A Beekeeper in a Magical World

Hua Mi unfolded the folding knife, its blade gleaming silver and exceptionally sharp.

He casually made a few strokes in the air.

No effect.

It seemed like the idea of cutting through space was nothing more than wishful thinking.

Hua Mi then pressed the blade against the tabletop and made a stroke, leaving no mark. Instead, the blade seemed to melt at the point of contact, flattening out.

But once it detached from the surface, it immediately returned to its original state.

Hua Mi tried pressing the blade against his palm, applying gradual force.

Starting from the tip, it slowly retracted, transforming into an irregular flat shape.

Once detached, it instantly reverted to its original form.

"It can be used for magic tricks..."

Hua Mi, in a moment of curiosity, began poking around with the folding knife. When the blade touched the lockhole of a drawer, it "melted," sliding effortlessly into the keyhole.

"Huh?"

Hua Mi twisted it lightly.

Click, the lock opened.

Drawing out the folding knife, the blade instantly restored its original shape.

He tried other keyholes, and they all opened easily.

Seems like I've figured out its purpose...

A thief's tool, indeed.

Hua Mi stowed the silver folding knife into his ring.

Of course, as an honest merchant, he rarely had use for such things.

But in special situations, like in a game, when opening chests or doors to the next adventure area, this little folding knife could come in handy.

After inventorying his belongings, Hua Mi went to bed.

Under the influence of the Moon Slumber Honey, he slept until he naturally woke up.

...

Early morning in Heishi Town was the most peaceful time of the day.

Soon, the streets would turn as bustling as a market.

Thud—

A muffled sound echoed.

It came from an inconspicuous pointed-roofed house beside the street.

After the thud, black smoke wafted out from the basement window of the house.

The dense smoke drifted onto the street, carrying a pungent odor.

Passersby covered their mouths and noses.

"Is that the Johnson family? What are they up to?"

"I heard his niece is studying alchemy, turning the house into a mess."

"Wild alchemists are never any good; they're bound to go astray."

"She's always restless, likes to adventure everywhere, picking up bad habits along the way."

"Maybe we should report to the city hall and get her kicked out—before she poisons the whole town."

At that moment, the basement door banged open, and a slender figure rushed out, covered in soot, with disheveled hair.

She ascended the stairs to the ground level, breathing in the fresh air deeply.

Pedestrians hastened their steps, avoiding her like she carried a contagious disease.

Bang—

The front door of the house was forcefully thrown open.

A chubby, bearded man stormed out, his face flushed. "Hillia, I've had enough! Must you blow up the house before you stop these experiments?"

"Stay calm, Jason," Hillia glanced at him. "I paid the rent, well above market value."

The man angrily retorted, "This is my house! I'm your uncle, and I won't allow you to do these things! From now on, stop your crazy experiments, or I swear I'll throw that cauldron of yours out!"

"That thing is quite heavy, be careful not to strain your back."

A rough voice interjected.

A beastman, Cole, stepped forward, cracking his knuckles in front of Jason.

Jason instinctively stepped back, fear evident in his eyes.

He both despised and feared Hillia's companion.

Lycanthropy was a vicious curse, and it was contagious. No one wanted to conflict with a beastman.

"Mr. Jason, we signed an agreement." Carter politely approached, smiling. "The most important thing in life is honesty, isn't it?"

"I..."

Before Jason could speak, Carter unilaterally shook his hand.

"I hope we can get along well in the future. Anything can be discussed, no need for conflicts. What do you say?"

A gold coin discreetly passed into Jason's hand.

Jason's eyes brightened, silently retracting his hand and pocketing the coin. Clearing his throat, he said, "You should also be careful not to make too much noise and disturb the neighbors."

With that, Jason turned and went back inside, his steps much lighter.

"Looks like it's not going smoothly," Carter handed Hillia a handkerchief.

Hillia took it and wiped her face, saying calmly, "In fact, the Swiftwing elixir is already completed. I'm trying to create a more advanced magical potion."

Carter seemed surprised at the revelation.

After the black smoke dissipated, the three entered the basement.

The room still retained a pungent odor, unbearable for Cole, who stood at the entrance without entering.

In the dim basement, a semi-automatic alchemy cauldron occupied the center.

Various materials were scattered around.

"Hillia, you look like a swamp witch now," Cole teased.

Ignoring Cole's banter, Hillia picked up a small bottle of pale green potion from a nearby shelf, labeled "Swiftwing."

Carter took it, examined it, and opened the cap to sniff. "Looks and smells about right. Wonder how effective it is in practice."

Hillia said, "No issues. I tested it last night, and its effects are impressive, comparable to intermediate-level Swiftwing elixirs on the market."

"You tested it on yourself?" Carter looked at her in shock. "That could be deadly!"

"Stay calm." Hillia continued, "Firstly, I'm fine. Secondly, it's the only way to verify. I can't bring myself to experiment on others."

"Let Cole try it!"

"Go to hell, Carter!"

"What I meant is, your physique far surpasses ordinary people. Even if something goes wrong, you can handle it."

"You make a good point, but still, go to hell, Carter!"

Carter coughed awkwardly, shifting the subject, "Without a formula, you managed to develop an intermediate Swiftwing elixir in such a short time. It seems you truly have alchemical talent. Maybe switching to this path was the right choice."

In reality, he was downplaying it a bit.

Such talent could be considered genius.

"It's just a bottle of Swiftwing elixir, nothing to brag about. But it does give me great encouragement." Hillia's voice lightened.

"In the future, leave the materials to me and Carter; you focus on alchemy." Cole patted his chest, saying, "Ha, with an alchemist in the team, we can dominate, easily traversing five-star adventure areas."

"More precisely, it's alchemical potion branch." Hillia's gaze fell on the alchemical cauldron. "This cauldron can provide significant help in the early stages, but I can't rely on it forever. Truth be told, I still have a long way to go. For a truly perfect alchemical potion, this is it."

Hillia took out the bottle of Moon Slumber Honey, now only a quarter full.

"Current alchemical potions on the market, no matter how optimized, always have side

effects. The stronger the effect, the more obvious the side effects. Some side effects are so severe that another potion is needed to neutralize them, but that only accelerates the accumulation of toxins.

"The buildup of toxins in the body will inevitably cause irreversible damage. The alchemist in the Black Forest gave me this potion, and though its effects aren't potent, it truly achieves zero toxins, a qualitative improvement.

"The more you understand alchemy, the more you'll appreciate how difficult this is. So far, no alchemist has reached this level, not even those from prestigious academies. Only he has done it, a true genius, a beacon in the alchemical world!"

Hillia's eyes sparkled.

Carter and Cole witnessed her fervor for the first time.

Well, she's becoming more like the stereotypical image people have of wild alchemists.

...

The next day, Hua Mi arrived in the Otherworld.

He immediately sensed a drop in temperature.

Opening the window, he saw a glaring white landscape.

The ground was covered in thick snow, and the trees were dressed in white.

"It's snowing."