Mechanical Alchemist

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With the "Eclipse" totem, Su Lun no longer had to constantly worry about mental aberrations.

He relaxed that taut string at the bottom of his heart and got thoroughly drunk for once.

The potency of "Poet's Honey Wine" was strong, with that floating, ethereal sensation lingering for a very long time.

Su Lun felt as though he had had a very long dream.

This sleep was very solid, bringing an unprecedented sense of security and joy.

The honey wine seemed to have also intoxicated the ferocious beast at the bottom of his heart, and they lay quietly.

He vaguely felt.

That in his sleep, as if someone had been chanting beautiful poems, melodious and pleasant, their echoes resonating within his heart. It was like resting on clouds, experiencing an ineffable and utmost tenderness that transcended words.

He didn't know how much time had passed.

The dream should end.

It was like the golden light of dawn spilling into his eyes,

Su Lun's closed eyelids fluttered slightly as his consciousness gradually realigned with his body.

Only then did he realize that the disturbance of his sweet dreams was the crisp chirping of birds beside his ears.

....

A gentle breeze brushed against his body, one side feeling slightly cool, while the other retained a soft warmth.

Still drowsy, Su Lun moved his body, and the smooth touch felt increasingly real.

It was then that he gradually became more alert.

He wanted to move his arms, only to discover they were trapped in a gentle embrace.

Without any barrier, skin touched skin.

Su Lun slowly opened his eyes to find that at some point, he was entirely naked, mumbling in his heart, no wonder it felt a bit cool.

Upon closer inspection, lying beside him was an equally undraped, stunning body.

The dawn's glow played upon her wheat-colored skin, emanating an amber-like delicate and soft light. The thin blanket on her body failed to conceal her exquisite figure. Strands of morning light shone from behind her, illuminating the contours of her waist and the curves of her hips like undulating hills, alluring and graceful.

This was naturally Yuta.

Their current position was extremely intimate, with Yuta's mostly bare body leaning against Su Lun.

Their extensive skin contact allowed Su Lun to feel her body temperature and the hidden softness beneath her lithe and athletic stature.

Su Lun had seen Yuta naked before, but this was the first time they had such close skin-to-skin contact.

His gaze lingered on her pretty face for a moment, then slid downward. He saw through her at a glance. The smooth visual touch, especially in the morning light, was particularly alluring. It was hard to look away.

Perhaps it was Su Lun's fixed stare that triggered her alertness, as her obedient wolf ears trembled slightly and her eyelashes twitched.

Yuta woke up as well.

Opening her eyes, her gaze was filled with the reflection of Su Lun, and she smiled faintly, "Mr. Su Lun, you're awake?"

The Dalu people weren't shy about expressing their love, and even though she was naked, Yuta barely flinched, her face devoid of any trace of shyness.

Su Lun also felt quite good, chuckling softly, "Hmm."

With that, he gently caressed her face.

Yuta didn't get up, maintaining their intimate position, snuggling up beside Su Lun.

In this treehouse, hundreds of meters above the ground, the breeze served as their blanket, and the clouds as their fleece. Morning light poured down on them, seemingly softening just for them as they savored this rare peace and quiet.

Su Lun gazed at the not yet fully brightened sky, his eyes profound.

It seemed as if he was still savoring that unfettered, pleasant feeling.

This was a solid sleep he had never experienced before.

Yes, and an enjoyment of extreme tenderness.

Neither spoke, Yuta's eyebrows curved, her fluffy white wolf tail sweeping through the air from time to time.

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Su Lun looked on with curiosity and gently touched it with his hand.

The previous two times had been for healing, and while attending to her body, his mind had been free of distractions.

Now, it was completely different.

No need to avert his eyes, he openly appreciated her. Discover stories with My Virtual Library Empire

Yuta did not skimp on showcasing her figure, even turning her body slightly to make it easier for Su Lun to touch.

Yuta's figure might not boast an exaggerated proportion of curves, but it was very symmetrical. Her proud and full grip, waist and hips were just right. Her waist and abdomen had smooth lines, and touching them, he felt a special kind of softness and resilience. Then there were the playful wolf ears and the fluffy tail, which added a wild and natural beauty.

Su Lun played with the wolf tail for a moment, and then his hand landed on the perky part above, enjoying the wonderful feel.

Yuta didn't mind at all.

At that moment, she seemed to sense something and a teasing smile flashed in her eyes, "Mr. Su Lun seems quite spirited this morning~"

Su Lun raised his eyebrows and gently caressed her as a response.

"You seem to be very interested in my tail?"

Yuta said with a smile, not waiting for Su Lun to reply, as she flipped over and sat up.

With the change of position, Su Lun found it more convenient as well.

He could not remember what had happened in his drunken state; it seemed to have happened, yet it also seemed like a dream... not quite real.

