Volume 1: The Most Absurd War Chapter 1: The Alchemist Who Crossed Time and Space

  In ancient times, this continent was a world ruled by the gods. The gods of Ferren watched every corner of the world at all times, concerned with the lives of mortals, and only a fool would ignore the existence of their earthly representatives.

  Brave knights, for glory and wealth, fearlessly explore the tombs of ancient kings. Arrogant bandits lurk in the dark alleys of old towns, plotting their next move. Devout priests wield their staffs and sacred spells to strike down any evil force that threatens the continent. Cunning wizards plunder the ruins of abandoned kingdoms, recklessly delving into forbidden secrets hidden from the light of day. Dragons, giants, black-hearted villains, demons, savage tribes, and unimaginable evil creatures lurk in terrifying dungeons, endless caverns, abandoned cities, and vast wastelands, ready to devour the blood of adventurers at any moment. Nations rise and fall in war and disaster, dead gods are reborn to continue their evil, humans, elves, dwarves, and various other races waste their lives in endless wars. Eternal swords and magic, eternal dragons and heroes, seem to never end, nor change, until the arrival of a new era.

  When the dark soul castle flew over the Eno Oak Desert, announcing the revival of Colorail, no one could have imagined what kind of change these 25,000 imperial remnants would bring to this world.

  Paper and printing, schools and education, gunpowder and firearms, science and arcana, metallurgy and mechanical engineering, compasses and new navigation. All this did not come out of thin air, but was the result of the hard work of many generations. Finally, the Second Empire of Durandal was established. It exterminated the Ferlin Morkai, conquered the Dark Territory, and with the power of science and arcana, bravely declared its sovereignty to the gods, which would undoubtedly lead to a backlash from those who had benefited.

  The protracted war of the continent that lasted for a hundred years was a war between gods and wise men for world domination. The collapse of the faith system and the fall of the gods announced the victory of the wise men. The remaining gods either reached a compromise with various countries, abandoning secular power to win the favor of believers, or retreated to their own nests to lick their bloody wounds, thinking about making a comeback at all times.

  The Second Empire of Nisrael, having grasped the world's hegemony, slowly slid into corruption. The Imperial Senate gradually became a den of iniquity, which naturally led to dissatisfaction among those who possessed knowledge. At the same time, it also gave hope to the empire's enemies.

  The dice of fate quietly began its rotation.

  A butterfly that traversed time and space also burst into this world at this moment.

  Manas Airport New Zealand Emon Port 1990

  A cold and wet gale swept across the sea, under a gloomy cloud layer, countless broken masts and sails were burning fiercely. Survivors of the battle clung to the broken boards, dragging their battered bodies in the bloody sea, while more people had already fallen asleep on the seabed, becoming a feast for fish and shrimp.

  The 6,000 relief troops sent by the Nai'Shor Empire to the colonies on the continent of Manas were ambushed and sunk along with their entire fleet by the elven fleet lying in wait off the coast of Emon. Not a single ship escaped. All officers were killed, and fewer than 100 survivors were rescued. The fortress at Emon was bombarded by the elven army, suffering heavy damage, and over 1,000 casualties.

  This war represents a complete rupture between the Niseral Empire and the Elven Kingdom. The situation has developed to this point, and war is now inevitable. However, compared to what will happen next, this is just a small prelude. An era of turmoil and transformation, where dreams and courage are intertwined, is about to arrive.

  Conspiracy clashed with conspiracy, ambition collided with ambition. The flames of war that engulfed the world in a decade or so accompanied the global struggle for supremacy between humans and elves. The downfall of a vast empire, the final counterattack of the gods, the invasion of beastmen and undead creatures against the entire world, the world struggled forward in twists and turns, and finally, a new world was born in blood and fire, and civilization also transitioned from modern to contemporary.

  The Battle of Amoy Harbour was where everything started.

  This was something Filius & Taylor learned in history class at Deepwater University, but he never thought that one day he would be in the same situation.

  "Hah, I'm really exhausted." Filius*Taylor wiped the sweat from his forehead, using all his remaining magic to create a long white cloth, then handed it along with the last bottle of healing potion to the old military doctor beside him, "The rest is up to you, no problem, right?"

  "No problem at all, I can still handle the remaining few people, thank you so much." The old military doctor took over the things and thanked him repeatedly, "This was originally my responsibility, thanks to you that we could rescue so many young men back."

  Today was really unlucky, Phil thought to himself as he stretched his waist. Half a day ago, he had fallen from over ten meters high in the air onto the sandy beach with a loud explosion, almost splitting his butt in two. After barely managing to get up, he was caught by a group of soldiers and had no choice but to treat the wounded soldiers who were pulled out from the ruins. It wasn't until now that he realized the pink mage robe he was wearing was actually the high-ranking military mage uniform of the Niselle Empire. Exhausted, he had been working till now and didn't have any strength left.

  This damn wish-granting spell had actually brought him to the continent of Kalimdor during the Second War. Fili never thought he'd have a second chance at crossing over, but there it was right in front of him and all he could do was pinch his nose and acknowledge reality while cursing his clumsy ancestors a few hundred times.

  In the year DR 2350, Elturel was a world-renowned metropolis, but during the Time of Troubles it wasn't exactly the best place to be. The infamous Blood New Year massacre took place here, and if possible, Phirri would have liked to escape this ill-omened place immediately, to inland towns that wouldn't be affected by war, the sooner the better.

  But... looking around at the armed soldiers, he gave up on that idea. Since he was discovered on the battlefield and wearing a military uniform, he was naturally taken as an imperial aid mage by the garrison of Emon Port. And deserters in this era... uh... should say in any era are punishable by death, he didn't want to joke about his own head. Moreover, he had no money, and couldn't get through anywhere.

