Empires collapsed and order disappeared.
The nobility, the church, and the knights devoured each other in the war.
The Winterslin family, the last male, has only one good-for-nothing heir left.
They call me Xavier, a joke that cannot be practiced.
But they don't know that at the moment of the inheritance ceremony, what I gained was not power——
But "rules".
The legacy of the Mechanical Gods allowed me to see the true nature of this world.
Magic is nothing but resolvable energy.
Belief is nothing but an exploitable system.
War is nothing but an optimizable process.
So, I built factories, created armies, and restructured order.
When the Iron Legion crushed the gate of the royal capital——
Only then did they understand one thing:
I am fighting for more than just land and people.
I'm here to rewrite the world.
