Alchemist In The Apocalypse: Rise Of A Legend!

I don't know why I felt this way but for some reason, the feeling of being chased around by something, no, a human ridiculously weaker than me made me incredibly uncomfortable.

This wasn't to say I felt uncomfortable. It was just the only word I could find to describe how I currently felt.

If I were to describe how I felt based on my research on emotions and other sensations humans felt from what I was currently experiencing myself, I'd say I was disgusted.

Yeah, I think that's the right word.

I think I was disgusted by the fact I was being chased around like this.

The more I thought about it the more I felt it was the case.

This should be one of the few times I experienced something strong in the apocalypse that wasn't pain.

It should also be one of the few times I was experiencing something so clear.

I was intrigued by this but the current situation did not put me in a situation where I could leisurely take my time and be distracted.

Even if they were all weak flies, I should still be partly serious.

Hmmm.

For some reason, my thoughts just felt alien to me. I could not describe it but I was almost certain my thought process was never like just now.

In fact, I don't think my thought process has been. the usual lately but to think about such things on a battlefield was not advised.

Dodging another attack, Blue and I managed to distance ourselves from the old mage and his never-ending series of attacks.

Seeing as we were no longer close again, the old mage stopped attacking.

However, while the mage might have stopped attacking us, I wasn't done with him yet.

Perhaps the reason he stopped attacking us was because we were at a very large distance for his attacks to be a threat and he had run out of scrolls but I wasn't about to go closer to him again and test my assumption out and there was no need to.

Taking a deep breath as I stared at the old mage who stared back at me, the feeling I recognised as disgust increased in me.

I started to circulate the mana in my body. At first, I started slow before increasing the speed. Seconds later, I had control over all the mana in me. As I continued to circulate it, my surroundings started to get affected by the quantity of mana bubbling in me.

It seemed like a lot had happened but only a few seconds had passed.

I had also managed to attract some eyes to me but none of these were my concerns.

Raising both my hands, I activated my ability and created a ball made with fire and another made with compressed air on both hands.

After doing this, I pushed them forward away from my location in the air. The further they got from me, the bigger I made them.

At some point, the balls made up of different elements got big enough that they attracted almost everyone on the battlefield's attention.

The reason I was aware of this was because of the sudden silence on the ground below me and the number of gazes I sensed on me.

However, they were not my concern as I concentrated on the big attack I pumping my mana into.

Just when I felt the two elemental balls were big enough, I sensed something Fast approaching my location. Suddenly I tilted my head to the other side the moment my senses informed me of the approaching object.

Just after tilting my head, less than a second later, I saw a very thin spear that was made from earth magic with a very pointy tip gaze past my cheek.

It did not touch me and even though it looked fast, in my eyes it wasn't. Even if it had touched me, I doubt it would have been sufficient enough to pass through my defences but that did not change the fact that someone had attacked me. Without even turning to look in the direction the earth spear came from, I knew who attacked me.

Well, the biggest suspect was the old mage.

For some reason, this realisation only filled me with more disgust. I was puzzled but I also didn't reject the feeling since it felt right.

Knowing that if the old mage had dared to attack me once, he'd do the same again, I focused on my attack.

Initially, I planned to let the two attacks fall in the ranks of the ogre army close to the old mage but this time I'd only send one. A big one.

Circulating the mana in my body, I made the huge fireball I made even bigger.

Since it was getting a little too big, it was getting slightly taxing to control and required my attention. Thankfully I did not need to make it any bigger than it was a few seconds later.

Seeing as the fireball was now bigger than the one made with air, I quickly made the one with air go in circles around the gigantic fireball.

My purpose for doing this?

I wanted to fuse them to make a more potent attack.

Everything happened so fast but would I be able to make it while dodging the harassment of the old mage?

*******

Dear cherished readers,

I want to take a moment to express my heartfelt appreciation for your continued support and for choosing to accompany me on this thrilling literary journey. Your presence here today is not taken for granted, and it's a source of immense inspiration for me as a writer.

Your comments and votes mean the world to me.

Your active participation in the story's development, your thoughts, and your feedback have all played a pivotal role in shaping the narrative. Your engagement is what breathes life into the characters and makes this world come alive.

I value your input immensely.

immensely