I’m Really An Alchemist

Frieza sat on the ground, clutching her neck and taking a breath.

In ten minutes, he remembered that he stayed there for several months, fell into the hands of several forces, and was finally cut in the neck with a knife.

The fear of death clearly emerged.

No power, no power, and the feeling that life is not in his own hands made Frieza tormented by fear. He even wanted to give up this practice and find another easier one.

The benefits of the Great Dream Heart Sutra also appeared.

Frieza noticed that one ten thousandth of her qi turned into innate energy.

What is this concept?

He has only practiced for ten minutes (in reality), and he has transformed 1/10,000. If he revises other exercises, it may take several months to get to this point.

Efficiency and fear made him hesitant.

In the end, it can only be really fragrant.

After practicing several times in a row, Frieza finally understood the pitfalls of the Heart Sutra of the Great Dream. In his dream, he would become the ruler of the Ming Kingdom. No matter how many times he died, he would always be reset on the coal mountain.

It stands to reason that the infinite reset game is very easy to clear!

But this doomsday monarch of the Ming Kingdom is too wasteful. He has neither force nor power. Not only the rebels want him to die, but the barbarians outside Guan also want him to die, and even the nobles in the country want him to die!

Frieza searched the imperial database, but couldn't find out where the Ming Kingdom was, or which planet Chongzhen was the emperor.

Although Frieza could feel the sublimation of his qi every time he died, he was really fed up with this garbage dream with no freedom at all.

"So, that's why I asked you for a meeting!"

At the meeting, the Ginuit team was stunned, and the Green Immortal Regiment was stunned.

Only the heartless Ao Xiaoyi was extremely happy to eat ice cream.

"You guys need to help me find a way to break the game!"

Frieza slapped the table hard, making a deep palm print on the table made of Cassin steel.

Ginyu said cautiously, "Sir, is the enemy in your dream strong?"

"They are all low-level races, and their combat power should not exceed 5." Frieza replied.

"Then do they have a high level of technology?"

Frieza thought for a moment and replied, "It's very low, even lower than the ancient times in the movie."

Before Ginyu could speak, the stupid big Ligao rushed to answer. He mustered his muscles and said fiercely, "Lord Frieza, can you destroy such a weak civilization and enemy easily?"

Frieza snapped her fingers and slapped Li Gao against the wall.

"If I speak in the future, who would dare not listen carefully, it won't be so easy!" Frieza gritted his teeth and said, "Again, I'm also a low-level race in my dreams, otherwise why would I ask you to help me out?"

Everyone quickly lowered their heads and pretended to discuss.

Where have they encountered such a situation, what else can they rely on without fighting strength?

"Rely on productivity!"

Green said: "Sir, since you can't exert your power in your dreams, it is better to improve your technology level. The empire has a high-rise technology tree that can be used as a reference. As long as the adults can use it, even if you don't rely on strength, you can defeat the indigenous enemies!"

Frieza, her eyes lit up.

It turns out that brainstorming is much better than working behind closed doors.

It wasn't just Green who came up with good ideas, even the Ginuit team came up with some good ideas, and Frieza also took the technology tree information from the agricultural civilization to the first-level interstellar civilization from the Imperial Museum.

Relying on these materials, he killed the Quartet in his dream.

Finally succeeded in laying down the HD ending!

And this time, the harvest he got was much greater, nearly one-tenth of the qi was transformed into the innate energy, which pushed him to grow a big step.

Well... But that night, it was Louis XVI who was sent to the guillotine.

Zhou Qiong came to tune the Heavenly Emperor, how could he be able to escape? No matter which exercise Frieza chooses, he will always follow this path, from the age of slavery to the age of industry, from the prince of doom to Lord of ZTE.

Frieza will experience them one by one, until the concept of the emperor is deeply imprinted in his mind, it is not the end!

Time passes quietly in pain and joy.

three months later.

The capital is lit up with lanterns, and the Frozen Empire is rejoicing.

A rainbow light flew from the depths of the universe and descended on the sky above the capital star.

"Kurd was really boring." The rainbow light faded, and what appeared was a strange creature with purple skin and long ears that looked like a pharaoh cat. Behind him, there was a tall messenger with a gentle smile.

These two are the famous God of Destruction and messenger in the universe.

Beerus came for the invitation, but his eyes were full of maliciousness. He stared at the lively planet under his feet and sneered: "His son's birthday, he invited the God of Destruction to enter the venue. When did Kurd get so daring, he is not afraid that I will destroy the planet. ?"

The messenger Weiss covered his mouth and laughed.

"Lord Beerus, Kurd is also very kind, not to mention a lot of delicious food specially prepared for you."

The God of Destruction and the Angels are excellent food, this is something that all the advanced civilizations in the universe know.

Beerus snorted softly and landed on the surface of the planet with Whis.

On Frieza's birthday, celebration lanterns were hung everywhere. People on the road laughed and chatted happily. Instead, Beerus felt a desire for destruction in his heart.

If these people knew that the God of Destruction was on the planet, would they still be so happy?

Beerus thought maliciously.

They didn't stay on the street, Kurd personally came out to greet them and brought them into the luxurious banquet hall with delicious food.

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"A lot of food!"

Ao Xiaoyi tugged at the tie on his chest uncomfortably, and looked at the delicious food in the hall happily.

