The Soldier's Unsurpassable Honor novel Chapter 2982

Not long after, the green glow disappeared after it had absorbed the jade tube as if it had never appeared before. Fane raised an eyebrow, no longer dwelling on the question.

He left the furnace and headed to where alchemists of Hestia had gathered earlier. He turned to look at the barriers around the other furnaces. He was the only one whose barrier had dissipated.

It meant that he was the first one to finish refining the pill and leave the barrier. He made a mental calculation and realized that it was already noon on the third day.

He felt like most alchemists would not give up that easily, so there should only be people coming out on the fourth day onward. Thinking of this, he took out a mat from Mustard Seed and placed it on the floor before he shut his eyes to rest.

Sure enough, Fane's prediction came true. Even if they might not garner fruitful results, everyone did the best they could. They would not come out of the barrier unless they were forced to.

A whole day had passed before another alchemist's barrier was lifted. This alchemist walked out of the barrier with a dark look on his face. When one came, others followed.

Slowly, five alchemists were forced to walk away after expending all their materials.

Of those five alchemists, three were from Hestia, one was from the White Marsh Continent, and the last was from the Chaos Continent. As they stepped out, none of them looked the slightest bit joyful.

They were not even in any mood to mock the others as they walked back to their original positions. The three from Hestia arrived in front of Fane.

After the white-robed man sighed, he shook his head and lamented, "All I'm getting after participating in this competition is feeling like trash more and more. Even though I knew someone would be better than me, I didn't think I'd be this bad!

"We thought we were lucky when we heard that we had five days... Now, it's obvious that we're cursed. It's not like we don't know how the other rounds went. Compared to them, this round is noticeably harder. We're just so unlucky..."

The man spoke dejectedly as though he was useless, lamenting that his luck was horrible to encounter such a hard round.

The last alchemist, who was a man with a mustache, frowned. "None of our results are good, but it doesn't mean that everyone here is trash."