Isekai Journey Of The Magic Archer

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The final round of the cometation had started where all the nine participants of this round had to give their all and produce something that they had only ever thought about, a masterpiece surpassing their previous masterpiece, and a gem that would forever be on display in the hall of fame of this very area.

[ "We are seeing quite a farce response from the participants this time as soon as the round has begun! Look everyone! Lord Öling seems to have chosen to follow his path this time around as well and go for an artifact creation! We will be seeing flames and dwarves magic this time around as well!" ]

The audience were cheerful. Shouts and cries of joy had filled the entire arena as the thousands of people supporting their unique participants were cheering for them, shouting for their victory and singing prayers to the heavens for them.

Children and elders, with excited looks on their faces, were cheering and enjoying this final moments of excitement and those who were not new to these audience seats of the competition, knew this was the only moments they would feel this kind of thrill, this unfathomable joy of the moment was at that moment.

Right when the competition's last round had started and everyone was unaware of the deep tension that was soon going to follow as the alchemists proceeded with their creations…

Those who had seen how difficult of a process it is to process their final products, to actually make the final masterpiece that they had dreamed of, which they knew was the best product they had created with their own hands, knew full well how tense the atmosphere would become as the participants reach the main stages of their creation.

They knew how it is to fail in the production process itself or not get their desired results or make a mistake in the process that is unacceptable at their level.

Some of them had seen the Alchemists smashing their heads on their desks just because they had failed in the creation of that final product.

Those who knew of the despair, the taste of defeat that these amazing people feel when they are at the highest stage of the world was unlike anything someone who has not felt the true bitterness would ever feel.

Something one who did not understand the struggles of an artist would never understand.

And, many in the audience knew for a fact there would one some, at least one of the nine that will not be able to reach that end product, or obtain the quality of teh end product that they had wished for.

They knew the tension will soon rise as they starts approaching the major parts of their creation and people will stop understand what even is going on, and they were waiting for that moment…

It was fun as well, they knew that much.

To see a place filled with thousands and tens of thousands of people, to see the entire world that was watching this broadcast at the moment fall silent.

To see the world falling silent…

They knew it held a unique kind of beauty and, some adored it more than these noisy cheers and untrue shouts of encouragement.

They liked the tension which was more sincere than these shouts, so, they waited for that moment to arrive, and watched over the eight participants and a single team from the greatest school in the world.

[[ "Miss Mia is doing something unorthodox again." ]]

Time passed and the round progressed as the other alchemists started creating what they were aiming for, mostly some kind of potions, some kind of concoction, some kind of medicine, or some kind of alchemical product that others could somewhat recognize easily.

It was easy to tell for even the normal audience who knew nothing about alchemy what was going on or at least, what 'kind' of end product the creator was creating.

However, it was not the case with the only group of this round.

[[ "Is she actually deriving a formula of some kind as I think she is doing or is this part of their preparation or something?" ]]

[[ "From what I can tell, Rein, she is actually creating the formula for the potion or the solution that could allow someone to become a Spector, something that is absurd in theory, as well as practicable." ]]

[[ "Wait, really? Something like that is possible? Why didn't you tell me!" ]]

[[ "I would have if I knew it myself. But I did not… however, I don't think it is impossible either.

Just like her, I believe it is possible. However, for the world to believe this, she will need proof." ]]

[[ "So she is creating that proof, hun? Damn…" ]]

All the creation processing going on in this area on one side, and the giant whiteboard Miss Mia was filling after each one of her little processes on the other. That was how the attention of the audience had been divided between the group and the individuals.

They mostly didn't understand what the alchemists were doing, what they were trying and what they were even using to do what they were doing since most of the things were going on in their heads and were beyond the understanding of the common folks.

However, what Miss Mia was doing was different.

Not only was she writing down all the small processes in the form of alchemical reactions, processes, and equations, she was even drawing many diagrams that explained some things that those who knew at least a little about alchemy could recognise to a certain extent.

However, not all of it was simple enough to be understood by any kind of novice alchemist since some of the things she was writing down and explaining through her writing were difficult to understand for even some of the expert judges on the stage before them.

They understood her intentions and how she was trying to prove something, however, what it actually was, was beyond their comprehension as well.

Though it might change when they receive the context of the whole thing or understand her intention by observing her equations further for a little more.

[[ "She is doing something much more difficult than attempting to create the product itself, I would say. However, if she succeeds in proving this theory of hers, she won't just remain one of the ten prodigies of this era." ]]

She was trying to prove it was possible to exist in the mortal world while being in the form of a non-mortal being, or being in the world of non-mortals while still being a mortal, and vice versa.

Many might have thought of something like this, however, just the thought of it being possible was absurd if one truly understood the meaning of being a non-mortal being in this world for a limited duration 'without consequences'.

The militaris of nations could use that power in various ways since it would be the power to quite literally become a ghost that no one can see or feel or perceive.

[[ "The question is, will she be able to do it though?" ]]

[[ "She is using the methods of Charvikk to quicken the finding process however, it would be a miracle if she actually managed to finish something that would have taken other Alchemists years of combined efforts.

She will have to push herself, however, I have faith they can do it." ]]

He had faith in his team, his team has faith in him and their captain, and their captain that was stealing the attention of all alchemists present in the arena, had faith in the teachings of their vice captain.

She knew it was difficult, and that was the reason she was going at it faster than she had in the last round, with a focus unmatched from the last round, and with a vigour that was comparable to the other mad alchemists present in the different special labs on this arena.

She was a master of her craft now, and that was reflected in the new way she was utilizing her teammates and their skills, the materials and the artifacts, and the energy that was part of her being.

'She was focused, in the unique Zone where she alone existed along with the white magic board, which, ultimately, had become an extension of her body.'

She wrote on the board faster than many of the eyes could catch up and as if to turn the pages of a book, she pushed the screen of the white magic board, replacing the board filled with complex things, with a new one that's ready to be filled with something new.

[[ "The findings…" ]]

[[ "I see something, darling. I can tell she is onto something." ]]

The competition was reaching to the final moments.

The entire arena, the entire world looking at this competition had fallen silent a while ago…

Everyone was looking at the eight individuals as well as the group that was on the verge of finishing whatever they were doing. Some of them had failed, as they all had expected, and one of them was the dwarf champion Öling who faced an unforceen wall during his production and stopped his production midway.

He was a grandmaster and knew very well that was the end for him, and just like many of the previous times, he accepted his loss this time as well.

He could not give everything he had if he did not even know the direction in which he was supposed to walk in, so he accepted the loss from his side.

Something that was not the case for the sole group of this round.

[ "This is it, everyone! All the participants are finally done with their work!" ]

It was difficulty, definitely.

They did not have to do many physical work this time, however, the level of concentration and precision she needed to complete an entire thesis while hundreds of thousands of people watching her was not easy in any way.

She pushed her limits once again in a single day.

She continued even though her head felt like it was about to pop off like a balloon.

She continued even though it was affecting her entire bring, her fingertips, making her body colder, and her eyes blur.

She continued, despite the pain and discomfort with an excited smile on her face.

A smile that had been present from the start, and something that stayed with her till the end.

She was a master now, and the title granted her unique powers that only belonged to her, and thanks to them, she was able to finish the impossible.

[ "Then! The judges will now take a look at their final products!" ]

She had the findings in her hands now, something that no one in the judgement panel was able to understand at first glance.

And though the entire arena was stunned silent at the moment… in one corner of the balcony, watching over his students, one ones he had taught himself, feeling a unique kind of joy, he was watching over her.

Watching over them…

With a proud smile on his face.

And, tears of joy at the end of his eyes.

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