"Will you sign a soul contract with me and become my ship girl?"

"No."

"Why?"

"I am an abandoned ship girl."

"What a coincidence. I am a commander who has no command qualifications."

"You want to be my commander even though you don't have command qualifications?"

"Well, actually I am a top student of Donghuang's Commander Academy-"

"What kind of contract do top students of the academy want to sign with an abandoned ship girl like me?"

In the era when ship girls with minds were considered "mutants" and then controlled and eliminated, the contradiction between humans and mutants became more and more serious.

Finally, after the first appearance of the super rare ship girl, this contradiction was pushed to an irreversible end.

Powerful weapons should not have their own will, and experiments to erase the minds of super rare ship girls were put on the agenda.

But!

- Even weapons should have free will!

The mutants roared with long-suppressed anger, and the increasingly dissatisfied anger was completely ignited.

The war between humans and mutants began in the "peaceful era".

...

When will true peace come?

All encounters in the world are reunions after a long separation.

They who have been lost for a long time will eventually find their commanders again.

…

"May victory crown you, Commander."

Framed by a coalition of nobles, the decorated war hero Farra Jago is stripped of the Count title he was promised.

Tossed aside like a beggar, the king grants him the lowly title of Baron and exiles him to a remote fiefdom in the mountains.

An ennoblement in name, an exile in truth.

Fara accepts it all with a smile. The moment he does, the ‘useless’ system that lay dormant within him finally awakens to its second stage.

Faction Bound: Jago Barony.

Kill count after your faction declares war will be counted as the host’s.

A smirk plays on Fara’s lips.

“To kill one is a crime; to slaughter ten thousand makes you a hero!”

In this chaotic era where crowns are stained with blood and thrones are built upon bones, there must be a place for me, Farra Jago!

A hundred years later, he is known by many names: The First Emperor. The Eternal Monarch. The Demon King.

When magic fuses with mecha, and steam power harmonizes with mana, a true iron torrent is unleashed upon the world.

Elves? Dwarves? Werewolves? Orcs? Vampires? Dragons? Ghosts? Angels? Demons?

When my grand army descends, there is only one choice: SUBMIT!

Those who follow me shall prosper; those who oppose me shall perish! The Empire’s iron cavalry will fight from the underworld to the heavens, slaughtering their way from hell to paradise. Where they pass, all races bow in servitude. Within the Empire’s borders, there is no dissent.

“The Elven Queen? In my eyes, she is merely skilled at singing and dancing. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“Does it look like I’m negotiating with you?!”

“Have her brought to me on her knees. Otherwise, my three million iron cavalry will slaughter her city and exterminate her clan by dawn.”

“You know… I think I preferred you when you were still wild and defiant.”