Chapter 583: Chapter 583 - 348: Alchemy Master (Part 2)

He was born in the Jade Federation, a commercial federation where the rich live lavishly and the poor are like dust.That scene cast a lifelong shadow over him.He was different from his brother, showcasing an astonishing memory from a young age.The Green Tide Guild discovered him, took him away, praising his extraordinary talent.Wherever the guild sends him, he goes, never asking why.When the Northern Territory sampling task was issued, he didn't even dare hesitate, just nodded, signed, and was taken aboard a ship.That obedience had long become instinct, like a deeper shackle.And this time, setting out, Merian never imagined trouble would arise.On the day the ship set sail, the sky was overcast; he just held the sample box in his room, silently praying for the task to end quickly.He doesn't remember how he survived, only recalls that moment, his mind went blank.All reason, research, companions, dignity, were submerged by fear, leaving only one thought, which was survival.Now he can only stare blankly at the iron chain by his feet.The memory surged back repeatedly like a tide, making him afraid to breathe too deeply.Suddenly a low explosion sounded from outside the ship, like someone ignited thunder under the sea.Outside came short footsteps, followed by metal clashes and agonizing screams.Or perhaps the Federation sent someone to rescue him?The thought barely emerged and his heart briefly held hope, but it was soon drowned by new fear.What if it's not a rescue?If the attackers outside saw him, deemed him useless, would they kill him outright?The iron chain beside him shook uncontrollably, only then did he realize it wasn't the ship swaying but himself trembling.Soon, the door was smashed open, firelight flooding in.He instinctively squinted, only to see a group of iron-clad people walk in.The sound of metal plates scraping echoed in the cramped cabin, their footsteps steady and orderly.He looked up wanting to see their faces, but saw only shadows under the visors.These were neither Federation soldiers nor pirates. He had never seen this armor style, faintly red amidst the black.As the fog dispersed, fragments of wood and charred canvas still drifted on the sea surface.Dawn Port's dike remained intact, a night-long battle hadn't inflicted any damage on the port.Because the battle happened not in the port area but in the offshore undercurrent belt.Marine soldiers and craftsmen were orderly preparing salvage work, several small boats glided along the sea mist, retrieving debris to see what could be found.By the next day's noon, Eliot hurried with a report."The battle results have been cleaned up, sir," Eliot said, with a barely contained excitement on his face."This experiment was highly successful, all data recorded.