Introduction: Alrow was right. If you wanted to describe Bower's fighting skills, the word pathetic wasn't enough to cover them.Thankfully, he was an alchemist. He didn't have to fight, only brew a potion.A potion of a rank hitherto unreached. Not even mentioned in myths, it was so high. And use it to defeat an Archdemon Emperor who was billions of times stronger than he was.Within a deadline of one year.Easy, peasy, farbreasy, parcheesy.Now, he could understand the pressure of middle-aged managers in Japan.However, seeing his fate, should he fail, he made up his mind.He would SUCCEED.Hopefully.Or: a very lighthearted novel about a middle-aged taxpaying, itinerant alchemist who finds himself in the wrong place, at the wrong time. Stupidity ahoy....