Heaven-Stealing Demon Venerable: Go Talk to My Great Formless Hand

A lone sandbar in the vast desert, starlight rising; a lonely soul from beyond the heavens, bound by heartache.

I was once a traveler through reincarnation, yet know not where the flowers bloom or the mulberries grow.

The starry sea stretches on, the Silver River cut off; the empty gate lies endless, all thoughts severed.

I have crossed ten thousand miles in search of the way home, broken through the Infernal Realm to find my homeland.

Human strength has limits, but the heavens are boundless. I will set out again when fate brings the right companions.

Having barely escaped, I unexpectedly fell into yet another world.

This world has no mecha, but its magic has flourished to dazzling heights.

People no longer rely on wands or talent. They need no incantations or meditation. Even an ordinary farmer can use magic simply by putting on a spellcasting platform.

But this is not my home.

If you don't understand the beauty of mecha, then don't blame this lord for showing no mercy with the Formless Hand!

Forbidden art of stolen life, go!

Demon Venerable Stealing Heaven

P.S. Just a casual fanfic about Demon Venerable Stealing Heaven, and a chance to depict the collision between mecha and magic as I imagine it. Serious tone, unpolished writing. If that's not your thing, don't read.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.