"This city is fueled by people's broken spirits, shattered dreams, and the blood and sweat of the people... I don't want to be a cog, and I don't believe roses can bloom on circuit boards."

Damn, who would like such a world?

The crosshairs can't appear in the mind, and the prosthesis can't be installed at will.

But fortunately, there are still gold fingers...

I don't want to be a legend, nor do I plan to do something big. Roll just wants to guard his own little piece of land and live a good life, but why the hell are you forcing me?

So now--

"It's time to show everyone who is the real legend!"

"Adam's Hammer? What a powerful prosthesis, but luckily my body is not bad! Come and touch it! I'll let you know what a yellow-skinned athlete is!"

"Let's choose the color of the nuclear bomb to blow up the Arasaka Tower. Oh, how about pink?"

The world of Vales in the 1620s is at the corner of a changing era.

The magic steam engine blew the horn of the Industrial Revolution, the enlightenment thoughts were hitting the foundations of feudal imperial power, the empire of the Old World was thin, the colonies of the New World were ambitious, and the “swords and magic” had been established for 1,600 years. The old order is about to be replaced by a new order.

This is the best era, and the worst era, this is the era of colonial teenager Joan Vida studying and living.

“Everyone is born free, but the caster is more free.”

This is a story about magic and a story about growth.