This is an era of infinite possibilities, steam and steel, gears and clockwork. Steam power and differential engines symbolize the infinite future of human civilization. However, no one noticed that under the haze of steam and in the shadow of steel, the dark, mysterious mystery has never left. And a traveler from a foreign land will unveil the mysterious veil in this turbulent, free and dreamy world, and write his own history and legend

[Infinite flow + slightly scary + no heroine + escape + non-cool text + no system + online IQ + novel world view setting]

[This article has many twists and turns, and is more of a group portrait. Please be patient. Each character may not be as simple as it seems. Although it is an infinite flow, in fact, each copy has a certain connection. ]

Yan Changqing is a patient who has been paralyzed in bed for twelve years.

He had the same dream repeatedly for the past twelve years. In the dream, he was a healthy man with his own estate and animals to keep him company. They were apes, snakes, foxes, wolves, and butterflies.

The ape taught him imitation and wine making.

The snake taught him [detection] and [avoidance].

The fox taught him how to cheat and how to counter-cheate.

The wolf taught him "hunting" and "camouflage".

The butterfly taught him [art] and [aesthetics].

He thought that such days would continue until his death, until one day his dream changed. The animals and the manor disappeared, and were replaced by seven humans and a strange foggy world.

Is this a dream or a different space? Yan Changqing has no way of knowing. He will face one horrific incident after another and use the skills he has learned to find a way out of the incident.

During this process, he discovered something that terrified him. It turned out that he had been in the game twelve years ago...

“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?”

Ordinary and abnormal overlap, just like the deep sea and the sea surface.

Above the sea, tall buildings stand in rows, the world is normal, and mortals operate as precisely as gears, and their lives are in order.

Under the deep sea, there are upside-down doors, secret histories, and countless taboos sunk in the sea - thaumaturgy, memes/anti-memes, reality distortion, narrative layers, pataphysics, divinity/supreme divinity...

Only a very few people can glimpse a corner of the truth. Is it lucky? Or unfortunate?

Xia Shou traveled to this magical world, and countless possibilities unfolded in front of him.

…

"The indescribable and incomprehensible are everywhere, but fortunately, humans still have a tightrope to walk."

Autumn of 1840.

The world is like a whale floating up, igniting a fire in the eyes of the boy.

A letter from more than ten miles away, a traveler from a foreign land, and several wonderful and fantastic stories.

Ritualists, strange objects, alien species, invisible techniques;

Cursed secret texts, pointy-eared cats and dragons, little people under the floor, castles walking in dreams;

Science and mystery, fantasy and reality.

The boy tapped his cane, staggered with the times, and his black hair flew and melted in the laughter behind him:

"Those who are against us are bad guys!"

The monsters said.

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This book is also known as: "The end of mysticism is probably afternoon tea", "My sect members are not quite right"

Keywords: Victorian fantasy, mysticism, esotericism, cat people's daily life