There is an arrogant alchemist who tries to challenge the gods and creates a tower leading to the throne of the gods.

He knew that new life did not originate from mother, but from corruption. In order to create life like God, he sealed his seeds in horse manure and used fire to deteriorate it.

This work took sixty-six days, and then he finally made a child with his skills—

"Homhain, are you graduated?"

Looking at the fat man who was packing his luggage around the room, the girl asked in confusion. After all, the man was complaining a few days ago about not being able to graduate.

The chubby man buried his head in packing his luggage and said, "It's not really difficult to graduate. Just give up my own theory, translate a few ancient documents in a pretentious manner, improve the formula, and then apply Jabir's theory to explain it, and it will be easy to pass."

"Then... don't you stay here as a mentor?"

"No, this is not the place I should stay. My home is also in Switzerland, and I am a doctor. I have been out for too long and it's time to go back."

"Switzerland?"

"A mountain country, the snow scenery is beautiful, you will like it. My lover has passed away for a long time. Since he has not been united before God, he is not considered a husband and wife. He has a daughter, who can only be considered an illegitimate daughter. He got married before I came to the Alchemy Academy, so I am the only one living in the house now. But if I clean my daughter's room, it is okay to live with one more person."

"Me?" the girl shook her head, "No, I won't go to Switzerland, I'm not graduated yet."

Hearing the girl's words, the man turned his head from the pile of debris with a complicated expression: "Then, are you going to stay here?"

The girl nodded and said, "I want to spread my theory and convince the teachers and students of the Alchemy Academy."

A trace of sadness flashed in the man's eyes.

"What's the need? They won't listen to you. Let's go back to Switzerland with me."

"No, they will soon know that I am right. I will be able to complete that great work immediately and create people with skills. I have written all the relevant steps in this note."

The girl picked up a pile of bound manuscript paper on the table and caressed it with her other hand, just like caressing a newborn baby.

"Maybe you don't believe it. Although I haven't actually done it yet, I already know that as long as you follow this step, you will definitely succeed. How do you say it? Intuition? Or God's whisper?"

Before he finished speaking, the pile of manuscript paper suddenly fell to the ground. The girl fell down with the manuscript paper. She curled up on the ground and grabbed her head in great pain:

"Homhain, my head starts to hurt again! Every time I think of this, my head is going to blow up!"

The man's sigh came from above. His fat body squatted down with difficulty and took away the pile of manuscript paper that fell beside the girl: "I have said it many times. The materials used in these papers are poisonous. Don't open it casually before the toxicity naturally dissipates."

"So, when will I do the work of creating humans?"

"Wait a little longer. When your head doesn't hurt, it's time to turn it on."

For some reason, when he said this, the man turned his face away, making it impossible for the girl to see the expression on his face.

——To this day, the girl has not been able to successfully open the manuscript paper.

"It's here."

Avicenna brought the girl into a classroom where a small stone slab was hung with words on it.

"Your notes are not on my hands now, but I have written all the words on them here."

"All here?"

"Yes, I guarantee it is word for word."

Looking at the stone slab, the girl stretched out her hand with a little cringe. Although she tried to turn the note open more than once, each ended with a headache. This was the first time in the past few years that she had seen the words in the note so completely.

She trembled and stroked the words written on the stone slab, just like she was stroking the child she hadn't seen for a long time.

"You just remember here first." Avicenna said, "I'll prepare an alchemy laboratory for you."

The classroom door closed. With the "bang" sound of the door closing, the girl fell to the ground. She felt her head hurt again, and it was unprecedented.

"Why? It has been written on the stone slab, so it shouldn't be poisonous."

In pain, the girl stood up slowly with red eyes and holding the wall.

"If it's not for paper, then you can't wait any longer to waste your time...I'm going to start this job now!"

She pulled the stone slab off the wall, and then she couldn't stand and fell to the ground. Even so, she still tried hard to open her eyes, put her face on the stone slab, and touched the words with her hands, looking at them one by one.

Shortly after Avicenna walked out of the teaching building, she ran into John de Rupisissa, the principal of the Alchemy Academy.

"Principal, are you awake?" Avicenna spread his arms and pretended to welcome him. "You have been unconscious. I was thinking about what medicine to give you."

John de Rupisissa glared at him: "Don't be friends, I've heard of what happened these two days. Avicenna, Alchemy Academy is ashamed of having you as a committee member!"

"I heard it? That's right." Avicenna smiled, "Come on, let's participate in the work of teachers and students. After all, your alchemy skills are even better than Lazi."

"I just saw you bringing a girl in. How did you do her?"

"Don't worry, Principal. I am a believer in the Abraham church. Do not commit adultery. It is the sixth precept of the Ten Precepts of Moses. How could I violate it? She was watching the notes I wrote down in the classroom - do you want to go and take a look?"

"That's good." John de Rupisissa breathed a sigh of relief. "Avicenna, we are helpless in working for you now with the Governor's subsidy. But that girl has nothing to do with the academy. She is not a teacher or student of the academy, but a poor person with amnesia. She also hopes that you will not make things difficult for her."

Avicenna smiled disdainfully at first, but then he realized something, rushed up and grabbed John de Rupisissa: "What did you say just now? She is not a teacher and student of the Alchemy Academy?"

"What's wrong?" John de Rupisissa didn't know why Avicenna was so surprised. "She suddenly appeared in the academy a few years ago. I saw that she was pitiful and renovated the house where a servant lived before and let her live in it, and then asked her to be responsible for the school cleaning."

Avicenna left John de Rupisisa and turned around and ran towards the classroom!

When he opened the classroom door, the girl's face was covered with bloody marks scratched by her own fingers. Hearing the sound of the door opening, she turned her bloody face and asked in a trembling voice:
Chapter completed!