"The craft of eating?"

Saying so, in fact, Alvin knew that the power of this alchemy was really too great.

Just imagine, the ability to absorb energy in food that is several times greater than ordinary people is also the ability to make people who cultivate this magic technique have several times the strength of ordinary people.

Moreover, alchemy can also allow people to quickly recover their physical strength.

Eat more than people, do more than people, and rest less than people.

If this was on the battlefield, wouldn't the person who cultivated spiritual alchemy be more than ten times stronger than others? After all, it's not as simple as one plus one equaling two.

No wonder the gods in mythology are so powerful, so able to eat and drink, almost all legends, the gods are amazingly hungry, feasting day and night. Turns out they're training! It seems that being a god is really hard!

Alvin was thoughtful.

In this way, after cultivating the gods by himself, wouldn't he also have the opportunity to be as powerful as the gods? If you think about it a little deeper, could it be that the gods are a group of powerful human beings?

Alvin shook his head and smiled, what was he thinking? Gods, how can they be humans!

But what if—the smile on Alvin's face froze, what if he was right?

No, it won't! Alvin got goosebumps all over his body. He shook his head, shook the unrealistic thought out of his body, and tried not to think about it again.

And just like that, in the days that followed, this was how Alvin's days were spent.

In the morning, I had just been woken up by the Eye of Wisdom from the tiredness of the previous night, and then practiced alchemy. At about 8 a.m., breakfast began. At half past eight, he was pounced on time by the Eye of Wisdom and sucked heavily. At ten o'clock, he began to continue practicing alchemy to restore his physical and mental strength. At half past eleven, lunch began.

At twelve o'clock in the middle of the day, he was once again struck down by the Eye of Wisdom, and continued to suck until half past one. Then he continued to practice alchemy until half past three. Dinner starts at four o'clock. Five points continue to be sucked.

At six o'clock, the day of being sucked is over and the body and spirit are repaired.

At eight o'clock in the evening, the Eye of Wisdom introduces the world. But it's all old knowledge, because it's been nearly a thousand years since the Eye of Wisdom was sealed. However, it is still very interesting to listen to the myths and stories of this world.

Ten o'clock in the evening, go to bed! Finally able to sleep, Alvin just threw himself on the bed and fell asleep.

Day 2...... Repeat yesterday's story.

And so on and so forth.

Alvin was about to be sucked dry. Because the Eye of Wisdom is getting stronger. As it became stronger, it drew more and more energy from Alvin. There were a few times when Alvin really couldn't stand it, and after practicing spirit refining, he was so hungry that he really grabbed a lot of unprocessed meat from the kitchen to eat. Fortunately, the quality of Hansen's ingredients is guaranteed.

Now, outside Alvin's room, few people pass by. Everyone unconsciously walked around, for fear of passing by the door of Young Master Hansen.

And the guards guarding the outside have also changed from four to eight, although they are all elite soldiers in a hundred battles, masters among masters, but they are all standing far away, not so much to protect Young Master Hansen from being hurt by others, but to protect others from being hurt by Young Master Hansen.

But that's fine, at least no one bothered Alvin.

Under such heavenly abuse as the Eye of Wisdom, Alvin now uses alchemy to excel. He felt like a humanoid power bank, and all his practice and eating were just to provide energy to the Eye of Wisdom.

Practice hard and provide more energy for the Wisdom Eye to absorb, and after the Wisdom Eye absorbs more energy, it becomes more powerful, and the amount of energy that needs to be absorbed is greater, the more Alvin eats, the harder he practices, and the more energy he provides to the Wisdom Eye efficiently.

It's not an endless loop, it's a cycle that keeps Alvin dead. This process continues, and only Alvin is sucked into slag and successfully hangs up.

"I can't take it anymore!"

Alvin let out a wounded beastly roar.

"Can you spare my ......"

Alvin was already on the verge of collapse.

