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Carson Alcanus has a bit of an issue, it’s been going on for a few years now. Back when he was 15, that was seven years ago now, he got to see what it’s like to be isekaied into a world of magic and monsters. When he arrived, he was in some random town, a few months after his arrival some official looking figures arrived for the Class Assignment ritual, which takes place twice a year, and Carson surprised everyone. Carson was hoping for some kind of mage assignment, given all the magic he saw being thrown around during his time there, so he could learn some spell to get back home, but he got a secret hidden class called Midnight Alchemist instead. Carson could only think that the alchemist part was fitting, seeing as he liked messing with chemistry sets since he was little before ending up in this crazy world. When one’s class is revealed in the ceremony, a mark appears on both hands to let everyone know what your class is, which is probably why gloves are a popular accessory for people of all social standings. After the surprise wore off, the officials sent Carson to study under the best alchemical expert in the nation, a man known by his class of Grand Alchemist. After his alchemical lesson plans, which ironically had him spending more time learning magic than his instructor thought they would, Carson found that almost two whole years had gone by. He decided to register as an Adventurer, hoping that something would give him access to something to get home, or at least communicate across dimensions. His hopes didn’t pan out and he ended up in a party of other rare or unusual class wielders for another two or three years before deciding to retire. During his time there, he had accumulated a considerable amount of coin, and somehow managed to jump up to A-Rank before his first year as an adventurer. During that time as an Adventurer he discovered he could kind of recreate sodas from memory using his class abilities, but since they didn’t give any additional effects anyone who tried them they didn’t really do more than offer some reprieve from the usual experiences of travel and camping, which his companions greatly appreciated, even if he only made enough everyone once a week to make sure resources weren’t wasted too much. Using his considerable finances, he decided to make an actual facility where he could perfect his soda making skills and share his work with this new world.

Updated on Nov 14, 2025 by dracone
Created on Oct 26, 2025 by dracone