Traveling through the troubled times of low demons, Lin Che had no aristocratic blood, no extraordinary talent, only a brain of science and engineering knowledge, and a life that could be destined to die in the snow in the north at any time.
When the Wastelanders came to the city and the fortress was about to be destroyed, he could only gamble out the first can of gunpowder from a pile of broken materials in the armory.
From then on, city defense, ordnance, artillery, nobles, wars, power strategies...
Before the old era collapsed, he lit the first fire.
