Global Beast Mastery: Only I Can See the Hints

"What! Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!" Owen shouted loudly.

His voice was so loud that everyone in the alchemist guild hall could hear him.

Many people strained to rise on their tiptoes, stretching their necks, trying hard to get closer to the source of the sound, eager to hear what Charles had said that had made the president of the alchemist guild, Owen, so agitated.

Unfortunately, next to the window of the second-floor office, Charles's figure appeared as he looked down at the hall below.

Under the expectant gazes of the many alchemists in the hall, Charles unhesitatingly shut the soundproof window.

"I mean, President Owen, can you not be so excited? I'm not joking," Charles said, turning around after closing the window, a hint of helplessness in his voice.

At that moment, Owen stood in front of the chair, his eyes fixed on Charles, filled with disbelief and doubt, while Camilla wore a beaming smile, continuously pumping her fists in the air.

"Brother Charles, I knew you could do it!"

"Camilla, wait a minute. You've never been interested in alchemy since you were little, so you don't understand how hard it is to accept what Charles just said!" Owen said, extending a hand to support himself on the table.

He simply couldn't believe his ears; just moments ago, Charles had stated that his purpose for coming today was to buy the alchemical materials for the miracle drug, Spirit Ice Liquid.

As the president of the alchemist guild, Owen was well-informed. He knew that Spirit Ice Liquid was a blue-quality miracle drug, only capable of being refined by elite alchemists.

Then Charles casually mentioned that he had become an elite alchemist just yesterday and had successfully refined a blue-quality miracle drug.

Owen didn't believe it at all!

It had taken him three full years to progress from a high-level alchemist to an elite alchemist!

Then he spent another ten years to advance from elite alchemist to master-level alchemist, after which he had been stuck at the master level without any improvement.

Owen took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, and slowly said, "Charles, are you trying to trick me so you can agree to Seven's challenge and participate in the alchemist duel?"

Charles shrugged helplessly and replied, "I knew you wouldn't believe me. You can call Teacher Colton; he witnessed it all yesterday."

Owen was about to blurt out "Okay," but suddenly noticed a barely perceptible smile on Charles's lips.

Owen immediately shut his mouth, thought for a moment, and then slowly said:

"You clever kid, you almost had me fooled. I haven't spoken to your Teacher Colton for nearly ten years."

At this point, Owen seemed a bit nostalgic, and his mood slightly dipped.

It wasn't until this moment that he could fully calm down and think carefully about whether it was possible for Charles to go from a high-level alchemist to an elite alchemist in such a short time.

Soon, Owen arrived at the answer: it was, of course, impossible!

Charles didn't elaborate further but said:

"When Quinn showed up that day, President Owen, you wanted to help the teacher too, but unfortunately, there was no way to stop everything."

Charles had been present that day and noticed the exchanged glances between Owen and Colton.

From being close brothers to strangers, then back to wanting to help each other in times of trouble.

Charles understood that neither of them wanted to back down, and he had hoped to use Owen's doubts to encourage a connection with Teacher Colton.

He hadn't expected to be seen through by Owen.

"Well, there's no helping it. Can you lend me an alchemy room for a bit? I want to try refining the Spirit Ice Liquid," Charles said as he scratched his head.

Seeing Charles like this, Owen's disbelief slowly began to fade away, and his expression grew quite peculiar.

It was as if he truly wanted everything to be real, but due to his own experiences, he felt it was something humans couldn't achieve, and yet here was Charles achieving it with ease!

"Do you know that your teacher, Colton, took a whole year to advance from high-level alchemist to elite alchemist?" Owen said slowly.

Charles shook his head, indicating he didn't know.

"Maybe the teacher was particularly busy at that time, which is quite normal; I am busy too," Charles thought for a moment and decided to stand up for Teacher Colton.

Owen smiled helplessly and replied:

"There are 24 hours in a day, and your teacher could spend twenty of those hours on alchemy, yet it still took him a full year!"

The atmosphere instantly fell silent.

Charles didn't know how to respond; he worked hard enough as it was, but he hadn't realized that Teacher Colton could achieve such a level of dedication.