And now, he was thoroughly enjoying the delicate sensation without being polite.

At this moment, Yuta seemed to have noticed something and exclaimed in surprise, "Eh~ Mr. Su Lun, there's also a bite mark on your shoulder."

As she spoke, she reached out and touched it.

Su Lun tilted his head and barely managed to see the imprint on his own shoulder.

A teasing glint flashed in Yuta's eyes; she obviously wasn't completely clueless and teased, "Could it be that I bit you when we were drunk? But that's not right, the marks I leave are not like this..."

She was from the White Wolf clan and had a pair of small, sharp fangs.

The bite marks were neat, clearly made by a human.

"Did Katyusha bite me?"

Su Lun felt a mix of amusement and dismay in his heart, vaguely recalling a memory from his drunken state— he seemed to have been bitten.

The girl's bite was quite substantial indeed.

But why did she bite me?

Su Lun tried hard to remember; it was as if Little Red Riding Hood had turned into the Big Bad Wolf?

Drinking could cause memories and dreams to blend together, leaving you unsure whether it was a dream or something that really happened.

However, coming back to it, he hadn't seen her upon waking up; where did Katyusha run off to?

Su Lun looked at himself and Yuta, both undressed; maybe she left to avoid embarrassment?

Yuta looked at Su Lun, a sly smile flickering in her eyes.

She didn't seem to mind, and she didn't dwell on the bite mark.

She laid her entire body on Su Lun's, affectionately rubbing ear against cheek.

Her tail brushed over his body, tickling him, like a tiny current touching every part of him.

Su Lun felt the experience was fantastic.

Yuta giggled as if she sensed something again, "Ah, Mr. Su Lun's spirits are even higher now~"

Su Lun smiled in response, unapologetically reaching up to embrace her.

Yes, it was a vibrant morning indeed.

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After a while, the morning light finally completely pierced through the clouds and shone into the Emerald Holy Land.

Mist and clouds entwined, the whole Holy Land was filled with steaming vitality.

Yuta's bewitching figure was covered by a beast skin skirt and a vest as she busied herself tidying her disheveled hair.

Su Lun also sat up, searching for his clothes to put on.

But as he was putting on his pants, he accidentally felt something scratching his leg.

He reached into his pocket and found a letter.

Realizing what it might be, he didn't avoid Yuta as he opened it, and sure enough, it was left by Katusha.

Yuta, however, showed no interest in looking, as if he guessed what the letter said, and after getting dressed, he said, "Mr. Su Lun, I'll go down first. Otherwise, being seen by the clanspeople later will bring you some trouble~"

With that, the corner of his mouth lifted in a meaningful smile.

"Mhm."

Su Lun nodded with a smile.

Watching Yuta agilely leap down from the treehouse, landing on the branches, and disappearing into the dense foliage above within moments.

Su Lun withdrew his gaze.

As he dressed, he also took the time to read the content of the letter.

The handwriting was neat and graceful.

'Mr. Su Lun, thank you for giving me such a pleasurable life experience. I finally know what my story was missing. Unfortunately, the beauty of this world is fleeting, like the clouds at dawn, a gentle breeze blows, and they dissipate...'

'I'm sorry for leaving without saying goodbye. Because this is the best ending to the story I could think of. When I left, the sky was filled with colorful clouds, escorted by blooming flowers and a gentle breeze, no need for longing.'

'We will eventually blend into all beings, but there is a moment when we are unique to each other. Mr. Su Lun, you must remember, we once watched the stars together. My face is hidden among the stars... If you happen to think of me occasionally, just look up at the night sky. The stars will bring you my blessings.'

'By the time I wrote this letter, my story finally had a soul. Thank you.'

'If the story went on, Katusha would become a carefree grand minstrel. The wildflowers on the hillside bloom, fall, and flourish year after year without an owner. But our story ends here. We probably won't see each other anymore, take good care of yourself. —Katusha'

The content of the letter ended here.

But it seemed she forgot something and added another line afterward: 'Ah... I'm sorry, I only realized I bit you after I woke up. But you are really annoying...^◡^'

Su Lun, looking at the doodled smiley face, his mind suddenly filled with the image of the girl with small freckles and big braids, always polite and well-mannered.

After reading the letter, he murmured unwittingly, "Heh, this girl..."

Though he spoke playfully, he also discerned the undertone of farewell between the lines.

Leaving aside her mysterious origins, he actually had a rather good impression of the girl, Katusha.

She bore no ill will, and he had no desire to speculate with malice.

Even though it was a parting,

Su Lun didn't feel particularly sad.

Luing's territory might be vast, but there were only a few top noble families. With a chance to inquire in the future, he could surely find out which family's young lady "Katusha" was.

Su Lun put away the letter, didn't overthink it, and leapt down from the treehouse as well.

