Walter The White is not your average wizard—he’s *too good* at alchemy. So good, in fact, that the Magic Council banned every single potion he ever made for being "world-ending," "ethically concerning," or "just plain confusing." After getting kicked out of the Alchemist Guild for crimes like inventing sentient shampoo and a potion that made a frog king declare war on mirrors, Walter is broke, bitter, and banned from 17 different kingdoms.
So what does a genius wizard do when society turns its back on him?
**Crime. Magical crime.**
With nothing but a bubbling cauldron, a suspiciously illegal ingredient stash, and a skeleton named **Heisenbones** (don’t ask), Walter starts brewing up potions in his underground lair—potions that could cure anything... or blow up your grandmother. Accidentally. Probably.
Their first big score? A love potion. Sounds harmless, right?
**WRONG.**
In this world, you either cast spells… or get spelled.
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Jessie we need to brew.
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