Ginyu had a headache and grabbed Ao Xiaoyi's collar to prevent him from turning into a wild horse.

"In this case, don't make trouble!" Ginyu was full of anger. If he hadn't been able to defeat this dragon, he would have thrown the dragon prince who was about to move out of the banquet hall.

Ao Xiaoyi looked puzzled: "Why, isn't this Frieza's birthday?"

Ginyu sighed, explaining to this guy with no common sense is useless.

Didn't you see that even our Ginuit team was dressed in suits and shoes and looked serious?

On Lord Frieza's birthday, the Kurdish King invited a prominent figure in the universe. This has become a political occasion. Who dares to eat and drink here and die?

Ao Xiaoyi was very dissatisfied, and pointed to the hall.

"Then how can he eat whatever he wants?"

Ginyu looked in the direction of the pointing, and immediately became stupid. He pressed down Ao Xiaoyi's arm, showed an apologetic smile to the surroundings, and said in a low voice, "You don't want to die, that's the God of Destruction!"

Beerus was feasting on the grilled meat, and Whis was also happily tasting the dessert.

In the whole hall, only their masters and servants didn't care about the atmosphere, and they ate whatever they wanted.

No one dared to question their rude behavior, even the leading political and business tycoons in the universe, used a respectful attitude to stay away from the masters and servants of the God of Destruction.

After explaining the horror of the God of Destruction to Ao Xiaoyi, Ginyu said, "When the banquet is over, I'll treat you to a meal. Be honest here, little ancestor!"

Ao Xiaoyi was noncommittal. As a dragon clan, he didn't care much about the power and terror of the God of Destruction.

Ginyu promised many times that he was reluctant to agree.

"Lord Frieza is here."

Someone looked in the direction of the door.

Dressed in a suit, Frieza walked in from the door with an unnatural expression.

Behaves elegantly and politely.

The Frozen Demons used to be remote barbarians, but after the Kurds established the empire, they could no longer continue to be as unethical as the barbarians. As the prince of the empire, Frieza had been trained as a etiquette teacher since childhood.

"Lord Frieza, congratulations on your happy birthday."

"Do you remember me? I saw you when you were full moon."

As soon as Frieza stepped in, she was surrounded by visitors.

Fortunately, a waiter came to make a clearance, and Frieza broke away from the enthusiastic encirclement. He tore off his tie with a slight dissatisfaction, and cast an apologetic look at Ginyu and Ao Xiaoyi.

Then he strode towards the master and servant of the God of Destruction.

The God of Destruction's master and servant sat in the center of the banquet hall, with food from various planets stacked on the table. Except for the waiter who stepped forward to change the food, no one dared to come forward to talk. The surrounding area was blank, and no one dared to step in.

Beerus was at ease.

If you are disturbed when you eat, you will be in a bad mood!

"Lord Beerus."

Frieza came to the table and bowed, "Thank you for coming to my birthday party."

Beerus raised his head from the food in dissatisfaction, but didn't lose his temper. After all, this was Frieza's birthday party, so he should be greeted first.

"Ok!"

He nodded arrogantly, and got into the food pile again.

For the God of Destruction, it's already saving face for you!

On the contrary, Whis, who was beside him, put down the dessert, covered his mouth and said politely, "Thank you for your hospitality, and happy birthday, Frieza."

According to common sense, after being polite, Frieza should take the initiative to leave, so as not to be annoying.

But Frieza didn't just intend to greet him this time. He had a lot of doubts in his heart and wanted to clarify.

For example, is there really a super ancient civilization?

What is the status of the God of Destruction in the super ancient civilization?

These doubts made him like a cat scratching his heart, and he was extremely curious.

Beerus doesn't often visit the Frozen Empire, and he doesn't know when the next meeting will be. Frieza doesn't want to miss this opportunity.

"Are you okay?"

Beerus looked at Frieza for a long time and asked with a frown.

Frieza considered her words carefully, put on a curious and innocent expression, and said respectfully, "Lord Beerus, have you heard of super-ancient civilization?"

"What's the matter?"

Beerus took out a tissue and wiped the corner of his mouth, dissatisfied with Frieza's ignorant entanglement.

This dissatisfaction appeared on his face.

"Super ancient civilization, I don't know, and I don't want to know! I'm eating, and it tastes good, so I'm in a good mood. If you disturb me again, be careful I ruin your party!"

As expected of the moody God of Destruction.

He directly blocked Frieza's next words and forced him to take a few steps back with threats.

In the entire universe, only the God of Destruction can treat the Frozen Demon Clan in this way. People in the entire hall who are paying attention to the conversation between the two carefully hold their breath and look around.

No one can afford to offend!

"Lord Beerus!" Angel Weiss handed over a plate of roasted meat and said warmly, "This is Frieza's birthday party, he is still a child, don't bother with a child."

Beerus took the roast and snorted coldly.

Whis smiled at Frieza, who was sweating profusely, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, Beerus-sama has this temper..." His expression became curious, "What did you just say, super Ancient Civilization?"

He doesn't know?

Frieza's heart moved, and Whis's expression was indeed curious, not like a fake.

Thinking about it again, Frieza is somewhat enlightened.

The super-ancient civilization is the name for the treasures in the secret realm now. For these two gods, it should not be called the super-ancient civilization.

What should it be called?