"Starting today, I will be teaching you alchemy. My name is Eva. I have a longer name, but just remember me as Eva."

He was regarded as the god of alchemists, the father of alchemy, and the living embodiment of the alchemical revolution. Hoenheim, a man who had accomplished remarkable feats, rising from nothing to attain nobility, was undoubtedly Davey's alchemy master.

Eva van Hoenheim was the esteemed title earned for his achievements, while the name Evanov remained unfamiliar. Nevertheless, there was no denying that the young boy before Davey bore a striking resemblance to him.

As Davey followed the boy who introduced himself as Eva, he continuously checked his watch and suddenly a thought came to mind. 'Is he the one? Or is he related somehow? Whatever it is, that's not what is important now.'

Not everything could be understood through observation alone.

'Using high-level magic now would be premature.’

Not only magic, but an attack capable of inflicting fatal damage on creatures of the abyss was far too risky. A single failure would result in the entire deal falling apart.

The flow of mana, the mechanics of air, spatial coordinates, density—everything was different and twisted compared to the world Davey was familiar with. He had attempted to unleash small-scale 9th Circle magic known as Quasar,...