When Gears Turn Flesh and Blood, Call Me the Grand Duke of Rusted Iron

《No heroine + no golden finger + character development with clear progression + not a mindless wish-fulfillment story + dark themes + grim and brutal》 The protagonist’s story is long, and I’m merely a witness, writing down the story in my head. The first two sections are just setup. Feel free to skip to the third if you like. It won’t really affect your reading experience. When the cracks in reality can no longer be mended, steel will awaken and seek its king. Underground, a tide of Rustbound Servants begins to stir; on the streets, the red eyes of Woundhounds cut through the fog; on the battlefield, the vows of Conjugate Knights become a rallying cry for the charge: “All for the Rust-Iron Grand Duke!” But fate gives the Grand Duke, surrounded by those vows, no choice but to scrape by. Either he must master the flood of rust-iron power and forge a new order in a broken world, or be consumed by that power, sinking into ruin alongside everything he holds dear.