An industrial-lord story set in another world, with a fantasy setting partly based on Pathfinder rules and a comedic tone. It takes a while to get going; the first ten chapters are mostly setup.
My name is Xia En. I transmigrated and became a troublesome royal relative, unloved by the queen and despised by the ministers.
As part of my exile package, I was kicked out of the imperial city and sent to Horn City, the strongest fortress on the front lines of the Holy War, to oversee a branch of the widely ridiculed “Inventors’ Association.”
On my first day, I saw their greatest masterpieces:
An alchemical golem that can play the violin by itself, but walks with both arms and legs moving in sync and is liable to trip over nothing at any moment.
A mechanical greatsword covered in runes, with a built-in force-field amplifier, but in need of repairs after just a few swings.
…Help. I think I’ve stumbled into a gathering place for high-tech oddballs.
Now these geniuses, who have only half-mastered the principle that sheer force can solve anything, have been ordered to provide Horn City with defensive weapons to repel the approaching horde of monsters.
Staring at the mountains of “artworks” piled in the warehouse, I fell into deep thought.
“Listen up. For our first version, the goal is: it moves, it hits people, and it doesn’t fall apart! Is that clear?!”
