A failed chemistry experiment thrust laboratory assistant Gong Hao’s soul into another world, where he awakened as the common-born youth, Hugh Eglaire. Misfortune quickly followed: he was sold to Nightmare Isle—the empire’s clandestine alchemical research facility—where he became the lowest of servants and a disposable test subject at any moment. Yet fortune had not entirely abandoned him; he still possessed a sliver of time to alter his fate. He threw himself desperately into mastering every scrap of knowledge and skill, studying and reinventing the lost secrets of ancient alchemy, and grew to become the strongest and most versatile alchemist, equally adept in magic and martial arts. With spells and swordsmanship, he crushed dragons beneath his feet and forced demon gods to tremble before his army of puppets!
The sky above the Sea of Death was eternally shrouded in a murky grayness. The only thing clearly visible was the blood-red moon hanging there, like the scythe of the god of the underworld, exuding a terrifying aura. The black ocean seemed as lifeless as death itself; rarely could anything living be seen. The water flowed sluggishly, releasing the stench of decay akin to corpses.
Harsh living conditions, formidable beasts, and unpredictable, ever-changing weather had turned this place into a forbidden zone for life.
This was Purgatory Isle.
The island was covered in dense jungles, home to all manner of fierce creatures whose monstrous cries echoed with terror. Occasionally, a lost merchant ship would pass by, and the mournful howls could be heard, like the lament of tormented souls—each cry piercingly sorrowful.
Privately, people called it Howling Isle or Nightmare Island.
About twenty years ago, after King Streak officially declared the Sea of Death a forbidden zone for humans, legends about Nightmare Island never ceased. Some claimed that the most powerful beasts of Windhowl Continent were imprisoned there; others whispered that the century-old treasure of the Kingdom of Lance was hidden there. The most outlandish rumor spoke of it as the last dwelling of the famed alchemist Electra three centuries prior, where all his world-shaking discoveries lay buried.
Legends remain mere stories, and reality is seldom pleasant. On the contrary, it may be exceedingly cruel.
The "Liberty"—a three-masted oceanic sailboat—cut through