  Forget it, might as well stay in the army for a while longer, at least there's food to eat and military pay to collect. The relief troops were almost all killed off, and even if they did come, they probably wouldn't recognize this fake anyway. It's still early spring, and that massacre is still far away. Phil thought about it like this, and suddenly felt a lot more at ease. He leaned against the wall root for a while, then stood up and walked to the center of the courtyard, where he scooped up a handful of clear water from the fountain and wanted to wash his face.

  On the water's surface, a beautiful face was reflected, with delicate features that seemed like exquisite handicrafts, and long black hair that fell down like a waterfall, shining with a soft light in the sunlight. With sapphire-like bright eyes, although not yet a stunning beauty, she was still a rare beauty, fully meeting his ideal of a dream lover. Unfortunately, this face now belonged to him.

  This is another major result of the wish-granting technique. Wanting a handsome appearance, wanting the favor of beautiful women, but ending up being sent to over 300 years ago with an attached beautiful woman's face, Phil was so frustrated that he wanted to cry but had no tears.

  "Is the young lady from around here?" A gentle voice came from behind. Fili turned her head to see a young officer sitting on the long chair by the pool, smiling at her. "Let me introduce myself, I'm Charlotte Sarton, Lieutenant Colonel Emmon's adjutant and head of security, how may I address you, miss?"

  "Feili?Taylor." Being treated as a woman felt terrible, but the pervert feeling of wearing women's clothes was even worse, so Feili decided to be ambiguous.

  "It's Miss Taylor, a female military law enforcement officer is quite rare. Ah, Silver Badge...” Charlotte noticed the silver six-pointed star on Fili’s clothes and slightly paused, “Wow, Miss Taylor has achieved so much at such a young age, she’s truly a magical genius!”

  "Modesty becomes you, Mr. Sutton." Ferri smiled incredulously. A silver badge was the basic requirement for graduation from Alchemist University in DR2350, and there were several thousand people with this level of skill in Silvermoon City alone, nothing special at all.

  But he forgot that it was over 300 years ago, alchemists had just become an independent profession, and the training of alchemists at that time was not like Phil's at Deepwater University, where experiments relied on intelligent magic nets. The sky-high cost of experimental materials alone could scare off a large number of people who were not wealthy, and those who could reach the Silver Badge level were extremely rare.

  In the unstable Demon Web, known as the "Magic Desert", magical talents are even rarer. Even in the entire New Eridoria, Silver Badge Alchemists will not exceed 20 in total. Emmon Port doesn't even have a Copper Badge, and Charlotte has long wanted to recruit an alchemist who can both fight and create all sorts of good things. Now she won't let anyone get away.

  "Miss Taylor, are you interested in joining the Emon Garrison? Your original unit no longer exists, how about becoming my military advisor? The treatment will be absolutely superior."

  "Ah, this......" Fili was slightly taken aback, "Can I think about it for a moment?"

  Charlotte hastened, as a Silver Badge Alchemist in New Delos was an absolute rare animal. If she delayed for even one step, her small rank of Lieutenant Colonel would absolutely be unable to compete with those big shots.

  "Miss Taylor, if you're willing to join the Emon garrison, I can pay you double, no, triple the salary. The conditions in Emon may not be the best, but they're far better than the Northern Front. It's still snowing there, and soldiers often get their noses frozen off - that would be a great harm to your delicate skin!"

  The Northern Front! Phil felt a chill run down his spine. As a two-generation otaku and bookworm, he had never thought that he would end up on a bloody battlefield. But in this turbulent era, soldiers were always facing death. If he was sent to the Northern Front, he might die even faster.

  "Is there really triple pay?" Phil's face lit up with a bright smile as he made up his mind.

  "Of course it's true, I..."

  "Charlotte, how are you deceiving people's little girls again?" A bright and clear voice came from not far away. Charlotte turned her head to look back, and quickly jumped up from the long chair, "Governor, why have you come?"

  Governor? Ferri narrowed his eyes and carefully sized up the middle-aged man in front of him. Dark, slightly wrinkled skin, snow-white curly hair, bright red eyes plus a pair of pointed ears, the governor was actually a dark elf!

  "I'll go take a look at the damage." The governor glanced at Ferry, then turned to Charlotte and said, "The fire in the city has finally been put out. How are things at the harbor and the fort?"

  Charlotte smiled wryly, pointing to the not-too-distant ruins still smoking, "As you can see, everything is gone. When I arrived, only this field hospital was left intact, and the rest were all destroyed in the bombardment. My brothers and I from the security team worked for half a day to pull out 60 people from inside, and another 19 were fished out of the sea. The Spirit Army sent small boats to shoot down those who fell into the water, and we had no way to stop them."

  "What a bunch of bastards!" The governor's face twitched and then turned to face Phil, "Who is this?"

  "This is Miss Filia Taylor, who escaped from the fleet. I just found her as a military lawyer, Your Excellency, don't take her away from me." Charlotte said hastily.

  The Governor smiled indifferently, "Nice to meet you, I'm Sohn Norm, the Governor of New Mazonber State. We'll probably be working together for a long time in the future. The Emon Guard is still short of a Chief of Staff, are you interested, miss?"

  "If Mr. Seldon's promised threefold salary remains unchanged," said Philip, seeing Charlotte nodding busily, "I am delighted!"

  "Also, there is one mistake I must correct with both of you."

  The governor and the head of the garrison pricked up their ears.

  I'm a man!

  Volume 1: The Most Absurd War Chapter 1: The Alchemist Who Crossed Time and Space