"Oh man, that was amazing." As the guests got out of the alchemy guild, they expressed their feelings.
"Who would have thought we would watch something so frigging... Aye, Best $50 I've spent in my life." While the guests spoke of the experience they had, those who didn't have the chance to watch the grand test came to ask.
"Hey, what was going on inside?" Random 1 asked.
"Nah, man, I ain't telling." Rando 2, who was just talking about how this was the best experience he had in his life, replied.
"Fuck you, just speak, you stingy fuck." Rando 1, cursed.
"$500, and I'll tell you." Rando 2 smiled and offered.
"Yeah, put that up your arse." Rando 1 cursed and left.
"Asshole." Rando 2 cursed back while laughing to himself, no way he's telling for free.
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After finishing his alchemy test, Palkus was informed that his robe and badge would be found in the guild once he finished his blacksmith test.
Before he left, he was told that becoming the alchemy king was hard.
He had to participate in a head-to-head contest with the current king to see who's the better alchemist, and truthfully speaking, Palkus would have to show his full might if he wanted to beat the alchemy king of the dwarfelven continent.
The alchemy king wasn't actually the best alchemist of Portalia, that was the alchemy emperor. The first title was reserved for the best mortal alchemist, while the latter was for the actual best.
The alchemy king was not present at the moment, so the actual contest would only be held after he returned.
Aside from that, he was also asked many questions about how he was able to use laws without being an EX-rank and if he could use them in fight.
Palkus, not surprised by the rough attitude of the dwarves, did not mind the little palm he had just received.
The room was dimly lit; the only flame lighting the atmosphere was the one in the furnace.
It was also quite small; all kinds of hammers, anvils, ores, and swords were thrown all around, showing the chaotic personalities of the dwarves.
"You have one try; take this law, meteorite, and make something good." Out of nowhere, a blacksmith approached Palkus, threw some ores on the ground, gave him his task, and walked backwards.
Palkus looked behind him to see the fiery eyes of the dwarves, then down at the ores, and lastly at the hammer that was on top of an anvil.
Without waiting any longer, he walked towards the furnace, the ores floating behind him.
He closed his eyes and the dark strings of fire law appeared. They flew towards the flame that was already burning in the little hole of the furnace and changed its color to black as the temperature around the room exploded upwards.
"Ooh, Nice little flame you've got there." Some dwarf commented.
Palkus, however, didn't hear him; he threw the various ores, including the law meteorite, a glowing white rock, and heated them until they were perfectly melted.
After that, he moved on to the hammering process as he took the melted ores and walked all the way to the anvil.
The dwarves watched attentively, as until now, the young man did not used any special technique. But that quickly changed.
*Pam* *Pam* *Pampam* *Pam* *Pam* *Pampam*
The sounds of hammering rang on until Palkus was satisfied. The remaining processes were easily completed, and by the end of it all...
"This... Y- you passed!"
-----To-Be-Continued-----