MTL - Super Battleship Reborn - v3 Chapter 907 Can't leave

In a freak alchemy accident, the omnipotent Extreme Alchemist of his generation was bound to the continuous cycle of worldly existence. His fallen soul was reincarnated into the body of an ordinary young man named Fang Lin.

From then on, Fang Lin became the chaotic mess of an alchemy genius.

“You’re nothing but scraps before me. I am the almighty Extreme Alchemist! So, you’re a martial arts genius, huh? Come…Come. Come! Have a taste of the elixir made by the great master.”

The path of becoming an extreme alchemist was rough, bumpy and rugged, but at the end, the Mighty Cauldron awaited beyond the Nine Cauldrons!

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Living things really are ignorant – the greed to obtain the key to knowledge and the fundamentals of energy overpowers them. Little do they know that knowledge is full of lies and energy is the root of destruction. Us, mages, have mastered travelling through space and time. We are invincible, we can turn worlds into dust and you, mere ants, will be wiped out with no trace.

-Mage Adam

An A.I.(Artificial Intelligence) gets reincarnated into a world where he becomes a mage.

“The biggest blessing in my life was meeting you. The greatest misfortune was hurting you.” — Ye FeimoOn the night she finally confessed her feelings, Wen Nuan entered the wrong hotel room—and woke up in the arms of a stranger.Drunk, confused, and heartbroken, she never expected that one night to bind her to the ruthless and enigmatic CEO, Ye Feimo.To find her, he boldly posted a half-naked ad of her across the city. To own her, he made her sign a contract as his substitute lover.She thought it was love. He only saw her as a stand-in.When the woman he truly loved returned, Wen Nuan vanished without a trace.But it was already too late.Ye Feimo finally realized that the only woman he truly loved... was the one he let go.

In the Jiuxiao Continent, martial arts is respected. The weak are like ants living in the ruins of dark alleys, while the strong are like dragons roaring and gathering at the top of the clouds. The laws of this place use blood as ink and bones as inkstones. A three-foot-long sword can split the sun and the moon, and a murderous thought can stir up a bloody wind. There was once a drunk madman who trampled eighteen royal cities to pieces. Wherever the sword pointed, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers were dyed red. There was also a saint who lowered his eyes to calm the nine thunder tribulations, and with a flick of his sleeves, a golden lotus suddenly appeared in the abyss.