Rebirth : The Alchemist's Path

However, when the crowd once again arrived outside Sylvus's small shop, they found that it was already closed.

No one dared to make any noise.

After all, everyone knew that the person living here was a formidable figure who could catch heavenly lightning with his bare hands.

Soon, a peculiar sight appeared outside the shop.

Although the shop had closed for business, over a dozen people were lined up, waiting in front of it.

Initially, these people had planned to leave, but when they noticed more and more people coming, they decided to stay.

By evening, the narrow alley, which stretched for two to three hundred meters, was packed with people.

Many passersby were puzzled, curious as to why so many people were gathered in such a small alley.

"Hey brother, what are you all waiting for? Are you setting up an ambush for some powerful figure?" someone asked curiously.

By now, there were already four to five hundred people in the alley, and their levels of cultivation varied greatly.

Even a Magus Sovereign would have a tough time escaping unscathed if ambushed by so many.

"We're just waiting in line. I had no idea so many people had arrived before me," said the last person in line with a face full of regret.

If only he hadn't hesitated earlier and eaten the pill, he wouldn't have ended up coming so late and standing at the very end of the line.

"Waiting in line?" The person who asked was baffled.

He looked past the crowd and finally noticed a small shop deep in the alley.

However, it seemed to have already closed for business. What were all these people doing here if the shop was closed?

But soon, he realized something.

Even though the shop was closed, more and more people were joining the line.

And every latecomer wore an expression full of regret.

Naturally, Sylvus had noticed the situation outside his shop.

Among the crowd, he recognized a few familiar faces, knowing that they were there to buy pills.

Seeing that everyone was waiting quietly without causing any trouble or noise, he decided not to interfere.

Early the next morning, not wanting to keep the crowd waiting, Sylvus opened his shop for business earlier than usual.

"Look! The shop's open! Don't push! I was the first one here."

"Move aside! If you make me angry, don't blame me for being merciless!"

"I'm a mighty Grand Magus. How dare you block my way? Are you prepared to face my wrath?"

…

As soon as the shop opened, the crowd began to stir.

A few of the stronger individuals, more arrogant in nature, even released their magic power, trying to force their way to the front.

"Meylan."

Sylvus, sitting in his chair, frowned.

He welcomed people coming to buy pills.

But in his shop, no one had special privileges.

Even if the king himself came, he would have to line up.

"Understood, boss."

*Swish…*

"Ahhh…"

In the next moment, Meylan's figure disappeared, and soon after, several screams echoed through the alley.

The entire crowd fell silent, and when they looked over, they collectively gasped.

Several people had been "nailed" to the alley walls on either side, their faces pale, blood trickling from the corners of their mouths, their breaths faint.

It was clear that their cultivation had been crippled. If they weren't treated soon, they wouldn't live for long.

"Everyone, my boss dislikes noise. If you wish to purchase pills, then line up properly. If anyone dares to cut in line, these people will serve as your example," Meylan said calmly as he addressed the crowd.

His voice wasn't loud, but it resonated in everyone's hearts.

Those who had intended to rely on their strength to cut the line shuddered and no longer dared to act out of line.

They had forgotten the extraordinary nature of this small shop.

After all, that old man was a Magus Emperor-level powerhouse.

And the shop's owner, although his cultivation was unknown, could catch heavenly lightning with his bare hands—he might very well be a legendary Mage Ruler.

Seeing that the crowd had settled down, Sylvus nodded in satisfaction, and Meylan began selling the pills.

Even though people were constantly buying pills and leaving, the line seemed endless.

As three hours passed, even the Magus Emperor Meylan began to show signs of fatigue.

"Senior, I'd like to buy—"

"Sorry, but today's business hours are over. Please come back tomorrow," Meylan suddenly interrupted a man who had been waiting for half the day but had yet to enter the shop.

"Business hours are over? Senior, what does that mean?" the man asked, confused.

"This shop only operates for three hours each day. Once time is up, we close, and we will reopen tomorrow morning," Meylan explained.

"What? The shop is only open for three hours a day? I've been waiting all day and didn't even get a chance to do anything, and now you're closing?"

"Senior, can't you extend the hours a little? There are so many people still waiting, don't you want to make more money?"

"If I had known this shop had such rules, I would've come earlier. I've never heard of anything like this before."

…

*Boom…*

Hearing the crowd's complaints, Meylan unleashed the full pressure of his Magus Emperor aura.

Everyone felt an overwhelming force sweep over them, and they quickly fell silent.

"Don't want to buy? Then scram!"

With that, Meylan shut the shop door.

Looking at the closed shop, the crowd exchanged puzzled glances.

