'll find a small shop called "Eastern Elixir Shop" with its doors open.

The shop is small, with several shelves displaying products.

Inside, a man stood, looking helplessly at the items on the shelves.

"Unfortunately, I can only look at these elixirs without using them. If I could, I would quickly become one of the top powerhouses in this world."

His name was **Sylvus Gryphon**, a 25-year-old from Earth.

Two days ago, he had transmigrated to this land of Eslar and gained access to an elixir system.

This small shop was created by the system, and everything on the shelves was filled with various types of elixirs.

Sylvus felt a deep sense of frustration because he wasn't yet qualified to consume these elixirs.

In order to use them, he had to reach a certain level of cultivation; otherwise, consuming them would result in his body exploding and death.

If he didn't want to become the first transmigrator to commit suicide, he would have already swallowed that Grade Nine Golden Rebirth Pill.

"I don't know when I'll be able to start making money. The system said that as soon as I earn my first gold, I'll unlock a newbie gift package."

Sylvus thought to himself.

The shop had been open for two days, and although a few people had visited, they quickly left after seeing the prices, leaving behind the words: "Greedy merchant."

The prices of the elixirs in the shop were indeed exorbitant. Even a basic Grade One elixir cost at least one magic crystal.

1 magic crystal = 100 gold coins = 10,000 silver coins = 1,000,000 copper coins.

The living expenses of an ordinary family for an entire year amounted to just one magic crystal, so they couldn't possibly afford such a sum to buy elixirs.

After all, this was a world of swords and magic, where no one had ever heard of elixirs. Perhaps if it were potions, people might be willing to spend.

"Three hours are almost up. Looks like today's business is another bust," Sylvus thought, ready to close up shop.

According to the system's rules, the shop could only be open for three hours a day, with Sylvus allowed to choose the specific time.

"Suddenly…"

As he approached the door, a spatial crack appeared, and an old man fell at Sylvus' feet.

"What the hell? Are you trying to scam me?"

Startled, Sylvus jumped back a couple of steps. He never expected to encounter a scammer in this otherworld.

"Help...me..."

The old man lay on the ground, looking weak, surrounded by an aura of blood.

Though he spoke only two words, it seemed to take all of his strength.

Sylvus snapped out of his surprise and examined the old man carefully, realizing that he was injured.

A fist-sized hole was gaping in the man's chest, still bleeding.

"Huh? This guy's strength has reached the level of a Saint Archmage."

Although the old man's aura was fading, Sylvus used his system's scanning function to quickly confirm his level.

The hierarchy of mages in this world is divided into: Mage Apprentice, Mage , Archmages , Grand Archmage, Sage Archmage, Mage King, Saint Archmage , Mage Emperor , Mage Ruler.

Each major realm is further divided into nine stars.

The old man before him was clearly a Nine-Star Saint Archmage.

Such strength ranked him among the top powerhouses in all of Eslar.

And yet, even with such power, he had been gravely injured.

Sylvus had no idea what had happened to him, but there was one thing he did know.

Business had arrived!

As a Saint Archmage of this level, the old man must be rich. If Sylvus could heal him with the elixirs from his shop, he would earn his first gold.

"Old man, do you need healing? It just so happens that my shop has elixirs that can help. Want to give it a try?"

Sylvus smiled and asked the old man.

"I...I..."

The old man tried to speak, but found his injuries too severe, leaving him without the strength to utter another word.

"Alright, I'll take that as a yes."

Sylvus smiled slightly and walked over to the shelves.

After searching for a while, he finally took out a Grade Eight Great Rejuvenation Pill.

This elixir was worth a million magic crystals, and while it seemed expensive, the old man's strength should allow him to afford it.

Sylvus approached the old man with the elixir in hand, and a fragrant scent wafted into the man's nose.

His frail body seemed to gain a bit of strength just from the smell.

The old man's eyes brightened. Though he didn't know what kind of pill Sylvus was holding, it seemed like it might actually heal him. And with no other options left, he decided to trust him.

With Sylvus' help, the old man quickly swallowed the pill.

The elixir melted in his mouth, and a cool sensation instantly spread throughout his body.

His previously dormant magic energy seemed to awaken, rapidly repairing his injuries.

Within just a few breaths, the old man regained some strength and sat in a meditative pose, closing his eyes as his aura began to recover quickly.

"It looks like I'm about to earn my first gold."

Watching the old man, Sylvus grinned.

The system's elixirs were indeed extraordinary—the healing speed was incredible.

The gaping wound in the old man's chest was healing visibly, and his aura was growing stronger.

In less than a minute, the old man opened his eyes, astonished to find that the gaping hole in his chest had vanished without a trace—even the scar was gone.

"Young man, what did you just give me? The healing effect is far superior to any Grade Eight restorative potion I've ever seen."

The old man asked Sylvus, eyes wide with amazement.

His injuries had been so severe that his heart had nearly been severed.

Even a Grade Nine Life Potion wouldn't have been able to fully restore him, let alone so quickly.

And yet, not only had his injuries healed completely, but some of his old ailments had also been cured, and his power seemed to be increasing.

"Old man, I am a businessman. Don't you think it's time to settle the bill for that elixir?"

Sylvus spread his hands, smiling, indicating it was time for payment.