The empire has collapsed, and order is gone.
Nobles, the church, and knights devour one another in war.
The Winters family has only one male heir left, and he's a good-for-nothing.
They call me Xavier, a joke who can't cultivate.
But they don't know that, at the moment of my inheritance ceremony, I gained not power
but “rules.”
The legacy of the Mechanical Gods has let me see the true nature of this world.
Magic is nothing more than energy that can be analyzed.
Faith is nothing more than a System that can be exploited.
War is nothing more than a process that can be optimized.
So I build factories, manufacture armies, and reconstruct order.
When my steel legions smash through the gates of the royal capital
only then do they understand one thing:
I am not just fighting for land and people.
I have come to rewrite the entire world.
