My Charity System made me too OP-Chapter 180: Zekrath Academy II

The old examiner silently watched as the majority went to the right side. "In case you all did not hear me, only a few of you have passed. So reconsider your decision, or the consequences will be dire," he said calmly.

A few among those on the right hesitated and moved to the left side.

Exactly five minutes later, the old examiner spoke again. "I told you all that only a few were able to pass, yet you all acted like fools, standing there with false confidence." His eyes grew cold as he continued, "I warned you—the consequences will be dire."

With a single motion of his finger, except the 97 selected "passers" , the rest suddenly began to burn in eerie blue flames, their bodies turning to dust in mere seconds. Their screams of agony echoed before they perished completely.

"A true alchemist is someone who pursues the truth, yet you all couldn’t even be honest with yourselves. How can you possibly walk the path of wisdom?" the old examiner said coldly as he turned to the left side. "Those who stood firm from the start, you may take the test again next year. However, it will be a Tier III Alchemy test. As for those who ignored my warning and moved after I spoke, you are forever banned from setting foot on the grounds of Zerkath Academy."

With a wave of his hand, those on the left side were escorted out of the hall.

Now, only the true 97 participants remained, including Leon. They glanced at the old examiner, who turned to them. For a moment, his face softened, and his cold expression faded.

"Now, let me show you to your quarters. Inside, you will find the academy’s alchemy manual as well as your classes Schedule," he said, gesturing for them to follow.

The remaining 97 participants followed the old examiner through the grand halls of Zerkath Academy. The intricate architecture, adorned with ancient alchemy symbols and glowing runes, gave the place an almost mystical aura. The further they walked, the more Leon could sense the powerful alchemical energy embedded within the academy itself.

After a short while, they arrived at a large circular courtyard, where several dormitory buildings stood in a perfect formation.

"These are your living quarters," the old examiner announced. "Each of you has been assigned an individual room. Inside, you will find the basic alchemy manual of Zerkath Academy, which will serve as your foundation in the coming years."

He raised his hand, and several academy attendants stepped forward, each carrying a scroll.

"Take these. They contain the rules and schedules you are expected to follow. Failure to comply will result in expulsion, or worse."

Leon took his scroll, scanning its contents briefly. The rules were strict, as expected. The schedule included rigorous training, alchemy lessons, and various practical examinations.

"Your training begins tomorrow at dawn. Rest well, for the path of an alchemist is not for the weak," the old examiner said before turning and leaving.

Leon entered his assigned room, which was surprisingly spacious. A wooden desk stood in one corner, filled with alchemy tools and basic ingredients, while a bookshelf contained various tomes on potion-making, transmutation, and elemental fusion.

On the bed, a single book lay open. The title read:

"Zerkath Academy’s Fundamentals of Alchemy: Volume I."

Leon raised his brows as he flipped through the pages. "Looks like things are about to get interesting."

Earlier, he had thought the academy wouldn’t matter much, but as he read through the manual, he realized that some of its principles were different from what he knew. They were more sophisticated, far more advanced than his current knowledge.

"This book contains knowledge that far surpasses the alchemy I’ve studied," Leon murmured, amazed as he delved deeper into it.

The next day, Leon donned his academy uniform—a simple black robe-like outfit that signified his status as a student. Though plain in design, the fabric was high quality, enchanted with minor protective runes to resist wear and tear.

As he stepped out of his dormitory, he observed the other students making their way to their respective classes, some chatting excitedly while others appeared nervous. The Zekrath Academy was not just a place of learning but a crucible where only the most talented alchemists thrived.

Leon followed the directions given in the manual and arrived at a grand lecture hall. Inside, rows of neatly arranged desks filled the room, and a large blackboard stood at the front. He took a seat near the middle, neither too conspicuous nor too hidden. Soon, the chatter quieted as an elderly man in a long silver robe entered. His sharp eyes scanned the room before he tapped his cane against the floor.

"Welcome, students. I am Master Alric, your instructor for Alchemy Fundamentals. You may think you understand the basics, but let me tell you—everything you know is merely the surface. True alchemy is not just mixing ingredients but understanding the essence of matter itself."

