When the plot-skips players into the game world-Chapter 973 - 332: The Terrifying Acrobatics of the Calamity Stitcher

Chapter 973 -332: The Terrifying Acrobatics of the Calamity Stitcher

March 21st, early morning.

On the outskirts of Leipzig, the Spirit Summoning Tower.

Albert Lorey scratched his messy, disheveled hair, holding his cup and yawning as he walked out of the laboratory.

Since the laboratory was quite cool, even in summer, he wore a thick woolen robe. He chose dark colors simply because they are more stain-resistant; even if it got stained with blood or greasy food spills, it wouldn’t be too noticeable.

Ever since severing ties completely with the military, Albert stopped loafing around in the Stibium Laboratory in Lionheart City and packed his stuff to return to the Spirit Summoning Tower.

Once free from those Royal Alchemists who demand a report for approval after each experiment and hold meetings twice a week lasting over two hours, Albert felt revitalized.

—Indeed, it had to be the Spirit Summoning Tower! Home is best!

At the Spirit Summoning Tower, people passing by on the roads wouldn’t glance or interact with each other. Unlike in Lionheart City, where everyone he encountered greeted him, yet he knew no one. Speaking was exhausting for him, but staying silent could be seen as arrogant.

Here, no one managed his daily schedule. He could sleep and wake whenever he desired, without the need to energetically attend morning meetings, and he could simply grab his meals and eat beside a corpse in the lab, without worrying about missing meal times.

His experimental records could be scribbled in a way only he understood since he didn’t need to submit official reports. There was no need to write neatly or use complex official terminologies—after all, he was only twenty years old and already at the Fourth Level, having never learned those terminologies.

It baffles him where those alchemists got their protocols from… Long ago, alchemists just passed down terminologies in their lineage.

—Of course, perhaps due to such historical reasons, those Royal Alchemists were particularly keen on “unifying terminologies and conduct”.

Perhaps alchemists are accustomed to this orderliness… but he, after all, wasn’t a conventional alchemist, just a Calamity Stitcher who had mastered some alchemy. With a sleeping pattern like an owl, forcing himself to wake up with orthodox alchemists almost killed him… and the information received during the promotion ceremony pushed him over the edge.

“It’s strange, I’m sleeping less yet I feel less tired…”

Albert sighed, walked to a ubiquitous faucet in the hallway, turned it on, and filled a cup with a shimmering green potion. As he waited for the potion to fill, he removed his glasses and wiped them with his sleeve.

—That was “Compound No. 1”.

Using knowledge from alchemy, potionology, and necromancy, the Spirit Summoning Tower had concocted three compound potions: green, red, and yellow.

The specific formulas were confidential. The students were well aware that it probably wasn’t anything wholesome, and it was best not to inquire… as long as the effects were sufficiently powerful.

The effects of “No. 1” were to dispel fatigue and invigorate the spirit, allowing those who burnt the midnight oil to wake their brains up again. One downside was that after drinking, one’s tongue would glow for a while.

Albert gulped it down quickly, then turned on a second faucet and filled a cup with a blood-red potion like wine. Mixed with the remaining luminous green, it appeared slightly lighter.

This was “No. 2”, its effects were to protect internal organs, prevent sudden death, repair joint damage, and replenish strength.

After downing these two “waters,” Albert felt somewhat uncomfortable as he patted his stomach.

—I was quite hungry, but now I feel almost full.

“Senior, good morning.”

Just then, a light, somewhat husky voice rang out.

It was Aurora’s voice.

Albert immediately figured it out, so he turned back: “Are you awake, Aurora?”

The girl behind him had soft, platinum blonde hair. Her already small face was mostly covered by her hair, making her head seem tiny.

Her delicate, doll-like face was expressionless, like a corpse — it was this lifeless beauty that somewhat captivated Albert.

Today, she is the youngest Fourth Level Necromancer of Stibium Laboratory – having once again broken the record previously set by Albert himself with the collective effort of Albert and their mentor.

The girl, beautiful like a princess, was not dressed in a beautiful long dress or short skirt, but was instead wandering around the Spirit Summoning Tower campus in a purple nightgown.

“I didn’t sleep.”

Aurora answered briefly and stood beside Albert, accepting a cup of “No. 3.”

Her way of speaking was always peculiar, abrupt and disjointed. Their mentor, Fernando Brizvik, always seemed to understand Aurora’s words, while Albert would often have to ask “What?” before receiving a more detailed explanation.

When Albert left, considering that Aurora always needed someone to look after her as such a naive girl might be easily deceived, he consulted Aurora’s personal opinion before transferring Aurora’s files back to the Spirit Summoning Tower.

And with them, also the “corpse” of their petrified mentor, Fernando Brizvik.

But strangely enough.

After the mishap with their mentor, even though Aurora’s speech remained disjointed, Albert felt that he gradually seemed able to understand her words.

“…No. 3?”

Albert looked at Aurora with some confusion.

