Chapter 120 | From Galgame Nobody to Eternal Sovereign

New Calendar 1453, October 21st, early morning.

Outside the abandoned theater.

The sky was overcast today.

In the distance, the mountain ranges stretched out like jagged teeth, rising and falling slowly along the horizon.

Sophie stood by the roadside outside the theater, a carriage parked beside her.

To be precise, it was an alchemy carriage.

Sophie had personally reforged the exterior shell through a ritual, imbuing it with a constant temperature array to keep it warm in winter and cool in summer. It was fully equipped with ritual circles for soundproofing, water purification, air circulation, low-tier preservation, shock absorption, and more.

At the entrance of the carriage was a folding step that retracted automatically. Its edges were inlaid with fine silver wire for slip resistance, moisture-proofing, and to prevent moonlight from seeping in. It even featured a thoughtful cleaning rune that would light up to automatically clean the soles of shoes if they were muddy.

On the left side was a row of wall-mounted alchemy cabinets. The bottom layer held small cauldrons, silver spoons, measuring cups, water purification bottles, and several material jars sealed with wax-stamped runes. The middle layer consisted of drawer-style herb compartments, each engraved with color-changing labels that would turn red if the contents became damp, spoiled, or contaminated. The top layer was a hidden preservation cabinet, neatly packed with sweets, holy water, holy bread, mana supplements, and several emergency ledgers that Modi had insisted she bring along.

A small table on the right could be flipped down from the wall. When its legs touched the floor, they would automatically lock into rune slots at the bottom of the carriage to prevent it from tipping during travel. A small heat insulation array was engraved on the tabletop, allowing it to serve as a temporary alchemy station, an accountant’s desk, or—when Sophie forced her sweets onto it—a goddess’s offering altar, stripped of all its dignity.

Further inside was a soft, luxurious bed. It was large enough for three or four people to sleep comfortably.

The bed was fixed at the most stable point of the carriage's central axis. The frame was made of reforged blackwood, with moon-shading silver nails embedded in the four corners. The inside of the bed curtains was sewn with a thin lead-gray woven layer, which, when drawn at night, would integrate with the moonlight isolation rune array on the carriage's exterior shell.

At the foot of the bed was a narrow cabinet stuffed with folded blankets, cleaning cloths, spare short-term warming runes, seven or eight sets of temporary changes of clothes, and various items Sophie had prepared for making snacks: icing pens, spice powders, preservation paper, small plates, cookie molds, and the like.

This was the modest little carriage Sophie had prepared for her journey.

If commissioned from a professional alchemist or runic craftsman at market price, this carriage would cost at least forty to fifty Gold Suns. However, Sophie had done it herself, scavenging materials from the sect’s warehouse and using a discarded carriage shell. With her own rituals, she had finished it for only twenty Gold Suns.

The carriage was perfect in every way.

Except it had no horse.

An alchemy horse cost twenty-five Gold Suns for a cheap one and sixty for a high-end one.

If it were a magical beast horse, the price could soar up to a hundred Gold Suns.

One could only say that even immortals couldn't afford it. Sophie had no intention of spending money on something so unreasonably priced.

She had decided then and there to save this money however she could.

And so...

“This is an improved version of the Moon Salt shortbread,” Sophie said. “I replaced the salt grains with finer Moon Salt powder and added some caramel crumbles. It’s not too salty when you bite into it, and it has a sweet aftertaste.”

Miaoyue adopted the air of a teacher, closed her eyes, and opened her mouth with dignity.

Eyes closed and mouth open?

She certainly knew how to enjoy food.

Amused, Sophie handed over the snack.

Crunch.

It was delicious.

“This is blackberry milk jelly.” Sophie took a second portion out of the preservation box. “The real milk version. Very expensive. Modi’s face went pale when he saw how much milk I was using.”

“Then why did you make it?” Miaoyue asked, her voice muffled by the shortbread.

“It’s the first time Teacher is accompanying me on a long-distance training trip; of course, there needs to be a sense of ceremony. Besides, if you want the horse to run, you have to let it eat...”