The King of Disasters in the Steam Age

Under the bright waning moon, the young man walked unhurriedly, with a gentle smile on his lips. The dim light from the street lamp cast a black shadow under his feet. The shadow is infinitely elongated, ferocious and twisted, like a dragon or a snake, with a crown on each of the nine heads. The surface of the body is as black as ink, and every scale is as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the portrait of all things. "My name is Roland von Hohenheim. I have many titles, such as the Curse Breaker, the Wishing Lamp, the Dragon of Heaven, the Number of Beast Names, the Gold that Confuses the Crowd, and the Dread Lord..." "——Also a time traveler, player. The leader behind the fourth natural disaster." "Have you seen me? Are you reflected in my pupils?" "That delicious sin... Madness." "That doesn't belong to me, it belongs to you." The young man used a poet-like tone to whisper to the people in distress. "I only keep them as a joke over tea."