Many of them felt quite displeased with Meylan's attitude.

After all, they were customers.

How could you run a business and speak to customers like that?

But their displeasure was only in their hearts.

On the surface, none of them dared to show any disrespect.

After all, that person was a Magus Emperor.

Sylvus looked at Meylan with satisfaction.

Having followed him for so long, Meylan had finally learned a thing or two.

For other shop owners, naturally, they needed to treat their customers with care.

But not here.

Either you buy or you leave. If you don't want to buy, get lost.

Sometimes, whether to sell or not even depended on Sylvus's mood.

After all, he had the confidence to do so.

If others tried such a thing, they would have gone out of business long ago.

"Boss, today's revenue has reached three million magic crystals," Meylan calculated and reported to Sylvus.

"Not bad. It's a little low, but as these people grow stronger, they'll spend even more money in the future," Sylvus said with satisfaction.

A daily revenue of three million magic crystals.

Compared to the previous few days, this was already very good.

Moreover, this was pure profit. He didn't need to invest anything; all he had to do was sit at the shop's entrance every day.

After counting the day's earnings, Sylvus returned to his room to continue cultivating.

Although the shop had closed, the people outside didn't leave.

By morning, Sylvus's cultivation had successfully reached the level of a Six-Star Grand Magus.

As his cultivation advanced, the speed of breakthroughs slowed down.

On the new day, Sylvus resumed business as usual.

When the crowd saw the shop open, their eyes filled with excitement, but no one dared to make noise.

Throughout the business hours, everyone behaved orderly, not daring to act out of line.

To an outsider, it might have seemed that the crowd was running the shop while Sylvus and Meylan were the customers.

"The Crown Prince has arrived!"

At that moment, a voice echoed through the alley.

Everyone turned to look behind them.

They saw Crown Prince Nat leading a group of people into the alley.

"Greetings, Your Highness," the crowd bowed in unison and made way for him.

The Crown Prince smiled faintly without saying a word and walked straight toward Sylvus's shop.

Seeing this, Sylvus opened his eyes.

A hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes—this guy actually dared to break his rules!

"Your humble servant greets both seniors. I came today because—"

Before Nat could finish his words as he bowed in front of Sylvus and Meylan, Sylvus interrupted him.

"Get to the back of the line!"

Hearing these words, the crowd was stunned.

It was one thing for the Crown Prince to bow, but now the shop owner was telling him to line up at the back.

The smile on Nat's face froze. He wanted to say something else.

But when he saw the cold look in Sylvus's eyes, a shiver ran down his spine.

Not daring to say another word, he hurried to the back of the line, standing at the very end.

Witnessing this, the crowd was shaken.

As the Crown Prince of the Bork Empire, Nat should have had privileges.

But to their surprise, those privileges vanished here.

And just because Sylvus said so, the Crown Prince actually went to stand in line without even a word of protest.

At this moment, many in the crowd couldn't help but look at Sylvus with admiration.

When facing powerful figures, they had always been humble.

But now, they found themselves standing on equal footing with the noble Crown Prince—all thanks to this man in front of them.

Nat didn't want to line up, but he didn't dare provoke Sylvus.

After all, this man was ruthless enough to cripple his second brother and break all his bones. It wasn't impossible for him to do the same to Nat.

As Nat stood in line, the shop resumed its business.

Before long, **Corvin** and **Kennan** arrived.

Seeing the large crowd, they didn't say much and quietly lined up at the back.

Sylvus noticed this and felt quite pleased with both **Corvin** and **Kennan**.

"Reggie, is this the place? I didn't expect there to be so many people."

As time passed and business hours were halfway through, another group arrived outside the alley, led by Reggie, captain of the Enforcement Hall.

"Hall Master, this is the place. The pills here are extraordinary. They will certainly help you break through to the Platinum Knight level," Reggie said, ingratiatingly, to the middle-aged man beside him.

The middle-aged man was none other than Burton-Orlo, the Hall Master of the Enforcement Hall and a Nine-Star Golden Knight.

He rode a peak-level seventh-rank magical beast, and his name was well-known throughout the Holy City.

Burton-Orlo had been out on a mission with his men and had only just returned to the Holy City today.

Upon his return, he gathered all the captains of the Enforcement Hall to learn about recent events.

To his surprise, he found out that Reggie had broken through several levels in quick succession.

Upon inquiry, Burton-Orlo discovered that Reggie had used the pills from Sylvus's shop.

Knowing this was an opportunity to get closer to the Hall Master, Reggie eagerly told him that Sylvus's pills could help him break through to the Platinum Knight level.

And that was how Burton-Orlo ended up here.

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