Ding ding dong dong~
The music box played in the dimly lit room.
"Sit."
Corin Reveck dragged two chairs over to Silco's side, then walked away with his back completely exposed to Silco.
He dragged the other chair and sat down in front of the two of them.
"Uncle Silco, have a seat."
Luo Huan stood up and casually sat on the chair, speaking to Silco, who still held a knife in his hand and wore a face full of distrust.
As expected of a pirate and Devil Fruit user, the stacked base stats were far superior to the other Luo Huans.
Even as a beauty who had just drained all her internal magic power, she managed to recover more than half of it within a few breaths.
Silco’s eyes briefly glanced at the indifferent Corin Reveck before directly sitting in the chair.
"Colin Corin Reveck, genius professor from Piltover University, a favorite of Heimerdinger. A powerhouse with such a promising future, and yet he vanished without a trace."
"And suddenly, a master alchemist appears in Zaun. Uncle Silco, isn’t that quite the coincidence?"
Luo Huan laughed at her own joke, her cat ears twitching along with her laughter.
But clearly, Silco didn’t play along. Instead, he looked at Corin Reveck with some surprise.
Corin Reveck didn’t speak either, just quietly stared at her.
Luo Huan’s mood instantly dropped. Suddenly, it wasn’t fun anymore.
"Heh, isn’t it just because Zaun is a mess? There are subjects for human experiments, and gray materials are easy to obtain."
"After all, 985 Poppy is there. You can’t do anything."
"If you don’t go down, your daughter will only fall and die little by little under the threat of that big-headed danger alert."
"After all, he’s not just worrying for nothing. Magic, alchemy—those are things that, over centuries or even millennia, are bound to stir up something huge. For someone like him, an immortal, isn't that a clearly visible crisis?"
"Isn’t that right, Professor Corin Reveck?"
Lifespan theory, kid.
985 Poppy, being a young yordle who had experienced the Rune Wars, held a negative attitude toward magic and all sorts of things like it.
She always believed that every invention should only be released after it matured.
You could say that was a very immortal way of thinking.
But Corin Reveck couldn’t wait, and his daughter Orianna, already lying lifeless, could wait even less.
"Yeah, he said this potion was too dangerous, and that it might not even achieve what I wanted."
Corin Reveck took out a small vial from his waist pouch. Under the light from the bulb above,
a charming purple glow shimmered over his melancholy voice.
"This magic power is truly insane."
Luo Huan followed his gaze and spoke instinctively.
In Luo Huan’s view, that small vial of potion was a condensed cluster of wildly fluctuating and transforming magic power.
And it also gave her a sense of life.
"You’re saying... this is magic?"
Corin Reveck furrowed his brow.
He didn’t care what Luo Huan turned into. He only wanted to keep her because of that fleeting breath of life.
And because of the physical transformation effect—he was deeply curious.
But now, he cared.
"You might’ve gotten a concept wrong. Everything in this world is magic. Like that bluebird over there."
Luo Huan casually pointed to a small blue bird that had just flown in.
"Even though it's a bird, in the magic sense, it has no magic fluctuation."
"But my flame here is full of fluctuation. That’s what we call magic."
"And in my perception, the magic within your potion is a type of magic filled with vitality and madness."
"How should I put it? Congratulations, you’ve discovered a form of life magic that even I can’t understand, all while being just an ordinary person."
Luo Huan extended her hand, and a blue flame appeared in the air. She then took the vial and her eyes glowed red, with three tomoe appearing in her red pupils.
She saw every detail inside the potion bottle clearly.
That complex, bizarre, even patternless magical transformation gave her an overwhelming sense of helplessness, as if she were staring at biological research.
How did this even move? How was it still alive?
"So then..."
Corin Reveck opened his mouth. It was obvious that wasn’t what he wanted to know.
"If the quantity is large enough, and you can keep it from being so chaotic, then theoretically, yes."
"You know, life born of disorder always longs for stability."
Luo Huan widened her eyes again, refusing to give up.
She instinctively activated the Three Tomoe Sharingan in her body, launching ultra-high magnification vision and ultra-clear observation ability!
She tried hard to see through the wildly transforming magic power, but decisively gave up once her magic was nearly depleted again.
She handed the potion back to Corin Reveck.
"Then can I see magic power?"
Corin Reveck didn’t ask whether he could become a magician—what he cared more about was whether he could observe it.
After all, the most important thing for research was the ability to observe.
"In theory, yes. After all, magic power is just a form of energy, but I still don’t know how."
Luo Huan answered casually. She hadn’t even fully mastered this power she’d gained, so how could she possibly know?
Corin Reveck nodded, then placed another bottle of purple potion on the table.
"Apply it when it hurts. Come find me when it’s used up."
He then turned and went inside to tinker with something.
Silco glanced at Luo Huan, then picked up the purple potion and pocketed it.
"Let’s go, Little Stan."
That was Luo Huan’s surname—Luo Huan Stan.
He didn’t ask what had happened to his old friend’s daughter.
"Mm."
The two of them walked silently down the road.
"Uncle Silco, I don’t think it should be like this."
...
Inside Fogen Tavern.
The atmosphere was extremely heavy.
Another failed charge at the bridge had just taken place, and many brothers and sisters of Zaun had died again.
Everyone’s faces were covered in sorrow.
People who had been laughing and playing together just yesterday were now lying one by one on the bridge under the guns of Piltover’s enforcers.
Children who had been calling “mom” and “dad” in warm embraces yesterday had all turned into little Zaun orphans today.
Clearly...
Failure, regret, and sorrow filled the entire tavern.
And at the bar, a burly man with a bear-like back and stubbled face was gulping down drink after drink.
He was Vander, one of the initiators of this bridge charge.
He had just lost Silco, the brother who had planned the charge with him, to drowning.
Now, the burning pain in his waist and the deaths of his brothers and sisters weighed down on his nerves.
Even this man, the Lord of Zaun, who had the power to win the whole city's trust, now felt suffocated.
Behind him, five children were staring at him helplessly.
Powder, Vi, Claggor, Mylo, and Ekko.
These children were the ones left behind by the brothers who had just died at the bridge.
Five pairs of helpless eyes pierced his heart.
Filling him with unbearable remorse.
"Enough, this is really enough, no more dying."
Tears soaked his already clouded eyes.
Clearly, this man who once had the courage to lead his brothers in revolt against the upper city had now had his backbone broken by regret.
The others looked at the drunken Vander, clenched their fists, and then released them powerlessly.
Suddenly, footsteps came from outside the door.
"Uncle Vander~"