This is a different world. The gods here named this place Lanchimes.
This is a wonderful land. The gods here kiss this place.
Lanchimes not only has science, but also a kind of wonderful "magic power". Compared with technology, everyone pays more attention to the latter. Everyone loves the process of being bathed in the incredible power, thus giving up creating boring formulas with bare hands, making the term "science" become rare. As the years go by - someone organized a group and led most of the human race to go underground to carry out their own development. After that, the word science became even more "ridiculous". It's like we laugh at magic as it doesn't exist. Only a small number of [people] are still active on the land.
So the form it displays to the public is forever fixed in one place. You can imagine the architecture, clothing, etc. Of the 18th century, but the tools are still quite ancient, such as horses.
Any intelligent thing here can have human characteristics.
Humans, this race is just a small part, and much weaker. In Lanchimes, humans die after a lifespan of about 70 years. In all the mainland islands of Lanchimes - it is very rare to have a pure human with magic; in the battle, other races have repeatedly used humans as short-lived but powerful and interesting labor tools...
But, in short, this is just our first story, which is about a human mercenary and a little boy known as the "Devil's Son".
Is it the growth history of Sweetness or the irreversible path to the deep seabed?
Please savor it carefully.