But as he descended, he found that Yuta was waiting for her.

And next to her, there was a white wolf youth with a profound gaze, none other than her younger brother, Arcu.

Su Lun only then realized that the morning light above was not from the next day's dawn.

They had been drunk and asleep in the treehouse for three days and three nights.

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When Su Lun and the others woke up, completely unaware on the other side, a team was swiftly moving through the Silent Forest.

A troop of Dalu clansmen escorted a young lady in a red cloak to the outskirts of the forest.

Once there, the leading black bear Druid did not escort her any further, saying, "Miss Katusha, we will take you only this far."

With a bright smile, the girl in the red cloak waved her hand, "Mhm, thank you, Elder Pasu. The guards from my house have come to pick me up. You can go back now."

"Take care."

"Mhm."

"..."

The Dalu clanspeople disappeared into the dense forest, and shortly after, an imposing guard troop appeared within the woods.

Everyone simultaneously knelt on one knee, performing a Knight's salute, "Miss."

Katyusha nodded her head, showing no hurry to depart.

She cast one final glance back in the direction of the Emerald Holy Land, her pure eyes revealing a complex expression as if recalling something, the corners of her brows lifting in a smile.

Katyusha remained silent for a long time, and none of the guards spoke either, their expressions solemn as they stood quietly waiting at her side.

After a moment, the head elderly butler, looking slightly worried, quietly asked, "Miss, are you alright?"

At these words, as though her emotions had been interrupted, the last trace of longing in Katyusha's eyes finally dissipated.

Her expression darkened, as if she had lost something precious.

She softly replied, "I'm fine."

With those words, it was as if some thought had become clear to her, the wisdom in her gaze growing brighter and brighter.

It was then that Katyusha took out a black notebook and retrieved a fountain pen, rustling softly as she wrote a passage: "Miss Ugly Duckling bid farewell to the amiable Mr. Su Lun whom she found very pleasant to interact with... Reflecting upon it, he was an interesting person unlike any she had met before in her past life. Like a shooting star, he showed her a moment's beauty. She left behind a note, in her heart hoping that Su Lun would remember her. Ah, it seems she doesn't dislike him after all... Indeed, only through experience can one write the best stories. Miss Ugly Duckling also got her desired ending, the most beautiful one she could imagine..."

At this point, Katyusha's pen halted for an instant, as if she had made some difficult decision.

The pen in her hand, like a knife dividing the past and present.

Ultimately, she made the cut.

The last struggle in her eyes suddenly dissipated, becoming like a pool of still water without a ripple.

She continued writing to the last sentence, pausing after each word: "Miss Ugly Duckling buried herself in the past. That instant, she was reborn."

Once this passage was written in the notebook, Katyusha let out a slight sigh of relief.

Then, slowly emerging on that notebook, were a few lines: "Reality alignment 99%, story established!"

In an instant, the story beneath her pen seemed to resonate with some supreme cosmic law.

Katyusha's face was impassive as the two adorable braids over her shoulders suddenly became fluffy and disheveled. Her lovely flaxen hair flashed with light, magically transforming into a cascade of bright purple. Her freckles vanished, her figure became more graceful, and she suddenly shone radiantly.

The innocent cuteness vanished in a moment, her expression proud like that of a queen, commanding awe.

Yet, at this time, the marvel had only just begun.

The aura around the woman with purple hair rose higher, her body haloed with a strange white glow.

This was a state even more intense than when she recited poetry in the Emerald Holy Land.

She took out a flask from her Storage Ring and took a swig. Walking on, she continued to write: "She died last night, her heart as calm as still water; I am reborn this morning, in a world where spring abounds..."

Each stroke penned a world within the book.

The next instant, the marvel abruptly manifested.

World of the book, fantasy incarnated.

The woman with purple hair slowly closed her eyes, and concentric ripples visible to the naked eye gathered around her.

The elderly butler and the guards, as if they recognized the significance of this phenomenon, dared not look directly and promptly bowed their heads, prostrating themselves on the ground.

The woman with purple hair paid no attention to them as she stepped toward the forest. With each step, fresh, tender grass sprouted from the frozen mud beneath her feet.

Breaking soil, germinating, growing, blooming... a vista of vibrant life unfolded.

The path she walked turned into a small trail of flowers and brocades through the forest.

With each step, the ripples around her grew denser, gradually forming a special domain.

At that moment, the woman with purple hair came to a halt.

When she opened her eyes again, they were filled with brilliant stars.

"I've entered the 'Saint Realm'."

The voice was nonchalant, yet it seemed to carry an endless resonance, harmonizing with the universe.

Transcendent, sanctified.

At that moment, a fresh marvel arose, as the primeval and icy forest blossomed into spring.

Yekaterina didn't linger any longer, and walked forward.