[Non-cool story + Western fantasy + Anti-themed + slow pace + growing protagonist]

It was absolutely right to have a progression system at the beginning. Dago was desperate to improve. The first thing he did every morning when he woke up was look in the mirror and ask himself, "Have I made any progress today?" Especially as a wizard, if he improved a little bit every day, after ten thousand sunsets and sunrises, he would surely reach the top of the world.

[Family Article][Wizard Article][Group Portrait][Farming][Cthulhu][Behind the Scenes]

"I finally found you, child. Our family has declined, and you are the last of my bloodline in this world. You can call me ancestor."

"Okay, ancestor. What do you want to see me for?"

"You have to revitalize our family, child. We have stood for thousands of years and are the most prosperous wizard family. Looking through the family tree, almost every generation has produced great wizards whose reputations were resounding throughout the sky at that time."

"But ancestor, I don't have the talent to learn even the little tricks of those wizards who spray water. Not to mention the witchcraft that can make the earth tremble and the sky overturn."

"It doesn't matter, child. You still have my teachings, and you still have your descendants. You still have the rich witchcraft heritage I left you in the manor. As long as your descendants can continue, sooner or later you will master those witchcrafts, and our family will regain its glory."

"How glorious is it, ancestor?"

"Child, do you know that the wilderness full of twisted monsters, the manor occupied by demons, and the thousands of miles of land snatched by the high-sounding evil cult villains, all belonged to our family."

"But, ancestor, why am I just a coachman now?"

"Because our family has fallen into decline."

Chamberlain traveled through time and space and became the king of an ancient magical empire.

Sadly, he was the last king, chased and hunted by rebels.

With evil gods watching him and the rebels in pursuit, he was ready to hang himself when a familiar voice rang out.

"From the beginnings of underwater life to..."

A civilization system, somewhat different from his understanding, emerged in his mind.

"This is clearly a magical empire, so why are we incorporating materialistic ideologies?"

"Newton, are you sure this magic conforms to your laws?"

"What's the Gaussian magic model?"

"What the hell is a Turing maze?"

"Zhang Heng, are you sure your astral armillary sphere guide can replace the navigator? Okay, the colossus is in place."

As the Silverthir Empire entered its 40th millennium, the world under its control flourished with life. With the help of many great men, it had entered the Age of Stars, the Golden Age.

Chamberlain stretched out his hands and played the accordion. "I have brought peace to a generation, and at the same time, I have made the Empire great again!"

However, there are always heretics who continue to slander the ruler of the Empire, the sun of the Empire, the great Emperor Chamberlain.

They call him an evil god, a false god, a butcher, a tyrant, a false emperor, the destroyer of countless worlds, and the destroyer of the world.

In response to these unrealistic rumors, Chamberlain said, "Slander! All of it! I am really not a war criminal. I love nuclear peace very much!"

"In that case, then tell my Burning Heaven Divine Soldier!"

"We are all trying our best to live."

While the spires of the Starry City still condensed star tracks, and the lava in the volcanic zone chanted the Tome of the Elements, this world, drenched in the torrent of magic, clung to a millennium of unchanging magical supremacy—until Chloe, with Newton's Three Laws, shattered the otherworldly ceiling.

Despite being the only "Muggle" on the continent with zero magical affinity, she could deduce the trajectory of a dragon's flight in the library, dismantle a wand to reconstruct an unknown device, and even recite the wondrous principles of chemistry over boiling potions.

While traditional magicians still worshipped the elemental gods for favor, Chloe had already forged a steam-powered magical engine in the abandoned workshop of the Church of Truth, ushering in the Industrial Revolution.

Truth should be held in our own hands!

Gears and wands dance together, steam and heavy swords go hand in hand.

Times have changed, my lord!

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