Travelers who traveled to the magical continent thought: Is this a gift from the God of Alchemy? ?
At the end of alchemy, energy is exhausted,
The traveler who was unable to display his talents came to the magic continent.
Vow to make alchemy shine again.
But...
Traveler: "What on earth are you?"
Sion: "..."
You are the god of my world, controlling everything in me.
Travelers never cry
Until the day his world is destroyed
in order to survive
he created a puppet
Concept: Life is unpredictable, who can define your own life?