Synopsis
Alchemists, a noble and rare profession. To become a qualified alchemist, one must first be a magician. And magicians are also a noble and rare profession. But when the soul of a man, full of knowledge about AK47s, ballistic principles, landmines, skateboards, and other otaku stuff, occupies the body of the lowest and most humble slave, and this slave becomes an alchemist, the world is like a lake into which a bomb has been dropped, creating towering waves. Moreover, this guy dislikes concocting the alchemical creations that have been passed down for thousands of years, always preferring to make some bizarre things. For instance, instead of the liquid magic potions that have been made for thousands of years, this guy concocts them in pill form. "Hmm, my weapon can kill your enemy directly in your home, so what do you need a great sword for? And my magical cannon, when you cast a fireball, my weapon has already launched hundreds of fireball spells. So, what do you need a magic staff for? As for potions, aren’t they just more convenient to carry? But the most important thing is gold coins, gold coins. All these things require a lot of gold coins to buy," Ryan argued loudly.