I am God LSLCCF

”How should an Alchemist condense a Godʼs Grace Stone?”

”What would an Alchemistʼs mythological organ be?”

He first wrote under the three elements, ”Spirit, Divine Blood, Lamp Spirit.”

”The three elements are correct, but because part of the emotion merged into the Divine Contract Lamp, success is impossible.”

Oran skipped the second question, looking directly at the third.

The Alchemistʼs mythological organ.

”When condensing the Divine Contract Lamp, Alchemists manifest emotion as flame.”

”At the Third-Rank, all mental power is infused into the Divine Contract Lamp, creating Lamp Spirits.”

”So when becoming an apostle, should more power be infused into the Divine Contract Lamp?”

Oran paused as a thought struck him. ”Could it be that the Divine Contract Lamp is meant to be the Alchemistʼs mythological organ?”

Oran looked at his Divine Contract Lamp, realizing the Alchemistʼs path to apostlehood differed completely from what the Art of Godʼs Grace recorded.

Over the following days, Oran dedicated himself to testing and refining his understanding of the three elements. He meticulously experimented with their interactions, gradually confirming that the Divine Contract Lamp could indeed serve as a mythological organ.

Months passed.

Oran found himself once again on the second-to-last level of the No. 1 Experimental Tower, carefully activating the ritual arrays.

A strong spiritual pressure formed a storm, driving the power within Oran.

The Divine Contract Lamp manifested from his body, floating above his head.

Divine Blood transformed into flowing fluorescence, mental power became the Lamp Spiritʼs shadow, and the sealʼs power surged within the Lamp Spirit.

Oran immediately attempted to fuse the three into one, infusing them into the Divine Contract Lamp.

”The Divine Contract Lamp is the Emotion Lamp.”

”Emotion is personality!”

”Condense all self-given emotion, forming a divine lamp that represents oneʼs personality.”

Oranʼs power flowed continuously toward the Divine Contract Lamp. He saw a stone called divine grace gradually condensing within it.

Oran grew excited, speaking the Fourth-Rank title he had imagined.

”Divine Lamp Apostle.”

The Godʼs Grace Stone had partially emerged. It seemed the entire Divine Contract Lamp would soon be deified, transforming into Oranʼs mythological organ.

But suddenly, Oran felt a surge of power within his body.

The previously dormant Elenaʼs Heart became agitated, creating a violent conflict with the puppetʼs inherent power.

”Whatʼs happening?”

Oran hesitated at the final, critical moment.

He could not bring himself to move forward.

The risk was too great, and the uncertainty was too overwhelming.

He sensed Elenaʼs Heart, fused with his body, stirring ominously.

Only then did he suddenly recall that he was not just an ordinary Upper Third-Rank Alchemist. He carried Elenaʼs Heart within him.

He did not know whether forcibly transforming the Divine Contract Lamp into a mythological organ would make him an apostle or cause both powers to conflict and annihilate him.

Oran finally stopped, and the condensing Godʼs Grace Stone instantly dissipated.

Oran felt dejected. He left the ritual array level and climbed the stairs upward, eventually collapsing onto a chair.

His limbs lay sprawled and unmoving.

He resembled a lifeless puppet.

After some time, Oran reached for the Art of Godʼs Grace on the table, letting out a quiet sigh as he shook his head.

”God of Alchemy,” Oran murmured softly, his voice tinged with doubt.

”Perhaps you chose the wrong person. I may not have what it takes to become a true apostle.”

But even if he could not become an apostle, completing the Art of Godʼs Grace for Alchemists was still a significant accomplishment.

At that moment, Tutʼs student Alsmo burst in carrying something, not even bothering to knock.

Behind him stood a young child.

Oran looked at the visibly disturbed Alsmo and asked, ”Whatʼs wrong?”

Alsmo produced an object. ”Master Oran, look at this.”

He held out what appeared to be an alchemy notebook or manual.

Oran found the alchemy manual familiar and quickly recognized it.

It resembled Tutʼs alchemy manual.

He reached out and took the manual, opening it.

It was filled with familiar handwriting and text. The first page clearly showed the passage Tut had used to admonish himself and Oran.

It was unmistakable.

This manual belonged to Tut.

Oran immediately looked at Alsmo. ”Where did you get this?”

Oran had been searching for any trace of Tut but had found nothing.