White Barge Clear River

A spoonful of Jiangbaisu, a scroll of Kuhesu, and a bottle of syrup so sweet it's nauseating.
Stir the crucible, evaporate the moisture.
Drink down the pain, reap a new life.
In the lands of steampunk alchemy, demons run rampant, elements drift, heresy lurks.
Xia Zhou looks up to the Mage's Holy Place, immerses himself in studying toxins, forging his own path of magehood.
(This is not an invincible story. The invincible tag is system-generated and I can't remove it.)

My Rejuvenation Speed is A 'Little' Fast

The next morning, December 4th, was a Thursday, 12 days away from the Winter Curtain Festival.


Xia Zhou had the night shift today. He wouldn't be home until the following morning.


Before leaving, he spent a few sweet minutes with An Ruer, assuring her again and again that he would be home on time, then he set off in a public carriage.


At the very first moment of awakening, he cast a Decay Curse on the fool, Ufakas.


Entering the large underground laboratory on the 7th floor, he maintained the [Bloodline Curse].


Last night, he gained 155 experience points in over two hours.


Today, he must at least gain 1600 experience points.


Rexasor was comfortably lying on a recliner. Seeing Xia Zhou, he swung an arm for a greeting, then began meditating.


Xia Zhou noticed that Baldhead didn't detect him casting the spell, which put him at ease.


As usual, he released Poison Sensing to monitor the Blood Demons in the culture vats.


Chapter 75: The Convert