Alchemist In The Apocalypse: Rise Of A Legend!

Oil Puppet

[Ace POV],

At that moment when Emma told me to destroy the painting, I saw the eyes of the woman on the painting glance at me in a split second.

For one thing, Emma's language at the time was English, not the universal language, thus no one in the 'world' would have recognized what she said.

Except that the person already understood what was going to happen next without needing to grasp the language used.

It was then that I realized why I had thought the eyes were the most unique feature of the painting in the first place.

Fortunately, my body was already ready, so when Emma made her request, I was already on the move.

As I watched my flame-coated fist make contact with the painting on the wall, I noticed a figure 'jump' out of the painting just as the wall was about to be blown off by my punch, as a large hole appeared on the wall, but my attention wasn't on this as it was focused on the figure that had just jumped out of the painting.

With rough long black hair that reached the floor and appeared to be wet and a body that appeared to be devoid of any form of moisture, the figure in front of me bore no resemblance to the painting except for the similarities her face bore with the painting and the black sack at her back that appeared to hold something.

The reason no one attacked the 'creature' in front of me right away, despite the fact that it was obvious it wasn't supposed to be here in the first place and was most likely related to the disappearance of the girl who had just vanished, was because the location it was currently staying was right in front of where the other villagers were.

It was only a wall that separated the creature in front of me and the people outside, who had no idea about a creature on the loose because their focus was solely on locating the loud sound from what I could hear right now.

For a short moment, a strange silence reigned in the building before the creature with the loaded black sack took action as it attempted to break through the wall when a light shield appeared in front of it and stopped its charge as Sir Roland appeared beside it holding a.....kitchen knife and slashed at the creature as an intense gush of wind came with the sword slash.

Unlike what one might assume, the gush of wind was concentrated in the form of a curved blade as it moved towards the monster that dodged it, but the floor was not spared as a deep hole in the shape of a straight line developed.

Perhaps the villagers outside had already realized something was wrong since I noticed the ruckus they were making earlier diminishing until I heard no sound from them again.

They either ran away or temporarily relocated to a location further away from here.

In any case, it was for their good, as any battle of our level was going to result in casualties.

The parents of the missing daughter realized this as well, as they seized this opportunity to exit the building through the hole in the wall I had previously created.

Seeing this, I concentrated on the creature in front of me as the primordial chronicle revealed its information.

[Rank 1 Oil Puppet Level 25],

Its level was pretty low, but it was incredibly quick on its feet, but what is this oil puppet?

I get the oil and the puppet, but oil puppet? A puppet made of oil?

As I was thinking about these things, I heard Sir Roland speak.

"Who are you?" He questioned, his gaze fixed on the oil puppet in front of me.

Wait! Why is he asking who the oil puppet is? Can't he see its name with the primordial chronicle?

Hmmm

"You don't intend to respond, do you?" Sir Roland expressed his dissatisfaction when he did not receive a response from the oil puppet.

Seeing this, Sir Roland attacked again as he appeared beside the oil puppet and attacked with the knife in his hands as the oil puppet barely dodged only to encounter me as I sent a fire spear to its face to which it dodged yet again only to find itself surrounded by multiple light spears around it as the light spears immediately descended on its head as they brought an intense gush of wind that eventually blew the walls of the fragile house away as dust enveloped the surroundings.

'Did it hit?' I wondered as I noticed a figure dart out of the cloud of dust.

'What a cockroach-like creature,' I thought as I was about to give chase when a light spear appeared beside the oil puppet before impairing the oil puppet to the ground as the creature exploded into some form of liquid immediately as the light spear succeeded in penetrating the oil puppet.

Though I saw the oil puppet burst into liquid, I didn't let down my guard as I made my way to where the creature was as the cloud of dust dissipated and I saw that Sir Roland, like me, had the same intentions.

We finally saw the outcome of the oil puppet when we got close to where it was before it exploded into that liquid.

There was a black liquid on the ground near where the oil puppet burst and the liquid had the appearance of black oil.

The only thing that was unaffected was the loaded black sack on the floor not far away from the black liquid.

I was very interested in knowing what was inside the loaded sack as I already had an idea of what it was but thinking of the things that might happen if I come in contact with the black sack, I did not head towards it.

But, unlike me, Sir Roland went to the black sack willingly, as he immediately began to carefully cut open the sack because it was tied, and from the way he avoided physical contact with the sack, I could tell he still had some reservations about the black sack.

As there were no weird occurrences in Sir Roland's body, I made my way to the sack with Emma, who looked disgusted at the black liquid on the floor.

Seeing this, I started to have an idea of the source of Emma's disgust and the method by which Emma used to know that something was wrong with the painting.

As I was thinking these thoughts, we arrived at Sir Roland's side, where he had just finished the final cut to the strangely sturdy sack as it opened.

But what we discovered inside the sack was expectedly unexpected.

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