Black-Haired Dad Isn’t Something You Reap - Chapter 116

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Chapter 116. When People Rush, They Can Go Too Far (4)
“Does this sense of belonging have a connection to being sharp-minded?”
“If you consider the principles of Lorowi-style alchemy, it would seem so.”
What is this “Lorowi-style” alchemy? Wasn’t alchemy supposed to be a formula where you could only create something rare using something equally rare—an equivalent exchange of sorts?
When I shared what I’d heard from Count German, Lorowi smiled and explained that alchemy varies by school.
“It seems Saint-Germain obtained immortality through that method. Immortality as an equivalent price—I can’t even imagine what materials were used.”
“What about Lorowi-style? How does Lorowi-style alchemy work?”
“On the planet where I lived, the individual’s imagination, intense desire, and the sorcerer’s most precious thing were all poured into the formula.”
“The most precious thing?”
So that means, every time I’ve made those talismans, I’ve been sacrificing what I considered most precious? I lost my golden hair—the symbolic color of my house—because I believed my pride as the true heir of Kisomalos and my own identity were what I held most dear?
“Since you’ve only made a few, you won’t lose your precious thing entirely. Your hair color should return in a few days.”
“No, you should have explained something this important from the beginning!”
“You didn’t ask.”
Lorowi smiled gently as she said it. There was no malice in her expression. It seemed she truly hadn’t taught me because I hadn’t asked.
Terrifying. This woman is terrifying. Now I understand what Kisomalos meant when he called her a complete lunatic. Honestly, with this kind of alchemical approach, she could casually destroy an entire planet with an “Oops, my mistake!” and not bat an eye.
“You make it sound like you’d teach everything if someone just asked.”
“Well, I suppose that would generally be the case.”
“Kisomalos said you once destroyed an entire planet. Is that true?”
“Oh, that idiot knows about my reputation.”
Hey, don’t call my ancestor deity an idiot! Only the true heir of Kisomalos can call that blockhead an idiot! And Chiron, who got caught up in that divine power provision incident for regression! And on top of that, Media, Kisomalos’s ex-wife! …And there might be a few others too!
“Well then. Since it’s not unrelated to our prospective heir, shall I tell you the story?”
“Am I involved?”
“More precisely, it’s connected to your Aunt Kazelnu.”
Lorowi, floating in the air and assuming a sitting position, swayed back and forth as if in a rocking chair before telling me an old tale.
“This is also why I don’t freely open Lorowi-style alchemy to others. Long ago, anyone could use alchemy. Of course, on the planet where I lived. That world was abundant in mana, so there was no need to use divine power.”
No wonder it seemed so easy. She said the important thing was imagination, and Aunt certainly hadn’t been unable to use alchemy—she just failed at creating the object. But she did succeed in activating the formula itself.
“It was an abundant world. Endless wars broke out there too. The reason I earned the epithet ‘Lorowi of Explosions’ was because of that. People did nothing but manufacture bombs constantly.”
“Wow…”
Well, that makes sense. If simple alchemy could produce bombs, any nation would mobilize all their alchemists to strengthen their power.
“Then, a human who shouldn’t have existed was born. On other planets, do they call such people saints or ascetics? Can you believe it? An altruistic human whose only true desire was world peace actually came into existence?”
Wait, wait, wait. Lorowi-style alchemy consumes what the caster considers most precious. That means…
“That person tried to care for everyone suffering from war. They helped the weak, loved their enemies, and sought to save the entire world.”
“Wait. You said you destroyed an entire planet. Surely not…”
“Exactly. Because that person didn’t even care for themselves and went around using alchemy recklessly, the very world they held most precious collapsed.”
“Wow…”
“I, who came to this world created by the Four Great Creator Deities and gained consciousness. I chose the most selfish bastard possible as my descendant, so that Lorowi-style alchemy would never become entangled with people like that again.”
