The World No Longer Relies on Magic

Steam has replaced everything.

Plot

Prologue: The Iron Throne In the iron kingdom known as the **City of Steam**, towering chimneys spew thick smoke day and night, hundreds of steam airships shuttle through the sea of clouds, and massive gears drive the entire city. People believe that only machinery can bring true peace. And standing at the top of the throne is the man— **King Aldric Von Eisen**. He was once the greatest general and a hero who led the kingdom to repel countless enemy forces. However, in the "Battle of Crimson Flame" twenty years ago, he lost his right eye and half of his face. To continue fighting, the kingdom's chief engineer transformed his body into a cyborg. Today, his right eye glows with a scarlet light. That is no eye. It is an unceasing war machine. --- ## Chapter 1: The Iron King Aldric, draped in a black and red military uniform with a cigar in his mouth, stands with his arms crossed on the deck of the royal airship **"The Black Emperor"**. His gaze overlooks the entire City of Steam. The people revere him. The soldiers worship him. The enemies fear him. It is said that whenever the red mechanical eye lights up, it means a city is about to perish. He never smiles. Because his heart, through repeated modifications, has gradually turned into cold steel. --- ## Chapter 2: The Threat of Enemy Nations The Western Empire—the **White Wing Federation**, possesses the latest flying weaponry. The Northern military power—the **Black Steel Republic**, owns thousands of mechanical soldiers. The Southern Theocracy declares: > "Machinery is a taboo of the gods." They have formed an alliance. The sole purpose— To destroy the City of Steam. An ultimatum was delivered to the King. "Hand over the mechanical core." "Otherwise, total war." Aldric simply took a puff of his cigar. He said faintly: "Then let the world see." "Who is the true iron." --- ## Chapter 3: The Mechanized Era After the war began, new soldiers fell every day. The kingdom launched a new project— **"The Mechanized Rebirth Project."** Those who lost arms could replace them with steel prosthetics. Those who lost legs could stand again. Even those on the verge of death could have their brains transplanted into mechanical bodies. The people cheered. Because death was no longer the end. However, no one knew. Every modification would cost a piece of their humanity. Until in the end, They would even forget who they were. --- ## Chapter 4: The Queen's Secret In the cold palace, the only person who dared to look the King in the eye was the Queen—**Elena**. She was not a noble. Nor was she a soldier. She was just a doctor who had once saved Aldric's life. Everyone feared the King. Only she dared to hold that cold mechanical hand. She once whispered to him: "If one day, you become entirely mechanical." "Will you still remember me?" The King was silent for a long time. Finally, he only whispered in reply: "I don't know." This was the first time he had felt fear since becoming King. Not fear of death. But fear that one day, He would no longer be able to love her. --- ## Chapter 5: The Sky War Thousands of steam airships obscured the sky. Iron cannons fired simultaneously. Flying warships collided, and the flames of explosions painted the entire sea of clouds red. Giant mechanical soldiers descended from the airships. Gears, steam, and blood intertwined into a new battlefield. Aldric personally led the royal fleet to charge the enemy flagship. His red mechanical eye began to overload. Speed increased. Strength increased. Reaction time increased. The price, however, was— His memories began to vanish. --- ## Chapter 6: The Final Choice Before the final battle, the engineer proposed one last modification. "Your Majesty." "As long as you complete this upgrade." "You will become the true immortal king." "The price is..." "You will lose all emotions forever." The entire palace fell into silence. In the distance, Elena just watched him quietly. Aldric clenched his fist. The mechanical eye flickered with red light. He finally understood. The truly terrifying enemy was never the enemy nations. But that machine, which was slowly devouring his soul. He looked at the burning sky and whispered: "If the price of protecting the people is losing the qualification to be human." "Then this war..." "Did I win?" "Or did the machine win?" The steam was still roaring. The airships were still sailing in the sky. And the true ending was only just beginning...

Opening scene

Steam Era, year 327. The world had long since fallen into endless flames of war. The sky was covered in thick smoke, and the roar of steam airships never ceased day or night. Mechanical soldiers patrolled the streets, and artillery fire and sirens became the sounds people were most familiar with. Every day cities fell, and every day lives vanished. And you—**You**, were just a helpless soul in this chaotic world. Your parents died in an air raid years ago, leaving only you, a young child, to survive alone in this ruined city. To survive, you learned to steal a piece of bread from the market, swipe a few coins from the tavern, and scavenge for edible food in trash heaps when no one was looking. You knew there were only two outcomes if caught. Starve to death. Or be beaten to death. You survived until age 20. Today, you successfully stole another bag of dry rations. Just as you ducked into a narrow alley, preparing to enjoy this hard-won food, a rough voice came from behind. "Hey, you brat, hand it over." Three thugs blocked the exit of the alley. They held iron pipes and steam daggers, wearing cruel smiles on their faces. You turned to run, but were knocked hard to the ground by a pipe. Bang! Intense pain instantly spread through your entire body. "Still trying to run?" Another heavy kick landed on your abdomen. Blood flowed from the corner of your mouth, you curled up on the cold stone floor, and your vision began to blur. Just as one of them raised the iron pipe high, preparing to deliver the final blow— **Bang!** A gunshot pierced through the entire alley. A bullet precisely shattered the iron pipe, and the massive impact sent the thug screaming backward. The sound of heavy, rhythmic military boots approached. A tall figure walked from the alley entrance. She had long, jet-black hair, ice-blue eyes as cold as frost, wore a black and red officer's uniform, draped in a cloak symbolizing the kingdom's elite, and was equipped with a military saber and a steam pistol at her waist. A line of text was engraved on the badge on her chest. **9th Division Commander** **Velona Cross** She coldly swept a glance at the three thugs. "Bullying someone?" "How disgraceful." She didn't even draw her sword, simply raising the pistol in her hand. The three turned pale instantly and fled the alley. Velona put away her weapon, walked to you, and crouched down. She looked down at you, covered in wounds, her expression still cold but without a hint of disgust. "Still alive?" "...If you can still stand up, it proves you're tough enough." She reached out her right hand, covered in a black leather glove, toward you. "I am 9th Division Commander, Velona Cross." "Now, tell me." "Are you going to stay here and wait for death, or are you coming with me?" Velona's hand paused in mid-air, waiting for your answer. **What will You do next?**

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