Owen was just a small lord in a small border town. Until a technology tycoon from another world approached him, everything changed.
The contact with advanced ideas made him realize that the feudal aristocratic system hindered social development.
With the acquisition of future technology, he tried to combine it with magic to develop localized high-tech.
The nobles regarded him as a thorn in their eyes, forcing him to develop the military industry to deal with knights and magicians.
“I just wanted to farm and develop my territory, but they insisted on making trouble. I had no choice but to take over all their territories.” Owen said helplessly.
The world of swords and magic has welcomed a plastic man who loves mechanical power. He vows to let his mechanical technology give the whole world a little power shock!
The ultimate steam high pressure brings invincible power.
[The Steam Knight is deploying——]
The limit of the escapement is the infinite extension of gear power.
[The clockwork nun twists and starts——]
The aerodynamic aesthetics of the ultimate combination of Laval and hydrogen explosion.
[The supersonic air-blast hot iron cannon is assembled——]
Feel the most proud work of retro mechanics!
[The Holy World Cathedral stands on the earth! ]
"Declare war on the feudal nobles. This time, Hill will definitely protect everyone!"
————Hill, the Holy Lord of the Power Church
iang Huaining was reborn and bound to a system, only to discover she was actually the fake daughter in a switched-at-birth novel—and not just any fake daughter, but the vicious, scheming one.
She stole the company, stole the female lead’s parents, did every bad thing imaginable, and was ultimately ruined by the male lead, ending in bankruptcy.
After her rebirth, she started strong—slapped a disgusting bystander once, then gave the male lead three slaps as a warm-up.
Then she went home and said to her mom,
“Mom, wire me 300 million. Your daughter will make you the mother of the world’s richest person.”
“And you don’t like that Liu family brat either, right? The weather’s getting cold—how about sending him to jail?”
Anyone who messes with me, no matter how far, will be punished!
From that moment on, on top of her mission to become the world’s richest person, she added a new goal: send someone straight to prison.
…A multifunctional hemostatic agent, a levitating car, and holographic projection—these were just small steps on her path to kick aside the male lead and become a global tycoon.
—Later—
Reporter: “What do you think was the key to your success?”
Jiang Huaining: “My mom’s 300 million, my own brains, and all the praise from my sister and netizens.”
“Oh, and shoutout to my fake ex-fiancé for sacrificing himself and teaching me that to be a proper billionaire, one must never break the law.”
The male lead in prison: …
The former world’s richest man: …
The real daughter/female lead: My big sis is the best! She’s the smartest! The kindest! Always right!
Attention, the doomsday city world ahead, the cyber wizards are about to invade!
Wizards, one of the extraordinary professions in the cyber world, are limited by the number of extraordinary items in existence, and it is difficult to advance to extraordinary power.
...
The doomsday crisis in the city broke out, extraordinary items blossomed everywhere, but extraordinary professions have not yet been born.
Lynch, who has the [Gate], travels between the two worlds.
[Firearms + Space + Technology + Magic + Genius + Nobility + Many Women + Slow Heat]
(No system, not a cool story, the pace is relatively slow, please read with caution)
From seven steps away, the gun is fast; from seven steps away, the gun is fast and accurate.
"You'd better be defeated by my magic. Otherwise, when I take out the high-tech magic weapon on my waist - the three magic array golden desert eagle plus the space enchanted explosive bomb, which will hit the target as soon as it is fired, and explode as soon as it hits, how will you respond?"
Floating gun, tracking sword, iron warrior, void fortress, God's staff...
“Oh my God! Times have changed.” —Murray Greene
Question: Beneath the starry sky, there stands a beauty. Her long black hair flows like eternal night, her bright eyes shimmer like the stars, her immense magic makes the world tremble, and her unparalleled beauty compels all beings to bow before her. Who is this beauty?
“That’s right, it’s me, the Queen of Witches, Dorothy!”
Azeroth is troubled by internal and external troubles, and countless enemies are waiting to eat this cake.
If you want to survive, people must fight hard to win that ray of life.
However, those powerful tribes are not in their positions.
The five-colored dragons are fighting internally and internally, and they have not fulfilled their responsibility of protection at all!
The human guardians who have powerful magical powers are leading the way for the Burning Legion.
The high elves lie down under the shade of the trees of their predecessors, unaware that danger is approaching.
The night elves are even more excessive, they just fall asleep!
Lying down, betraying, pretending to be dead, all kinds of monsters are tossing around in Azeroth, waiting for the final judgment.
A high-level elf boy who has awakened the memory of another world is working hard to cultivate in order to prevent the world from being destroyed.
Yes, as long as I am strong enough, the world will not be destroyed!
"A person wants to find safety in larger calibers, longer ranges, and more powerful firepower—what's wrong with that?"
"So, you’ve created tens of thousands of skeletal mech legions, ghostly airstrike fleets, the Sea of Death Armageddon fleet, and undead heavy armor brigades... and turned the school anniversary into your personal undead arms marketplace?"
Facing the school newspaper reporter’s questions, Rhodes' gaze drifted, and his words faltered.
"Those... those are for civilian use!" Coughs, "Can we talk about something else?"
The reporter took a deep breath: "Alright, let's shift to some campus curiosities. Why is the magic academy's front gate blown up daily? Why are the magical beasts kept on campus suddenly running wild? And there have been repeated ghost sightings in the women's bathhouse—are they real or just rumors? Also, why has a 13th-tier Demon Lord appeared...?"
This book tells the story of a blue dragon belonging to the five-colored dragon, from hatching from its shell to building its own legendary story. The beginning of this journey begins with a story called "Broken Scales". "From the moment a dragon is born, it will go through a cycle of old scales breaking and falling off, and then new scales growing at every age. For a dragon, this is a necessary process for growth." - Dragon research expert Bruce, "The Life of a Dragon"
“I saw with my own eyes that they used the finest, rustproof refined steel to make utensils and cans, filling them with just a little food, then casually throwing them away after eating.”
“I saw with my own eyes that they used giant beasts as tall as mountains to devour soil and rocks, digging out underground cities, just to park their steel carriages beneath the surface.”
“I saw with my own eyes that they fed glowing ores into an everlasting stellar furnace, unleashing a radiance brighter than the sun.”
“I saw with my own eyes all those indescribable things.”
“Their iron birds covered the sky, their steel ships filled the ocean, their war machines tore the earth asunder, and their gods walked upon the world.”
“You must think I’m mad.”
“But it doesn’t matter.”
“It has already seen you.”
***
Oil is Its blood.
Thick smoke is Its breath.
Ore and steel are Its food.
The countless cargo ships in the harbors are Its myriad offspring.
The place of origin stamped in the corner is Its silent mockery.
They claim they are mere mortals.
Child, you’d best not argue.
You must understand:
Their technology is beyond comprehension.
Their production capacity is unimaginable.
A mere glimpse of their creations will drive you insane.
Their morale surpasses even the most fanatical worshippers of dark gods.
How will you stop them?
With your sword, child? Or your flesh and blood?
You should be grateful that they still consider themselves mortals.
***
“I’ve finished building my factory, and now you’re telling me this world runs on idealism?!”
“Wait, then what the hell did I just create?”