"Alright, I know you have classes this afternoon. I will help you collect the alchemical materials for the Spirit Ice Liquid, and have someone deliver them to you. Now you can tell me why you decided to quietly share this with me," Owen said slowly.

He had been stunned by Charles's words earlier, but now that he believed them, he began to ponder why Charles would do such a thing.

Soon, Charles expressed his thoughts once again.

Owen's eyes widened, and his mouth dropped open; it took him a long time to react.

"You really are a peculiar one. Most young people in a situation like this would be itching to teach Seven a lesson, but you seem indifferent, wanting to gain more from it," Owen said slowly.

He paused for a moment, studying Charles closely, and continued, "You really have a level head; you're not like a typical young person. You're even calmer than us old-timers."

"Wait, that's not entirely true. When Seven mentioned your teacher, you showed quite a bit of youthful passion. It seems you care less about yourself and more about those around you."

Charles thought seriously about it; he wasn't sure what kind of person he was. Sometimes he was exceptionally calm, indifferent to the lives of others.

Except for children.

Yes, except for children.

As an adult, everything is a choice, made willingly or forced upon you.

But children are different; they are innocent and pure, having done little wrong. Sneaking away and hiding their mother's remote control is about the worst thing they might do.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

With that thought, Charles fell silent.

He recalled the bodies of those children he had seen beneath the abandoned factory.

"Then I'll trouble you, President Owen. I have other matters to attend to, so I'll take my leave now," Charles said slowly.

Owen looked at Charles and sensed something was off but didn't press further. He thought it was normal; young people can be quite pessimistic, even while being passionate!

A smile suddenly appeared on Colton's face as he said, "Alright, I won't let this out. I'm looking forward to seeing Quinn and Seven's expressions when they discover you are an elite alchemist."

"Especially that guy Quinn. When he discovers he spent a thousand gold coins to ask you to take action, preventing his apprentice from practicing alchemy ever again, will he just collapse?"

Camilla quickly chimed in, adding:

"Anyway, that despicable guy Seven is definitely going to meet a particularly miserable end! He deserves it. If it weren't for Brother Charles becoming an elite alchemist, he might have really failed, and then he wouldn't be able to do alchemy anymore!"

Camilla spoke with great conviction; she wanted to see Seven's painful downfall and felt no sympathy or pity—only the desire to mock him mercilessly!

"You little brat, I wonder whose personality you inherited," Owen grumbled.

Camilla immediately replied, "Grandpa, if you see Quinn in pain, will you comfort him?"

"Of course not! I would just stand beside him, laughing heartily and mocking him," Owen laughed as he answered.

The pressure they both felt had vanished, completely transformed into anticipation for Charles's performance in a few days!

They could hardly wait to see Quinn and Seven become total failures in front of all the people of Genosha!

What a lofty alchemist from the Haunted Marsh! Once in Genosha, if he provoked Charles, he'd have to obediently become a loser!

Meanwhile,

In a hotel in Genosha, Quinn suddenly sneezed for no apparent reason.

"What's going on? I feel a bit off... Is there something I'm overlooking?" Quinn pondered repeatedly in his mind.

He thought and thought again, and concluded that there shouldn't be anything he missed or failed to consider.

This time, using his power to pressure Genosha, he had taken on a lot of risks.

In the Haunted Marsh Alchemist Guild, he wasn't the only master-level alchemist; there were other master-level alchemists who expressed dissatisfaction with his actions.

However, after Quinn explained himself repeatedly, everything was expected to progress in the direction he anticipated, without any surprises.

Moreover, it wouldn't have any negative impact on the headquarters of the Haunted Marsh Alchemist Guild; those people had tacitly approved of his actions.

"Colton, Charles, you two should be content. These little Genosha folks have made me expend a lot of effort and take risks to pressure you, so consider it your honor," Quinn said slowly.

He was very confident in this plan; Charles was a high-level alchemist, and no matter what, he wouldn't be stronger than Seven, nor would he ever become an elite alchemist.

After all, with just a month to spare, even if Charles studied alchemical knowledge for twenty hours a day without rest, it wouldn't be enough for him to become an elite alchemist!

He himself took a year and a half to go from being a high-level alchemist to an elite alchemist.

Charles was just a human, not a god or a demon, and he couldn't achieve the impossible!