I Transmigrated to Another World, but It’s Rusted Warfare

[Another World] [Behind-the-Scenes Style (Sort Of)] [No Romance] [The Protagonist Is a Bit Inhuman (In More Ways Than One)]

As a proud (not really) science student, Morris transmigrates to a sword-and-magic world.

There are no heroes or monsters in this world, just a bunch of churches fighting each other. But these churches can actually summon gods.

Still, Morris figures there’s no point worrying about it now. First, let’s eat.

What?! All they have is hard, disgusting black bread?!

In that case, nobody gets to play by the old rules anymore.

The pride of humanity, heavily armored knights who sweep all before them? Take it up with my steel tide!

Elven master archers who never miss? Eat my artillery bombardment!

Dragons that rule the skies? Aerial formation strike!

Fortresses that never fall? Time to make the whole world nuclear-peaceful!

They say every cannon blast costs a fortune in gold. Well, I’ll bring the cannons, and you can pay in gold.

(I wrote this to practice typing, so it might be a little boring. Also, the protagonist is Morris, but the story is generally told from other characters’ perspectives, and he doesn’t get much screen time early on.)