Chapter 1019 Alchemist - Von Hohenheim
From the very beginning, there was a mysterious man peering out from a hidden window high up in the church, watching Zoro and Miranda walking away.
In the dim room, a man stood quietly by the window. His dazzling golden hair was now somewhat dimmed by the gloom in the room, and every strand of hair seemed to carry an unknown heaviness.
The lines on his square face were firm, as if they were carved by a knife or an axe, yet he carried an expression of deep hatred and bitterness. His brows were tightly furrowed, and his deep eyes were filled with complex and unpredictable emotions.
He leaned forward slightly, deliberately hiding himself in the shadow of the window, as if blending into this obscure corner.
His gaze pierced through the mottled glass and was fixed on the passers-by moving outside the window. Every figure and every subtle movement of the passers-by could not escape his sharp eyes.
He seemed to be waiting for something, or looking for something. Sometimes a trace of vigilance flashed in his eyes, and sometimes a hint of thought was revealed.
The noisy and bustling world outside formed a sharp contrast with his silence in the house, as if he did not belong to this world, but came from another mysterious time and space.
"That green-haired swordsman has discovered me. One should never underestimate a swordsman's intuition."
Character Notes: Alchemist - von Hohenheim
"Speed up your production. The two just now are definitely not the last batch. There will be more outsiders pouring into the Kingdom of Lulucia."
Father Pucci walked out of the darkness, and it was obvious that he was not as simple as he looked, and was not the harmless priest that Miranda had imagined.
His worship of heaven has reached a pathological level. In order to bring heaven to the earth, he is willing to sacrifice as many people as possible.
These are the necessary prices for heaven to come. Enrique Pucci has no psychological burden and is grateful to the sacrifices.
Von Hohenheim followed Father Pucci out of the room. The alchemist's rest time was over and he had to continue working on the props.
The two men came to the door of the control room one after the other. Father Pucci inserted the key again, but this time he turned the lock in the opposite direction.
The door can be unlocked from both sides. The control room was opened again. The internal environment was completely different from the last time the door was opened. A dazzling white light from inside the door engulfed the two of them.
Stepping into this control room again, it feels like being in a pure palace of time. The entire space is mainly white.
The flawless white walls and ceiling complement each other, emitting a soft and bright light, giving people a tranquil and mysterious feeling.
In this expanse of white, the white clock faces rolling around are particularly eye-catching. They are of different sizes and are distributed in an orderly manner in every corner, from the walls to the ceiling.
The pointers on the dial rotate at a constant speed, recording different times. The second hand jumps briskly, the minute hand moves forward steadily, and the hour hand moves neither fast nor slow, as if telling the story of the Kingdom of Lulucia through time.
Those flowing pointers, like agile time elves, shuttle back and forth here tirelessly. Every beat means the passage of time, and every rotation witnesses the passing of years.
Von Hohenheim, with a clear mind, sat on his workbench, holding extremely familiar tools in his hands, and began to make an evil prop for the Church of Heaven - the Box of Sorrow.
The control room was silent except for the ticking sound of the pointer, which moved rhythmically like the heartbeat of time.
Here time is no longer an abstract concept, but is presented in an intuitive and vivid form. Von Hohenheim can no longer remember how long he has worked in this white room.
Under the influence of some force, time no longer appears in a linear form. Von Hohenheim has countless opportunities to start over, and each time he retains the memory of his failures, helping him overcome one production difficulty after another.
From a concept of an evil object with only a blueprint, to the completion of the initial design, and then to the upcoming finished product, von Hohenheim is worthy of being the most talented alchemist today.
Only he could do it, and with the blessing of more time, complete the creation of the Box of Sorrow. The Heavenly Cult did not choose the wrong person, and the evil people who used the Heavenly Cult also did not choose the wrong person.
Father Pucci left von Hohenheim alone in the white room, and after spending so much time together, he chose to believe in the alchemist's craftsmanship.
Although he knew that what he created would harm the world, von Hohenheim was willing to give it a try. If the things in myths and legends could be created, the alchemist would gain great spiritual satisfaction.
In the process of making the Box of Sorrow, von Hohenheim's own alchemy skills continued to improve, and he could be called the world's number one alchemist.
If one wanted to find an alchemist among the younger generation who could surpass von Hohenheim in alchemy in the future, perhaps his own son would be the only option, which would not be a difficult choice.
"Father Pucci, your dream is getting closer and closer. I am so happy for you. When hell is opened, heaven will come down."
In the dark corridor, the candlelight on the surrounding walls flickered, casting strange shadows on the mottled walls. A huge mural of a saint hung quietly, the picture was blurry and difficult to distinguish, as if hiding an unspeakable secret.
Suddenly, the colors on the mural began to flow, as if they had life, and then the outline of a black robe emerged in it. Accompanied by a disgusting fishy smell, the fishman Aaron slowly stepped out of the mural.
His tall, twisted body made a creepy sound with every movement, and he was taller and stronger than ever.
The black robe fluttered with his movements, revealing his scaly limbs. Aaron's eyes emitted a dark green light, like an evil beast from the abyss.
With every step he took, wet marks were left on the ground, and the fishy smell became stronger and filled the entire space.
This fishy smell seemed to have consciousness, like invisible tentacles, quietly drilling into Enrique Pucci's nasal cavity and corroding his nerves.
The aura emanating from Aaron turned into invisible spiritual pollution, spreading wantonly like a maggot attached to the bones. People with fragile spirits would gradually become puppets of the fishmen.
Father Pucci doesn't like the smell of the air. In order to cooperate with the evil people, he can only temporarily suppress his cleanliness obsession. This is a necessary sacrifice for heaven to come.
"You wanted to attack those two just now." Father Pucci did not want to involve more innocent people in this incident in the Kingdom of Lulucia. Even if he let them die in confusion, it was better than dying in consciousness and pain.
"I just saw someone I know and I couldn't control my emotions a bit."
Arlong's mind is not so open. After the Straw Hat Pirates destroyed the Fishman Paradise, he was captured by the Navy and imprisoned in the Undersea Prison. He endured too much torture from the jailers. He must avenge this.