From the start, all I get is an incomplete blueprint. Am I supposed to save the country by calculating tolerances myself?
Other people’s Systems hand them divine gear from the start. Mine gives me only an incomplete blueprint for a Hanyang rifle, plus the cheery reminder, “Failure is the mother of success, okay, sweetie?”
1937. The nation is broken and families are shattered. There’s no money, no food, and no equipment.
Want to make guns? Start with crude steelmaking. Want to make cannons? First build a working lathe by hand.
Every burst barrel is another round of data refinement; every failure is a leap in technology.
“This isn’t a miracle. It’s just getting the tolerances right.”
When a female PhD who studied in Germany gives her all for a formula, and a stubborn old mechanic stays up all night for the sake of a single millimeter of precision... with blood and fire, we forge the Republic’s first industrial lifeline in the mountains behind enemy lines!
No immortal cultivation here, just industry, hard-core to the end!
