After transmigrating to another world, he becomes the son of an alchemy master. He has an unparalleled talent for alchemy, yet in this world ruled by bloodlines and nobles, he is shunned.
His father tries to secure himself a viscount's title and get involved in court factionalism, but dies with regrets. His son is implicated too: the fertile fief he had been granted is replaced with a remote borderland where he is sent into exile.
Exiled to the frontier... developing alchemy... until
“Why are all your soldiers blue, wielding two blades and charging without defending themselves while shouting, ‘For justice in our hearts!’? They cut right through my army!”
“It's just alchemy!”
“Why are you holding a Gatling gun that shoots blue flames?!”
“It's just alchemy!”
When the enemy reaches his stronghold: “Why has your castle grown legs and stood up?!”
“It's just alchemy!”
When the enemy defeats every last soldier and faces utter despair: “Why is your army gone, but you've pulled out a Divine Light Baton?!”
“It's just alchemy!”
When the enemy surrounds him and exhausts all their power of faith: “Why can you still move when your power of faith is completely spent?!”
“I'm the God of Alchemy! As long as energy and matter exist...”
“I can transform whatever I want!”
