"The founder, Mephistopheles, known as the God of Medieval Magic, disappeared into the sea the day after creating this magic."
"Mephistopheles' disciples, Adam and Eve, learned Life Alchemy to resurrect their child who died in an accident, but inadvertently turned their deceased child into a monster, suffering mental breakdowns and committing suicide."
"The remaining six obtained the spellbook of Life Alchemy in different eras, but all fell into darkness after learning it."
"They caused considerable disasters on Earth Land and were jointly killed by the magic world."
Makarov picked up the spellbook from the table, opened the first page, and showed it to Ezreal.
"It's written very clearly on the first page of this book."
"This is magic that blurs the boundaries of life!"
"It fuses and transforms different kinds of life."
"It fuses inanimate objects with life."
"It even bestows life upon inanimate objects."
"This is the authority of a Creator."
Ezreal looked at the still agitated old man, his left index finger glowing with golden light, and tiny, dust-like golden specks of light appeared from the air, drawn to his fingertip.
In just a second or two, the orb of light on Ezreal's fingertip grew to the size of a fist, then detached from his finger and floated silently in the air.
"Life Alchemy!" Ezreal stared at the golden orb of light in the air and spoke softly.
The golden orb of light trembled slowly, and a white eye appeared in the center of the orb, blinking continuously, and began to circle Ezreal.
Although it was only an eye, both people present could feel the joy emanating from this one-eyed orb of light.
The golden orb of light with an eyeball immediately attracted Makarov's attention. The old man looked utterly shocked, pointing at the orb, his finger trembling, and speaking a little incoherently.
"You… this… this is…"
"Life Alchemy, I have mastered it." Ezreal spread his left hand, and the one-eyed orb of light flying around him immediately obediently landed in his palm.
"This magic is indeed difficult to learn. In terms of difficulty, Amaterasu and Dimensional Summoning combined can't compare; it's quite complex."
Ezreal rubbed the one-eyed orb of light in his hand, and each rub of his finger brought off some golden flecks of light.
Makarov closed the spellbook and fell silent, his agitated emotions calming down as he quietly stared at Ezreal, seemingly deep in thought.
"As long as I don't casually alchemize strange magical artifacts or magical life with myself, there are no obvious side effects."
"Moreover…"
"To alchemize life, or bestow life upon inanimate objects, or transform life, there are three conditions." Ezreal held up three fingers on his right hand, shaking them, while his left hand was still playing with the one-eyed orb.
"A powerful life, a powerful soul, and materials possessing powerful magic."
"If not, then the life forms created through Life Alchemy will be quite ordinary in effect. Although they can be mass-produced, I don't really need them."
"My progress in Dimensional Summoning is good. In about two or three days, I will be able to summon the 'Canyon Crystal,' which is a magical item capable of continuously producing magical soldiers."
Ezreal clenched his left fist, and the golden orb of light in his palm was directly crushed into golden specks of light and dissipated.
He was seriously explaining to Makarov, even though Life Alchemy, strictly speaking, doesn't belong to dark magic.
However, everyone who had ever mastered this magic had caused significant trouble.
They were notorious villains throughout the history of the magic world.
Therefore, the definition of Life Alchemy is very vague.
As the tenth person in a thousand years to master this forbidden magic, Ezreal was still quite apprehensive. It would be embarrassing if he were labeled a Dark Mage, with everyone hunting him down.
"Is this magic really that important to you?" Makarov gazed at Ezreal, and after a long while, slowly spoke: "The dangers of Life Alchemy have been evident for a thousand years; all who have mastered it have met destruction."
"I have four Ancient Krugs. If they fuse, they will create a giant Krug comparable in strength to a B+ rank Mage."
"I have six Shadow Wolves, two two-headed Shadow Wolves, and four regular Shadow Wolves. These four regular Shadow Wolves can be fused again to alchemize two new two-headed Shadow Wolves."
"I have twelve Raptors…"
"Life Alchemy is too compatible with my Summoning Magic; they are simply a perfect match. I need this magic." Ezreal nodded slightly, his expression becoming serious: "I understand its dangers, so I will study it cautiously."
"I will absolutely not repeat the mistakes of my predecessors."
Makarov frowned, stood up, and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking out at the tranquil night. "The temptation of this magic is simply too great, blurring the boundaries of life, and even blurring one's identity."
"The last Mage to master Life Alchemy three hundred years ago was called the Ghost of the Abyss of Magic. He fused himself with many magical beasts, gaining unimaginable power, but in doing so, he lost his humanity, slaughtering living beings everywhere. To kill him, nearly a third of the Mages in the magic world at the time were mobilized."
"Fusing with magic crystals can grant powerful magic, and fusing with magical beasts can grant powerful physical bodies and magic."
"Immortality is out of reach for ordinary Mages, but for those who possess this magic, it doesn't seem so out of reach."
"Mastering Life Alchemy, one can easily lose oneself if not careful. Do you truly have the confidence to control your desires?" The old man's aged voice was full of worry.
"The three core shared magics of Dimensional Summoning—Magic Sharing, Magic Power Sharing, and Life Sharing—I have already mastered them all."
"With these three magics, I am not desperate for magic power or physical constitution. As for longevity or immortality, at least I am still very young now. Please rest assured, I will not easily use Life Alchemy on my own body."
Ezreal's gaze was firm: "I have my own principles and bottom line. I will constantly remind myself not to be swayed by the power of this magic."
Makarov sighed softly: "You have already mastered Life Alchemy. With your talent, if you continue to practice, I don't know what will happen. I hope you can keep your word. Otherwise, once it gets out of control, the consequences will be unimaginable."
"I can trust you, can't I, Ezreal?" Makarov slowly turned around, his gaze serious and heavy. The old man, uncharacteristically, spoke Ezreal's full name.
Moonlight shone through the floor-to-ceiling window into the room. The old man with a full head of white hair was cloaked in moonlight, his expression solemn and dignified like a statue.
Ezreal did not reply immediately. He poured himself a glass of water, swirled the teacup, drank it all, then stood up.
Facing Makarov, Ezreal bowed slightly, his right hand covering his chest, over his heart.
"Of course, you can always trust me until my heart stops beating."