'Where am I...?' Wain muttered to himself as he opened his eyes and slowly rose.

He felt slightly tired, but there was no longer a trace of wounds on his body as though they had never existed.

'Damn... I'm in Void with this crazy one, but I guess she's not my enemy after all. I wonder what kind of potion she gave me? My organs were damaged, and my ribs were broken, but I'm perfectly fine now.' Wain inwardly said before getting off the bed.

Crackling.

The door to the room opened as Marlis stepped inside. She was in her white robe as before, but now she looked as though the most important meeting of her life was about to take place. She had her hair and makeup done and was wearing cute shoes.

"Oh, you're finally awake, that's good, I was just about to leave." Marlis said with a calm look.

"Hmm? You're not taking me to Death Shore?" Wain asked while in confusion.

"I will, but only after you fulfill the condition. I don't want Sven to blame me for your death later, so first, tell me, what is your Rank in the Arena?" Marlis asked while gathering some potions into her bag.

"I haven't been there in a long time, but I was awarded Rank-A. Isn't that enough?" Wain muttered.

"Rank-A?" Marlis tilted her head in a puzzled manner as though Wain was talking some nonsense.

"Is something wrong?" Wain frowned.

"Ah... You only recently entered the Fourth Chronicle, right?" Marlis asked while staring intently at Wain.

"No, I've been in the Fourth Chronicle for three months. That's definitely quite a long time." Wain said in a confident voice.

"Ahahahahahahaha." Marlis suddenly laughed, "Three months? Do you think that's a long time?! Damn... Are you kidding pretty good, or are you just stupid? For the Fourth Chronicle, three months is like a few days for the average person."

"Hmm? Is that so?" Wain tilted his head with a thoughtful look.

"Of course it is. Right now, your life expectancy is over five hundred years, though that's not enough for most people to make it to the Fifth Chronicle." Marlis shook her hand, "Anyway. A special arena is now open for you, there are no Ranks, only Rating, so my condition is very simple. I will only take you to Death Shore if you are in the top ten strongest of the Fourth Chronicle. Otherwise, it will be certain death."

"Special Arena... Top Ten... That sounds serious." Wain muttered while holding his chin with a curious look.

"Just so you know, I used to be number three!" Marlis said in a proud voice.

"Why not number one?" Wain smirked, "Were you too weak for that?"

"No." Marlis shook her head with a smile on her face as she touched her chest, "Because Sven was first, so even if I could have beaten him, I wouldn't have."

'Looks like the next time we meet, I should thank Sven properly. He set himself up pretty badly by sending me to Marlis. Not only is she crazy, but she's obviously obsessed with him, that's really creepy...' Wain muttered inwardly.

'I agree. Women like that give me the creeps all over my body. He hasn't avoided her for anything for so many years, it's a headache.' Gladius spoke in a voice as if he felt sorry for Sven.

"Anyway, you got me. I'm off, I have a date! When you're in the Top 10, come here, and I'll help you, not for free of course, so prepare three or four million Void Souls, the final amount will depend on my mood. Bye, bye." Marlis said as she left the area.

"She just left me here? Isn't she afraid I might be a thief?" Wain muttered.

"Huh, you better not touch anything here. She may be crazy, but she's equal to Sven, so you shouldn't mess with her, much less piss her off. She could crush your heart, don't forget that." Gladius uttered in a serious voice.

"Well, as though such a thing could be forgotten." Wain muttered as he headed into the next room, "Taking anything without her permission is deadly, but there's nothing wrong if I just watch, right?"

Wain opened the door and found himself in a spacious room with many cabinets of various books.

"Looks like I'll have to stay here for a while." Wain smiled before picking up one of the books from the shelf.

The book was thick and old, with over a thousand pages. Wain was not an alchemist, but he was curious to know what information the Fifth Chronicle alchemist used.

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He spent several hours in Marlis' personal library as he read several books, one of which was very large.

'Damn... I knew alchemy was complicated, but this was too much... I understand almost nothing. How do Lui Bu and Edena do it? They're really talented.' Wain muttered inwardly while shaking his head, 'I wish I could bring these books to them, for Lui Bu and Edena, they would probably be very useful, at least more than me.'

'I wouldn't be so sure about that.' Blind Sorcerer suddenly said.

'Hmm? What do you mean?'

'Alchemy is unaccustomed to you, so you understand nothing, but I memorized every word that you read.' Blind Sorcerer spoke in a confident voice.

'And...? Have you decided to brag about how clever you are and how good your memory is? Wain frowned.

'No. I just want to help you, as always. I can transfer that knowledge into the minds of your young alchemists. The books that are here are definitely of the highest quality, moreover, they are rare, and most likely, many of them only exist in a single copy.' Blind Sorcerer said as if he were a teacher.

"Huh, that's just great!" Wain exclaimed with a cheerful look, "Marlis hasn't seen Sven in years, so I have enough time to read at least a hundred books! Okay, let's get started!"