There is nothing impossible in advanced alchemy. -Universal skill to match the other world-

"Oh, you're young."

I looked in the mirror in the corner of the shelter and I shrugged.

In the mirror, I was about eighteen years old.

The dose, for once, was calculated by trying to go back around twenty... it seemed to fit you roughly.

While I think about it, I move my body gently to see how it's doing.

"... Sounds good"

This body moves well.

It's like I'm back when I was eighteen - no, I'm doing better than I was then.

I worked out my body and magic for alchemy.

I'm not saying that the impact is entirely - some of it seems to remain.

Thanks to this, this body probably performs much better than the normal eighteen.

Knowledge remains solid, and rejuvenation itself can be called success.

I can't deny the possibility of some side effects... but so far, there's no sign of that.

"The problem… is the environment outside"

Now, 500 years later, there is no guarantee that the environment outside the shelter is the same as before.

There's a good chance it's buried in the soil, and I can't say it's not likely it's right on the lava side of the volcano.

Both situations exist a way to deal with them... but there is nothing you can do about the boulder if it was a situation like dying the moment you opened the door.

I hope the surrounding environment is at least viable for humans.

While I was thinking about it, I pressed the button installed inside the shelter.

On the button it says' Unlock '.

"Well... I guess I'll open it"

When I pressed the button, the hatch of the shelter began to make mechanical noises.

It sounds like the rigorous locking mechanism inside will be unlocked.

Five hundred years after its construction, the device continued to move without stopping, though rattling and shaking.

Glad you made it to last.

Waiting while I thought about it...... in about five minutes, the hatch opened.

Fortunately, the hatch never seemed to bury in the dirt, and from the open hatch I could see the blue sky.

... blue sky?

"Where did the lab go..."

It must have been in my lab that I built the shelter.

Even the lab was a sturdy building made of advanced magic alloys.

It didn't extend to shelters that used alchemy for strength, but it wasn't like breaking easily.

"Well, it's as good as it gets out safely"

So whine and I'll go up the ladder to the ground.

As good as I can get out safely...... is a sincere word.

Well, I'd be glad if you could keep the lab.

Otherwise, the ease of movement will be very different in the future.

"Wow, it's just a forest..."

Out on the ground, I looked around and squealed like that.

The shelter perimeter - where my lab was supposed to be - was just a forest.

That lab should have been a building that wasn't even freaked out by the extent to which one or two nuclear bombs struck directly... but it still looks like an unbearable disaster or something struck the land.

I don't know what that is now.

The only thing I can tell is that the equipment and materials in the lab are no longer visible.

"Should I have kept the precious ingredients inside the shelter alone"

While I was squealing, I cut my fingers into little pieces with a knife.

And I put my cut finger on the ground - I squeaked in my heart.

("Eye of Water")

This' eye of water 'is a magic trick to grasp the situation around water by mixing the surrounding moisture with blood by alchemy and treating it as part of one's body.

Because the ground contains water, this magic allows us to examine the situation in the ground.

Well, much of how much water can actually be assimilated to blood depends on the strength of that alchemist.

"... nothing,"

I used this magic to find out if the lab remains were not contained on the ground.

The result is zero.

On the surrounding ground, with the exception of the shelter where I slept, it was only buried with dirt and rocks.

"Well, you just survived."

The equipment and materials in the lab are quite valuable… they were all made and collected by themselves.

If I'm alive myself, I don't care about that area.

Now, you should be happy to be safely rejuvenated.

Though, what I lost isn't small.

The laboratory also had valuable herb seeds and fields.

None of this is easy to get - on the contrary, it's something you may never get again.

They were stored in a particularly sturdy warehouse in the lab… I don't even see that warehouse.

If you hear you've lost all that, your master must be outraged.

"Well, can't I help thinking about my master"

I haven't seen my master in over ten years.

One day - the day after I succeeded in an original alchemy, my master disappeared from the lab.

It was the most complicated, self-confident manipulation I've ever had, so I tried to brag to my master - he didn't have a master anywhere to look.

Then ten years...... no, for 510 years the master remains without any tone out.

If the master had come to see how I was doing, there would have been some trace left in the shelter... and the absence of it probably didn't mean the master would have come.

There were so many rumors that he died in an accident during an experiment with magic drugs, or in old age, but I don't think 'that master' would die of that.

I'm sure it just means you abandoned me.

While I think about it, I remember the words of my master.

'You're only half a serving, but you have a talent far beyond me. I'm with you until you're beyond my strength. Conversely, until then, I'll coach you. Absolutely.... then think for yourself.'

That's what my master told me when I became an alchemist at the age of five.

With that word in my chest, I've been researching alchemy… It's a flimsy story to leave it alone in half public.

My master said he had never broken a promise to me before.

If I had already exceeded my master's strength, he would have kept his promise this time - perhaps not.

I'm just saying that I've been stunned and stopped coaching because I've been in half a serving forever.

Otherwise, there's never going to be anything left to say and then we won't see each other for ten years.

But......

"Am I free without a master?"

While my master was here, I did nothing but study alchemy.

I wasn't forced to do anything, but when I was by my master, I naturally felt that way.

So since I was five years old, I've done very little but research.

But the master is gone.

Nor does the lab exist anymore.

I mean, I'm free now.

"In the meantime, even people look for it"

That's how I shrugged and started walking in the woods.