The effect of No. 3 potion is to emergency replenish Mana of the Path of Dusk, the Earth property — the most orthodox way to replenish Mana is through dreaming. However, to temporarily replenish Mana, fragments of the corresponding properties and paths from the Material Realm are needed.

The Transcendent creatures that satisfy the Path of Dusk, Earth property, all share one common trait.

——They are all somewhat related to the Undead.

Therefore, No. 3 potion, among students, is also termed as “Bone Tea” or “Bone Soup”. Although it’s unclear how this muddy, fishy-smelling potion is made, the raw materials definitely contain the freshly familiar Undead. It is said that these processed remains of incomplete Undead might very well be used to make No. 3 potion.

Even someone like Albert would avoid drinking it if possible.

But the muddy potion was nonchalantly consumed by Aurora, tilting her head back — only making her already indifferent face momentarily turn even paler.

As she tilted her head to drink the potion, Albert’s expression subtly changed.

Being slightly taller, from this angle, he could clearly see through the sleeve that Aurora was not wearing underwear beneath her nightgown.

…What should I do, should I remind her?

But that would mean I’ve seen it, wouldn’t that be impolite…

Albert’s mind was flooded with thoughts.

He finally made up his mind — with their mentor gone, he must take good care of Aurora.

“Um, Aurora…”

Albert gave a light cough and reminded, “Your clothes.”

“?”

Aurora silently turned her head to glance at him, her eyes filled with confusion.

“I mean… underwear.”

Albert reminded.

“Oh.”

Aurora suddenly realized what Albert meant.

And she briefly replied, “It’s okay.”

—How could it be okay?!

Albert scratched his already messy hair in annoyance.

He hated that he wasn’t her senior sister, not able to drag her to his bedroom for a detailed discussion on why “it’s okay” doesn’t exist in such matters…

But Albert was not very good at speaking. Just thinking about this topic made him feel tremendous pressure—not to mention dealing with private topics, he was even afraid to talk to Aurora normally, fearing she might suddenly bring up something he wouldn’t know how to respond to.

Seeing Albert like this, Aurora’s lips quirked up almost imperceptibly for a moment.

“I’m not stupid.”

She suddenly spoke softly, saying, “Thank you.”

“…You’re welcome?”

Albert was somewhat puzzled.

He could feel that Aurora meant “you don’t need to worry, I have my own thoughts, but still thank you.”

But looking at Aurora’s sleeves which didn’t even reach her elbows, he thought for a moment and then took off his long robe, draping it over Aurora.

Albert said seriously, “It’s cold on the way back…”

But in his heart, he had another thought—that he hoped Aurora wouldn’t expose herself to others.

Even in the Spirit Summoning Tower, people generally don’t scrutinize others passing by. Not to mention a thin nightgown, even if one were actually walking naked, at most they’d receive a curious glance before being left alone… Yet, Albert still had such thoughts.

Although just giving this robe to Aurora made him feel embarrassed—as he had been busy with experiments and hadn’t washed his robe for a week, and now it smelled of food and corpses…

However, Aurora didn’t mind, instead, she tightened the long robe hanging down to her legs, wrapping herself inside it.

Her empty gaze sized up Albert and she cocked her head, thinking.

Then Aurora twisted off her head and handed it to Albert.

“…Hmm?”

Albert hesitantly took the head, holding the base with one hand and unconsciously stroking the smooth hair with his fingers, “What… do you want me to wash it for you?”

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That would be alright. He hadn’t helped other Calamity Stitchers wash their heads before.

“I want to watch you experiment.”

The head in his arms said, looking up.

—But you want me to go back. So, I twisted my head off to accompany you, and my body will go back first.

Albert quickly understood Aurora’s intention and was somewhat overwhelmed.

“It’s not that I particularly want you to go back… if you don’t have eyes, how can your body walk back? Purely by perception? Wouldn’t that be boring for you?”

He somewhat helplessly reattached Aurora’s head and patted it back into place firmly: “If you want to watch the experiment, just come with me.”

“Oh.”

Aurora sounded slightly disappointed and followed behind Albert.

“Then, I want to wash your hair.”

She suddenly blurted out.

“No need, I can wash it myself…”

Albert sighed. But seeing the noticeable disappointment of his junior, he turned his own head to the right and twisted it off, handing it to Aurora, “If you really want to, just play with it for now.”

Although he valued his own brilliant mind, if it was Aurora who asked, he was willing to offer his head.

“Oh!”

Aurora happily took Albert’s head, holding it close and affectionately stroking it.

—This was a terrifying feat only two Calamity Stitchers could achieve.

And personally feeling the softness against her chest, Albert’s head’s expression suddenly changed again.

Just as Albert was pondering how to remind her gracefully and politely, the usually reticent Aurora took the initiative to say, “I read the news. From two days ago.”

“Ah, then you tell me about it. I’ve been busy with the latest subject, haven’t caught up with the news for several days.”

Albert casually said, “Though news from two days ago should be called old news…”

“The King died, killed by the Red Chancellor.”

Aurora continued.

“…What?”

Albert was startled.