Lord of Glory

There was a very prominent story recorded in Oloson's Cassily Bible.
A powerful alchemist who specialized in the power of day and night finally succeeded to set foot in God's realm.
The devil tempted and corrupted him in order to cause him to fall from the side of the light.
Even though he was immortal, watching his lover die was heartbreaking.
Thus, he used God's power to save his lover, ignoring God's warning.
The two of them lived happily ever after…

The Great God, on the other hand, was enraged.
Resurrecting the dead was a violation of God's iron law.
As a result, God punished him by murdering his beloved, who could no longer be resurrected.he alchemist was overcome with grief, but the demon on whom he had been relying on was nowhere to be found.
So, he—a mortal fueled by hatred—decided to fight God.
In the end, he died because of God's divine punishment.

Nevertheless, his method of entering God's realm was recorded in his scroll.
As it flowed down the long river of history, it had been peered at by countless people who had vainly attempted to resist God….
That scroll originated from the hands of an alchemist.
So, since the descendants didn't know the name of the scroll, they took the alchemist's surname and named it the Ripley Scroll.

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“Onix, you answer.
How do you stabilize a boiling sulfur solution with white copper(cupronickel)?”

In the middle of a lecture hall with towering white stone pillars, marble-covered walls and floors, and mysterious ancient murals carved onto the ceilings, a beautiful woman with red hair in a white robe was frowning.
She tapped the alchemy platform in front of her, looking angry at a white-robed student about ten meters away from her.
The student who had just awoken from his slumber appeared befuddled.
The student, whose name was Onix, got called out and it made his face flushed immediately.
The students around him lowered their heads and softly snickered.
No one dared to secretly tell him the answer.

“Um…
This….” Onix's voice became increasingly smaller.
He had an argument with his classmates yesterday.
That's why he dozed off in the morning class, completely forgetting it was Feng Li Er's, an alchemy tutor who must never be offended in class.

At the same time, a man with messy black hair stood beside a half-opened wooden door next to the lecture hall.
He was dressed in shabby and coarse black clothes, holding a wiper and a broom in his hand.
The 20-year-old man with a handsome but dirty face was observing this scene carefully.
He unconsciously showed a contemptuous smile.
His name was Paladin, which meant holy and pious.
Such a name was immensely unsuitable for this place.

Paladin was acutely aware of his predicament.
His biological parents, who made no attempt to hide their faces, left their newborn son in front of the college's gate without saying goodbye.
Not even a single letter or message was left.
They only left a tattered bamboo basket and a cross necklace worn by the newborn.
Paradoxically, not only did his parents not want their son, but they also outed themselves as members of the continent's most powerful organization, the Holy See—which was wanted and hunted down—in front of a branch of the Freemasons' Association.

That's right.
On the Oloson Continent, the Freemasons' Association was both a dangerous and harmless organization.
As an organization filled with mysterious alchemists, they didn't care much about things outside, didn't have much attack power, and didn't have many members.
They did, however, threateningly preach that Enos, the true god of the Holy See, was a heretic.
They advocated for the equality of all things in the world.
They believed that the world wasn't created by God, but by the invisible laws of the universe.
This clearly posed a significant threat to the Holy See's prestige and rule.
Both sides launched a thousand-year-long pursuit and hunt.

Paladin didn't care about these things.
What he cared about was that his parents forced him to wear the symbol of the Holy See, the mortal enemy of the Freemasons' Association, on his body and then abandoned him in their hands.
Surprisingly, the members of the association didn't get angry.
Hypothetically, he thought it was some kind of insult.
Thus, he chose not to commit suicide.
He grew up as a slave who cleaned and did chores.
He was given the sacred name Paladin, which was ironic.
Paladin was rendered speechless by such mockery.

Paladin chuckled softly as he leaned on the wall in front of the door, watching Onix squeak and struggle to speak.

“Idiot, use clover to reorganize the magic circle and assist it using the four sequence formulas.”

Of course, Paladin wasn't stupid enough to let these people, who looked down on him hear.
He also didn't want these people to know that his knowledge of alchemy was already comparable to their teachers'.
The only reason he didn't dare was because he wanted to live longer.

Teacher Feng Li Er abruptly stopped frowning without waiting for Onix's response.
She sighed deeply and waved her hand.
The murder weapon on her chest shook violently.
With an expression full of disappointment, she said, “Okay, okay.
Let's call it a day.”

As soon as she said that, all of the students in the classroom immediately picked up their textbooks.
The sound of them sliding tables and chairs and then rushing towards the door could be heard.
Seeing this scene, Paladi