Now, apart from the Wisdom Eye, he felt like he hadn't been in contact with people for a long time. In addition to having enough to eat, this feeling similar to being in prison made him wander on the verge of collapse, and he was literally walking a tightrope at a height of thousands of meters. Both mentally and physically are at their limits.

Once again, a black mist left Alvin.

The weakness and emptiness from the marrow and the depths of his soul to the tips of his fingers, the sourness and the coldness that made Alvin hum in despair.

He tugged at his hair with both hands, for it would relieve the tingling pain that seemed to have needles bulging out of his brain.

A lot of his hair was easily ripped off, and Alvin felt better.

Looking at the long hair scattered around him, Alvin closed his eyes in pain and squeezed out two tears vigorously.

"Spare you?" A sneer from the Eye of Wisdom rang in Alvin's head.

"Someone finally let me out and didn't let me devour my soul, so tell me, what should I do?"

"......" Alvin's eyes were already empty, and he groped around him blankly.

"Stop!"

The Eye of Wisdom saw Alvin grab his staff and slash it to the ground.

Alvin couldn't hear what the Wisdom Eye was saying, or if he did, he shouldn't have heard it, because he didn't care anymore.

"Let's all die together!"

Alvin let out a beastly roar of despair.

It's just that the crazy momentum was interrupted by a black lightning.

This time, a sharp black lightning bolt struck Alvin with a thunderous sound. All the hairs on Alvin's body stood on end, his whole body spasmed, constricted into a ball, and then he kept shaking on the ground, and the corners of his mouth even overflowed with white foam.

The Eye of Wisdom floats in midair. What it was like to be watched by a cloud of black mist, Alvin didn't know, because he was unconscious.

"Well, it seems that he was a little forced to be too ruthless, and he had no choice but to loosen the chains." The Eye of Wisdom changed its shape, turning into a word for a while, and an S for a while.

Alvin had a long dream.

In the dream, he transformed into a huge demon god with a height of 100 feet, holding a black sword, ruthlessly destroying everything around him, he chased after the people and enemies in front of him who were like ants in his eyes, crushing them with his hands, feet, and swords, destroying everything in front of him, and behind him, a group of demon gods in the same costume, they took him as their leader, and ran rampant in a world full of fire and killing.

When there was no more enemy in front of him, he suddenly turned around and waved the long sword in his hand to the demon god behind him, looking at their stunned eyes, Alvin laughed loudly, and suddenly, a round of red sun appeared in the sky, emitting a dazzling blood light, Alvin did not dodge, stared straight at the round of red sun, only to see that a crack suddenly appeared in the round of red sun, it turned out to be a huge needle-like pupil, and this red sun also became a huge red eye.

Alvin roared loudly, brandishing his sword and charging at Redeye.

"Ahh

Alvin suddenly woke up.

He found himself drenched in sweat, including the quilt and pillow. The heat made him unbearable, and he lifted the quilt.

Well?

Alvin looked around and felt that something was wrong, why was it so bright? Didn't I pull all the curtains to death?

Who pulled it apart?

Alvin sat up and suddenly noticed that his hair had grown to his ears.

Alvin touched his head. Right?

Alvin clearly remembered that he had almost covered his hair before he fainted, why was it so long now?

How long did you sleep?

How long did you sleep after you cleaned your hair?

Before he could figure it out, Alvin suddenly felt that his body was so itchy, and he unconsciously scratched the itchy part of his body.

As a result, the feeling in the hand is not right.

He looked down and relieved himself, it turned out that a large piece of skin had been torn off.

Yes?!

Again, he confirmed, yes, but not bloody flesh, but gray, dead skin that resembled calluses.

Alvin felt an unbearable itch all over his body, so he scratched his hands back and forth on his body.

So, I peeled a layer of skin for myself.

Looking at the large patches of gray dead skin on the ground, and the newly revealed skin on his body that was as white as jade and glowing with jade, Alvin had only one feeling.

"I'm molting?"