Immortality

Two hundred and ten years ago, Publius, born in Helios, met Garland, who had come from the Present Realm.

Perhaps that was where their fates intersected.

Unfortunately, there were no sweeping storms of destiny, nor did they recognize one another as their fated nemesis at first sight. It was merely a simple encounter.

The alchemists from the Present Realm arrived in Helios. Helios's alchemists warmly received them and bid farewell to the previous group of visitors.

Thus began their long seventy years together.

To Publius, Garland, the alchemist from the Present Realm, was far too dull. He rarely smiled or spoke, and there was nothing interesting about him.

To Garland, someone as restless as Publius was the true aberration in the alchemists' Holy Land—he never stopped talking and was an unbearable nuisance.

It could be said that they found each other equally unbearable.

Yet, for the sake of their research collaboration and their respective specialties, they had no choice but to maintain a facade of peace and close relations. They even engaged in certain covert collaborations that crossed the line.

As the inheritor of the Blessed One family's sacred name, Garland defied the previous chief's prohibition and secretly shared the Present Realm books he carried with Publius.

And Publius repaid him with the secrets of Helios.

Each got what he needed.

A fine transaction.

Yet at the same time, it increasingly resembled fate's mockery.

Born in a Holy Land like Helios, inheriting the bloodline of the gods of Olympus, and blessed with talent beyond the reach of ordinary people, Publius nevertheless had no wish to remain in a place as dry and monotonous as Helios. Even in his dreams, he longed for the prosperity of the Present Realm.

Meanwhile, the alchemist from the Present Realm was constrained by his limited