Transmigrated as an Extra: Awakening of The Ex‐Class'-Chapter 52 : Alchemy class

Cynthia stood motionless in front of the white walls of the lab, observing every corner of the place, fixing her gaze on the students preparing for their experiments. The dull light of the lamps was reflected in the crystalline containers that rested on the tables, shining with an intensity of a silvery tone. After a moment, she walked away unhurriedly and sat in a corner, as if the environment around her did not matter to her in the least.

I approached her, after a slight sigh, since we were in the same group.

"Hello, it seems that this time we got someone we know," I said, trying to lighten the atmosphere as I greeted her.

Cynthia looked up for a moment, barely looked at me, and answered indifferently,

"Ah, yes..."

Silence soon reigned between us, like a fog. I was not one to talk much, and apparently Cynthia was not either. I felt a little uncomfortable, but to my relief, the third member of the group appeared at the right moment. She was a girl with thick glasses, short hair, and her delicate figure almost went unnoticed among the others.

"Hello... hello," she said, whispering, and her eyes looked at the floor, avoiding any eye contact.

I greeted her cordially, observing at the same time the curious thing about this group.

The teacher, a figure who today wore a white robe embroidered with the number VI, spoke to us. Her presence seemed to fill the room.

"Well, since everyone has already formed groups, allow me to begin," she said, looking at each of us, with a calm but deep voice that resonated throughout the place. "As we worked previously, you should already be familiar with the basic method of alchemy. Now, my assistant here will give you the formula. You have exactly two hours to make and deliver the potion. Good luck!

***

Cynthia was the first to react. Quickly taking the initiative.

"First, pass me the aspistol leaves and the gogonea roots. You, get ready, have the containers ready," she ordered the girl with glasses, who nodded immediately, obeying without question.

I, for my part, began to grind the remaining aspistol leaves with a mortar and pestle and mixed it with a bit of drackar sap, a magical tree that grows only in the northern lands, whose sap helps heal wounds.

The mixture generated a viscous fluid. Which I poured into a glass container designed especially for alchemical fluids, then began to heat it in constant intervals of thirty seconds.

Suddenly, Cynthia looked at me with wide eyes, and her words came out with unexpected fury.

"What are you doing?!" —she screamed, her eyes full of disbelief.

—You don’t see, do you? —I answered, looking at the gently bubbling mixture.

—No, all I see is that you’re about to do all this wrong —Cynthia said, annoyed, and her tone revealed a mix of frustration and fear.

—It’s much more efficient to do it this way —I commented, without stopping moving—. This method removes impurities from the ingredients faster and improves the quality of the potion. The key is in the resonance of the sap with the gogonean roots.

She looked at me with a raised eyebrow, clearly skeptical.

—Uh-huh, of course... And your method is better than that of the great alchemists who have perfected this for centuries? —she said, with a sarcasm that did not hide her doubt.

—Okay, stop this nonsense —she commented. But before she could continue, I stopped her.

"Wait," I said, holding up a hand. "If my method proves incorrect, we’ll know in about twenty minutes, when the ingredients are preheated. If my potion fails, I won’t say anything or bother you. I’ll just follow your instructions. What do you think?"

Cynthia crossed her arms and looked at me with disdain.

"I don’t have an opinion. I don’t like wasting time. Take that away right now!" she exclaimed, impatiently.

I didn’t want to come to this, but something inside me couldn’t let it go. I decided to play the last card I had left in this situation.

"Let’s bet," I said, with a slight smile. "Give me thirty minutes. If I can’t prove that my method is more efficient, I’ll be your slave for a month."

Cynthia frowned, and for a moment seemed to consider my proposal. Her look went from skepticism to slight confusion, but then her face softened. A slight blush appeared on her cheeks.

"Slave?" she murmured, almost without realizing it. Then, her eyes met mine, and I felt a chill run down my spine.

She finally sighed.

"Okay, you have a deal," she said, with a small smile. "So, I just need to wait half an hour, right?"

"Yes," I answered, calmly, knowing there was no turning back.

"Okay. What do you need me to do?" she asked, now more animated.

I was surprised by the change in attitude, but smiled at her willingness.

"Ah... are you going to help me?" I asked, somewhat bewildered.

—Of course, after all, we are a team. I am not that narrow-minded —she said, looking me in the eyes.

—Well, then hand me the centrifuge and add the gin powder to the mixture. Also heat it on low heat and in a thirty-five second interval, increase the temperature. Then, gradually decrease it —I said, organizing everything quickly.

—And... me too... —the other girl stammered, as if doubting herself.

—Oh, right. What was your name? —I asked, looking at the girl with glasses.

—L...Lucia C-Clark —she answered, visibly nervous.

—Well, Lucia, you take charge of recording the whole process. At the end, we have to deliver the report.

***

Since everything was organized, I concentrated on the mixture, adding the last ingredients with precision. The air was filled with a sweet, earthy scent. After fifteen minutes, the liquid began to emit a golden light, and its fragrance filled the laboratory, intoxicating everyone with its exquisiteness.

The students looked in our direction, the teacher approached, attracted by the fragrant smell of the mixture, the aroma was exquisite and top quality, and Cynthia looked at me in bewilderment.

It was the low-rank recovery potion, but with much greater effectiveness than any similar potion on the market. The teacher stopped in front of us, and upon seeing the report, her eyes shone with admiration.

"Excellent work. Not only have you shortened the time, but you have also improved the existing potion," she said, and her voice reverberated with an authority that she could not hide. "How did you achieve these effects?"

Cynthia and Lucia gave me the credit without hesitation, and the teacher looked at me, her eyes shining with fascination.

—Student Cyan, would you be interested in being my personal assistant in the advanced alchemy laboratory...?

"Boom..."

Before she could even finish her explanation, which was a common occurrence in these labs, an explosion rumbled at the other end of the lab, and a cloud of smoke rose into the air. The professor bolted, leaving a trail of magical energy in her wake.

As she had to move quickly and instruct the youngsters, she could only throw a few words at me.

"Come see me when you have time," she said, as she made her way to the crowd.

I breathed a sigh of relief. I had barely managed to escape a fate worse than death. Postgraduate studies were tempting, but time was a luxury I couldn’t afford. I couldn’t be her assistant. There were more important things I had to deal with, and honestly, reliving that experience wasn’t very pleasant, rather it ended up becoming a burden.

Cynthia was still there, surprised, she was lost in her thoughts as if the professor’s words were still hovering around her. mind. Her face reflected doubt, fascination, the desire to follow that path that had seemed so inhospitable to me.

Her hand rested weakly on my side, trying to get my attention almost as if she were looking for something more than support.

"You’re really amazing," she said, her voice wrapped in sincerity sounded a little loud even though her words flowed naturally and reflected an unexpected softness.

"Well, it’s something I hear often," I said honestly and confidently. My voice projected an incredible confidence that didn’t seem to let itself be impressed, at that moment our eyes met and I could see how the corners of her mouth raised slightly.

I smiled at her too, but something strange happened. My vision blurred for a moment and I saw a woman with blue hair lying on a river of corpses. Blood was falling in heaps from her mouth, her blue eyes reflected a helplessness and reluctance towards the death that was slowly embracing her. The woman, with the little strength she had left, articulated her last words, but nothing could be heard, only painful moans, then, as if transmitting her sincerity in some way, the words reached me like a bucket of cold water in the middle of a winter night. ƒгeewebnovёl.com

"I... Love... You" was the only thing she asked to understand, before returning to reality.