“Wow…”
Now I understand why they say only trash comes from Lorowi. The first Lorowi must have been the most insufferable person in existence.
“Then, the reason Aunt couldn’t become the true heir was?”
“Because her life goal is to become someone worthy of Lorowi. If Lorowi perishes because I grant her alchemy, that would be putting the cart before the horse.”
Loving Lorowi so much that I can’t use alchemy, which is Lorowi’s very foundation—how ironic. And thinking about it, the planet’s destruction also came from someone trying to save the world causing its collapse, so that’s ironic too.
Lorowi is like the very embodiment of contradiction.
“Did you inform the other legitimate successors of Lorowi about losing something precious? Yet they all used it anyway?”
“What do you take me for? They all understood and gave their consent. We’ve never had a case where consumption was this rapid among our reserve successors. Perhaps they were overindulging by constantly producing high-quality premium goods at such a rate?”
So Kisomalos’s fortune actually became a poison instead.
“Then, what happens if all of something precious is completely consumed?”
“Normally, that doesn’t happen. Since I’m nearby, I can regulate it. I already told you, didn’t I? After a few days of rest, your hair color will return. Consumed precious things naturally restore themselves with rest.”
Phew, at least that’s a relief. I brush my chest with a sigh, but it seems Lorowi still has more shocking things to tell me.
“Well, there have been cases where people ignored my warnings and overexerted themselves. When they completely consume something precious like that….”
“…?”
“It becomes as if it never existed from the beginning. Tada.”
“That’s terrifying!”
As goosebumps rise on my arms and I rub them frantically, Lorowi wears a sinister expression and tells me something frightening.
“Do you know? Before my descendant caused trouble, there used to be something called a bread tree in this world. Everyone lived eating red bean bread and cream bread that grew from that tree.”
“Kyaaaaaaah!”
“Our reserve successor is quite amusing.”
Lorowi laughs, saying the impact feels so satisfying, and nods, understanding why Chiron and Netcha take interest in me.
“Do you know Chiron and Netcha, Lorowi?”
“Of course. Relationships from previous lives aren’t all there is. When descendants stay close like this, the Divine Realm holds exchange meetings.”
Oh, I see. Since Kisomalos never talks about the Divine Realm, hearing things like this is fascinating. Whenever that topic comes up, his face usually turns blue and he either runs away or just keeps repeating that I’ll be beaten to death.
“So your hair color will return if you rest without using alchemy, right? You’re not deceiving me, are you?”
“Of course not. If alchemy worked so irrationally, Lorowi would have naturally let the lineage die out.”
That’s true. They know themselves better than anyone, so if they thought they were harming themselves, they wouldn’t use alchemy. It’s strange how reassuring it is that my Maternal Grandmother and Mother are such terrible people who only know themselves.
Still, does that mean Aunt can never use alchemy no matter how much she practices baking? Since Lorowi is most precious to Aunt, this becomes an impossible deadlock.
“Oh, right. Can you tell what alchemical materials were used for this?”
“If it’s something unusual, I’d remember it. Let me see…?”
I show Lorowi the note Father wrote for me. Needle-cushion tree roots, rooster, glutinous rice, ginseng… I think “isn’t this samgyetang?” but I shouldn’t say it out loud. I’m a great successor of Kisomalos who knows how to read the room, after all.
“Ah, this one!”
“Oh, you recognize it?”
“Fight, Battle Slaves! Morale Charge Smasher Q!”
“How tacky!”
I ask who on earth named it, why the product names are always like this, and Lorowi tilts his head with a confused expression, then asks me innocently.
“Isn’t the name cool?”
“Did you name it?”
“Yes.”
“Ugh… I’m going crazy.”
Oh! Didn’t I just sound a bit like Father the Emperor? Spending so much time together, I suppose I’m starting to pick up his mannerisms. I feel happy knowing I’m resembling the parts I’ve always found impressive.
I laugh with a giggle and continue my questions.

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