With that, he waved his hand, and vials of glowing liquid floated before each student.

"For your first lesson, you will analyze the properties of these potions and identify their components. Use only observation and deduction. No magic, no tools. Let’s see how sharp your minds are."

Leon smirked as he picked up his vial, the liquid swirling within. "This is going to be easy."

"Sage Eyes."

Leon inwardly activated his special ability, but the moment he did, a sudden jolt of electricity surged through his body.

"ARGHHHHHHH!"

Pain wracked his nerves as his body convulsed from the shock. His vision blurred, and the burning sensation spread across his limbs. Smoke rose from his singed hair, his face darkened from the sudden discharge.

"Did I forget to mention?" Master Alric’s voice rang out, amusement laced in his tone. "No special techniques are allowed. Now, everyone knows not to rely on shortcuts."

The other students snickered at Leon’s misfortune, some whispering among themselves. He clenched his fists, barely able to register what was happening as pain clouded his thoughts. Then, in an instant, a soft slash of mana energy swept over him.

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Leon’s charred skin peeled away, revealing fresh, healed flesh beneath. His scorched hair regrew, and the pain faded almost instantly.

Alric watched him with a sharp gaze. "I reviewed your records. It states that you ranked at the top, but it seems you merely relied on your special eyes to get there." His expression turned cold. "Now, identify all the vials correctly—without your Sage Eyes—or I will expel you immediately."

Leon took a deep breath, his fists still clenched as he slowly stood up. He nodded without a word, suppressing his irritation.

’What the hell is with this dungeon’s difficulty? Is this some kind of nightmare mode?’ Leon inwardly cursed as he focused, pushing his frustration aside.

This time, he activated his Alchemy Sense—a natural technique used by true alchemists. Unlike his Sage Eyes, which gave direct answers, Alchemy Sense relied on mana emission and mental acuity, allowing an alchemist to probe substances at a deep level.

He exhaled, placing his hand near the vial. His mana spread out, brushing against the potion’s essence, breaking it down into its base components.

Taking a deep breath, Leon increased his focus. This wasn’t difficult for him—he had done it many times before while creating new potions using the knowledge from the legacy book.

He began to explore each vial in exquisite detail, breaking down the core essence of the substances within. Each herb had its own distinct essence, and as a Tier V Alchemist, he had knowledge of almost over a million different compositions.

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One by one, he analyzed the vials, identifying their components effortlessly. "Let’s see… this one contains Dragonleaf Essence… this has Spiritroot Extract… and this is infused with Lunar Dew."

His mana flowed seamlessly, resonating with the alchemical properties of each substance. A faint glow surrounded the vials as he methodically deciphered their contents, proving his mastery.

Alric observed Leon with narrowed eyes, waiting for him to falter. However, as the seconds passed, Leon’s movements remained precise, his expression calm and focused.

"Dragonleaf Essence, Spiritroot Extract, and Lunar Dew," Leon stated confidently as he placed the vials down. "This one here is infused with Fire Lotus Nectar, and this... is a diluted form of Abyssal Nightshade."

Murmurs spread among the students. Identifying herbs and potions by essence alone was something only seasoned alchemists could do, yet Leon was handling it effortlessly.

Alric’s smirk faded slightly. "Impressive… but that was just the easy part. Now, mix them to create a stable Elixir of Rejuvenation. If you make even the slightest mistake, the potion will turn into poison."

Leon inwardly scoffed. What kind of entry-level test is this?

Still, he played along. He carefully measured each ingredient, controlling the alchemical reaction with expert precision. As he combined the extracts, the liquid glowed faintly, swirling in a mesmerizing pattern before settling into a deep emerald color.

A faint medicinal fragrance filled the air—an unmistakable sign of a perfectly crafted Elixir of Rejuvenation.

Leon lifted the vial and placed it before Alric. "Done."

Alric picked up the vial, examining it closely. The clarity, the balance of essences—there was no doubt. This was a flawless potion.

Silence filled the room.

Alric exhaled sharply. "It seems you have some real skill after all." His tone was neutral, but there was an underlying irritation. "Very well. You pass this test."

Leon nodded though inwardly he was cursing ’ whats the problem with this guy?’ he thought.