I Just Want to Go Home After Landing in a Weird Steampunk Otherworld

Honestly, Megan had wondered whether she might transmigrate one day.

The problem was, what she imagined was, "I close my eyes, open them, and transmigrate to a peaceful world with a cheat"... Not, "I close my eyes, open them, and find myself in my pajamas at a murder scene"!!!

So what the hell was this thing in front of her? It looked like a werewolf, sounded like a werewolf, and by every measure seemed to be a werewolf

I can just go to hell, can't I? It's a werewolf!!!

After all these years living as an ordinary person in a peaceful country, Megan finally understood on her twenty-fifth birthday that she wasn't the heroine of a lighthearted slice-of-life novel, nor its supporting character. Her destined life had practically nothing to do with those four words, "lighthearted slice of life"...

Her first twenty-four years of lighthearted everyday life had been nothing but one long prologue.

From now on

Where the hell are my two big guns?!

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Meigan: Thanks for asking. I'm in another world, just got off an airship, and, well... I really didn't want to become a god.

I've said all I can say. Everyone knows what they need to know, and I can't say more. Too many people know me, and there are conflicting interests, so I'm going anonymous.

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Cue the edgy teenage phase.

One strike of the hammer, praise the great sun! Grant me heavenly fire, and let glory be proclaimed.

Two strikes of the hammer, praise the blood moon! Grant me madness, and let glory be proclaimed.

Three strikes of the hammer, praise the starry host! Grant me peace, and let glory be proclaimed!

Gears, bearings, differential engines. Triggers, springs, steel lathes.

Now that the people have witnessed a world of riveted steam, let them raise their heads and cry, "Long live the supremacy of machinery!"

Call the ten thousand machines the holy lord of the gods, and let their gun turrets crush all unrest!

The ceremony is complete!

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Megan: I risked my life and successfully took my enemy's life (wrong)

Megan: What the hell...!! (right)

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Steampunk + a hyper-riveted steam technology tree + a vaguely Victorian setting + the eerie and supernatural + exorcists.

The heroine's surname is Mei and her given name is Gan. Her original English name was Megan. You can call her Meigan too, if you like (?).

Her body is pure (twenty-five years old, a fan of fictional characters, an ordinary modern-day netizen who used to keep her distance from real people)

His body isn't pure, though his heart is (he's sixty thousand years old! An immortal! And one who mingles with the world! Hundreds of identities! Logically, I can't even imagine how he could be pure, so please stop harping on about it!!!!!)

Happy ending.

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Also known as Second Breath.

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Content warnings:

The heroine isn't exactly a good person. She's just a bald-headed soul who wants to go home, and anyone who gets in her way is generally destined for a funeral feast.

Both leads think they're not crazy.

There is swearing.

The male lead isn't a virgin. He has many, many, many identities. He's an immortal who has genuinely lived among ordinary people. His true appearance is that of a handsome older man with graying hair at his temples. Don't read if that's not your thing.

The romance includes some melodramatic elements.

The characters' values don't represent the author's values.

Some descriptions need to fit the setting and may not align with modern ideas.

But the setting isn't really eighteenth-century Eng-land, since Britain didn't actually have a red moon back then, did it? [

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If it's not your thing, you don't have to read it. Just don't go flipping over the stalls of cooks whose food doesn't suit your taste. Thanks for understanding.

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Author's Weibo: @Jinjiang-Bu Yan

Megan's illustrations are starting to appear on Weibo ←

Theme: A leaf returns to its roots.