THE RUNIC ALCHEMIST

It didn’t work.. But the reason given by the system was more intriguing than the skill not working.

An Overseer? Above level 650? Only then would the race ascension features unlock.

In short, Earth doesn’t have any gods, so they can’t guide their people. Does this mean the gods in Vidalia’s world are above Level 650?

Who made this overpowering system? Was this a natural phenomenon or not? It was certainly being manipulated by the more powerful individuals of each planet.

Damian recalled the conversation between Shadecaster and the Demon Lord. The latter was an ancient being and seemed to have a close relationship with the God of Chaos. Damian didn’t need another reason to beat that guy up, but he would welcome any information he could extract while fighting him.

So, the humans of Earth cannot ascend yet. But Earth was filled with an extremely dense concentration of mana—actually, far more than Vidalia’s planet. Humans had adapted to endure the heavy mana, and even third-rankers emitting mana subconsciously weren’t affecting them much compared to the mundanes of Vidalia’s world, who wouldn’t even be able to endure their presence. If they unleashed their aura, though, that was a different matter—none of the humans would be able to withstand it.

There was no other animal species on Earth allowed to evolve. Nor were there any dungeons filled with magical monsters. Everything was only available if there was an Overseer.

But wasn’t this self-contradictory?

If someone with a high level was required for a race or a planet to even begin ascending, that meant only an outsider could do it for another planet. Were they all just being played with?

Were the gods of Vidalia’s world.. not their own people but some aliens?

“Uh.. is everything all right?” Franklin asked nervously, breaking Damian’s racing thoughts.

“Ah.. No, it’s fine. Thank you for doing this. You may ask your questions now,” Damian replied.

Damian walked alongside the group led by Franklin, circling around Dreamlight while answering their questions.

What principle did his ship operate on? What metal was it made of? What internal systems did it have for navigation, timekeeping, and other functions?

Damian answered truthfully where he could. It worked on runic circles, which were spells powered by mana—an energy inside each human that would awaken once they ascended. He didn’t know how much they truly understood, but he did explain that runic spells formed the basis of all his creations, including Dreamlight. He also hinted that he would be open to sharing knowledge of such things if he got what he wanted in return.

If Franklin had maneuvered his way into being among the first to see him, he likely had enough influence to, if not promote, then at least spread awareness of Damian’s value among other influential figures. Once he had the British working for him, convincing others would be easy—he could simply show them what advantage he was offering the British in exchange for their cooperation.

800 million tons of steel was an immense amount—perhaps far beyond what this era of Earth could produce. He might have to introduce advanced methods of smelting and steelmaking. He didn’t mind accelerating the world’s industrial era by centuries if it meant getting what he needed to face the Demon Lord.

Damian had experimented with his Archscript Sovereign skill, attempting to use the land, stones, and other materials to create a massive runic spell with an abundance of liquid mana. It worked.. but the efficiency of the liquid mana was lacking.

Iron. Steel.

That was what he needed.

And in massive quantities.

Fighting an opponent two ranks above him wouldn’t be easy—not even with his vast array of spells and crafting skills.

Soon, a messenger arrived, handing documents to the officer in charge. Upon reading them, the officer immediately ordered the soldiers to stand down.

Many carriages, packed with soldiers and officials, had gathered behind the encircling troops. Lord Anson and John Pringle had returned, once again forming a small group—this time without Franklin, who received a reprimand for acting so recklessly.

Now, they treated Damian and his group like long-lost cousins—welcoming them, praising them, and offering exaggerated hospitality.

Damian also received a signed letter from Prince George himself, inviting him and his group to stay at Somerset House and enjoy their visit to London. There was no mention of a formal meeting or knowledge-sharing—most likely, they were adopting a wait-and-see approach.

That suited Damian just fine.

The news of his arrival needed to spread as widely as possible.

They were leading them to board carriages for Somerset House when Damian stopped. First, he brought out Evrin and Reize, ensuring they had hoods covering their heads. Even with just a glimpse of an elf’s otherworldly beauty, many men around them wore starstruck expressions.

Reize, however, would provoke a very different reaction.

Damian remained by her side, ensuring that anyone who might say something inappropriate would think twice before doing so.

Then, he raised a hand toward Dreamlight and activated the Sacrium Runic Spatial Storage Bracer on his arm. This particular bracer had five times the storage capacity of the massive runic steel cube he had previously used to store the ship.

It was part of the Runic Sacrium Armor he had crafted, though he wasn’t wearing the full white armor—it was too eye-catching.

The bracer had the same runic array as the one Damian had taken from Thomas. That bracer had a unique feature—it could use invisible mana tendrils like hands to touch and store objects within the runic spatial storage without needing for the user to touch things themselves. It was a variation of a spell he had once seen one of the academy professors use.

The Highswords raised their eyebrows but said nothing.

They recognized the unique white metal of Sacrium and already knew that Damian had found a way to shape it—yet surprisingly, none of them had come to ask about the details.

That was likely because of the black liquid fire he had created to save Reize.

Did they realize how high-leveled that thing was?

Even Damian himself had no idea what rank of item he had made. Extracting it from Reize would only hurt her, so he had decided to just leave it as it was.

They boarded the luxurious carriages, beginning their journey through the streets of 18th-century London.

The inner streets were packed with millions of people, all eager to catch a glimpse of the “people who could fly.”

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