Mr. Director, Our Technology Tree Is Crooked Again!

The mainstream of different world industry + fantasy world view (partially refer to PF rules) + comedy style. It's a relatively slow pick-up, with the first ten chapters basically setting the stage. My name is Xia En. I traveled through time and became a naughty royal relative who the queen did not care for and the ministers did not love. As part of the distribution package, I was kicked out of the Imperial City and came to the Horn City, the strongest bastion on the jihad front, to supervise a branch of the "Inventors' Guild" that was admittedly weird. On my first day in office, I saw their respective crowning masterpieces: An alchemical golem that can play the violin automatically, but walks with the same hands and feet, and will fall flat on the ground at any time. A mechanical giant sword studded with runes and with built-in force field amplification, but it needs to be repaired after a few hits. ... Help, I may have arrived at a gathering place of high-tech weirdos. But now, this group of geniuses who have only half learned how to master the magic tricks are asked to provide the Horn City with city defense weapons to resist the coming monster army. Looking at the mountains of art in the warehouse, I fell into deep thought. "Listen, for our first version, the goal is to be able to move, hit people, and not fall apart! Do you understand me?!"