Mechanical Alchemist - Chapter 8 - Statues, Altars, Sacrifices

“Hey, Yoshi-kun. I think you’re——”

Hearing that voice for the first time stopped me in my tracks. On my way home from school. On the playing field of our junior high, and at the bookshop in front of the station. And then in the empty lot where the white cat slept. Shiina Yuki, the strange girl who somehow knew all about me, always approached me like that.

We laughed, cried, got angry, held hands. Again and again, we repeated those disappearing memories and ephemeral promises. That’s why I never knew. I never knew the value of Yuki’s smiles or the meaning of her tears. Nor even the singular sentiment behind her many ‘Nice to meet you’s.

This is a captivating, heartrending tale of meetings and partings.

The mid-level boss of my company’s AAA-game.

There was a time when every living thing was decimated and the galaxy was forced to restart with a single thought from the evils.“Is the final boss my wife?” Xu Chang’an exclaimed as he looked at his wife who was making dinner and shook his head. “The system must have malfunctioned again.”Under the tree in his garden, Xu Chang’an wrapped his arm around his wife’s waist and said, “There is something I have to settle outside. I’ll be back soon.”“Okay. Stay safe.” After seeing the husband off, his wife raised her head to look at the leaves and said,“I think my husband is going to cheat on me soon. Should I… just restart this world?”

The world that nurtured the civilization which reached the pinnacle of magic was on the verge of destruction.
The last survivor transmigrated to the past, when the magic civilization started growing, as countless mages were still fumbling their ways through the thorny paths of magic knowledge.
He, who came from the end of the magic era, aim to reach the pinnacle of magic.