Cursed Immortality-Novel



Jacob looked at the estimate presented by Immortika and Mull, 'Three people from each subspecies present in this entire city, huh? No bad, I guess. At least I need to massacre their entire tribes, or that would be too cumbersome! I also needed a pawn who could help me buy knowledge of the Water Magic, materials, and a place to open up a lab so I could practice with my Rune Craft.

'Since the Alchemy Guild had closed its door on me, I just have to barge in uninvited. I need to be a full fledge Elder Grandmaster Rune Artificer before I enter that damn trial…'

Even though Jacob has the knowledge of an Elder Grandmaster Rune Artificer, he never really practiced with it since the Rare Plains didn't have tools or sufficient materials for it.

Even in the epic plains, the Rune Artificers were highly sought after because of their attainment in the magic runes and language. Furthermore, Jacob didn't need to have Elder Grandmaster-level knowledge of Gunsmithing because he was already at that level or even higher.

As for the magic smiting, he also has Elder Grandmaster level knowledge, and with some practice, he'll be at the top of that level in no time, so what was left was the Rune Artificer. Jacob's ambition was quite high when it came to these three professions, and he wanted to combine them into one.

But he knew it was far more difficult, or someone had already achieved it in the higher plains. Nevertheless, as a researcher, he knew better than anyone that this path was limitless; one just needed life to walk on it.

"I guess we are done for today." Jacob coolly told Immortika as he didn't have anything else to ask and unsummoned it. He wasn't in the mood to endure endless sarcasm and impish laughter today.

Jacob then started looking around as all the people walking around were now alive meat slabs for him. But he wasn't going to hunt like this as he didn't even have a place to dress them.

Furthermore, he was now somewhat tired of eating everything raw and thinking about changing it.

"Hello, can you tell me where the alchemy guild is?" Jacob asked the dog's face orc politely.

"What, you don't even know this? Are you new? Wait, don't tell me since I don't have time to waste. The Alchemy Guild is…" The orc hurriedly gave directions before leaving without giving Jacob a chance to thank him.

Jacob found this scene a little nostalgic as he remembered his own old world, the streets were just this crowded, and everyone seemed in a hurry.

Afterward, he followed the orc's directions and headed in the alchemy guild's direction. He suddenly stopped in front of the alleyway because he heard something interesting.

"What do we do now, Big Brother? That damn Faceless Ancient is charging a whopping 10 ZC just to join his server. Did he think he is the fourth hegemony!?" An angry voice of a female sounded filled with indignation.

"We'll join, of course, don't forget that despite the massive entrance fee, tens of thousands of people have already entered there, and I'm afraid we have to pour all our wealth to win one of his weapons!" A stern voice of a male rang, filled with helpless.

"But can that weapon really open up that door? What if we waste our money? It's our life-saving, you know!" The female retorted, clearly reluctant to spend her money.

"Don't worry, that weapon is at least made by an Advanced Elder Grandmaster Explosive Expert, just like the legendary Alchemy Guild President, or why do you think so many people are joining his server? The President had never sold his weapons, and no one had ever attained his level in explosive as well.

"But now, all of a sudden, someone probably even more superior has appeared, and he's willing to sell those destructive weapons to anyone who paid him. That's what makes it even more alluring! So, we are joining!

"If we were able to open that damn door, we'll recover our losses and profit big time!" The man resolutely stated.

Jacob, who was hearing their conversation, was quite intrigued by it, especially when he heard about Nelsen's specialty.

But he was far more intrigued by that door; those two wanted to open by using his atomic grenades.

However, he didn't make a move on them and walked away because he could sense those two were probably tier-7 epics, and he was nowhere near strong enough to handle even one of them without causing a massive scene.

Nevertheless, he got to hear that his server was literally booming now, and he never expected it to be such a massive hit.

'I should thank those fools for giving me such an opportunity to make easy money…' Jacob's lips curled up as he walked towards the alchemy guild.

Within the same dark alleyway, two giants in dark cloaks were standing. They were the same male and female whose conversation Jacob had heard.

"Ho? That eavesdropper left." The male voice rang in a sneer.

"Heh, what do you expect? He only has an epic-tier-1 magic core, and it was a common one at that. Just some curious fellow if he had dared to enter this alley. Hehe!" The female also disdainfully scoffed as lighting suddenly flashed past under her hood.

"Oh well, I was hoping to release some pent-up frustration, but that ant knows when to retreat. Anyway, back to the topic, even if we aren't able to get any weapon from that server, we can always seek Mom's help. She will not reject us if we ask nicely, little sis." The male said with a hint of longing and love when he said, 'Mom.'

However, the female giant coldly rejected, "No, she will just lock us up again like some jewels. I wanted to prove to her that we are not children anymore, and what could be a better way to do it than raiding the true layer of the Vile Witch!"