Industrial Cthulhu, Starting as an Island Lord

When I wrote the title of this book, there was a fire in my heart. I want to write a story about the torrent of industry that overwhelms demons and demons. I want to write a story about the collision of technology and the extraordinary. I want to write about the indescribable and incomprehensible feeling that the creation of the industrial assembly line exceeds the limits of human understanding. He doesn't care about your fear, and what does your worship have to do with Him. This story lingers in my heart and makes me think about it day and night. Then I actually wrote it and submitted it. At that time, I had nothing but an interesting story. My heart was burning and I couldn't wait for you to see it. It took me a long time before I could publish the book. I was too bad at writing and I had to practice for a long time. I uploaded it with confidence, but the data was very poor. I searched chapter by chapter and found that as long as I wrote about farming, development, and the original story, the data was not good. Ashamed to say, I am a weak person. I will write whatever others say. If it's not good, delete it. If someone criticizes it, change it. If you think about it carefully, it all makes sense. As I write, I find that this story is a bit unfamiliar to me. I asked the editor that the data for this chapter was missing again. Did I write it poorly? The editor teacher talked to me a lot, but I only remember one sentence. "Do you want to write a book with overwhelming early data, or do you want to write this story well?" I suddenly remembered that I had come up with a good story, so I worked hard to practice coding. I want everyone to see the fire and light in my heart. In Chapter 53, it is not Hughes who is lost, but myself. I ran too far chasing the data and couldn't find my way home. I suddenly understood that I still had nothing but the fire in my heart. Even if I failed it, it still never dimmed for a moment. I took some detours. But I have thought about it, I will write this story no matter what, no matter what. I want to write this story well. Next, I won't look at any data, and I won't go back and forth anymore. I will just write my story. I am going to write my Industrial Cthulhu. Everyone, I have a wonderful story in my heart. Please listen carefully.

In fact, I prefer the setting of Industrial Magician to Industrial Cthulhu. There used to be a saying that when a man reaches the age of thirty and is still a virgin, he will become a magician. Why? Because you don't fall in love until you are thirty, where did your energy go? If you spend money on the four engineering subjects of machinery, electrical, computer, and communications, you can change to an industrial magician (spell summoning category). If you spend money on biochemical ring materials, you can become an industrial magician (alchemy potion category). If you spend money on breeding, animal husbandry, veterinary medicine, and breeding, you can change to a modern archdruid. Those who study medicine and nursing are modern priests and pastors. Industrial monks who study civil engineering, water conservancy, surveying and mapping, geology and mining. Those who study intangible cultural heritage, architectural design, and textiles are industrial bards. There are also industrial knights who study transportation and aerospace and can use mechas, and industrial paladins who can use nuclear-powered mechas. And so on🪖

The introduction is quite interesting, like looking at the industrial era from Don Quixote's perspective.

In the cold universe, we are mechanical slaves, In the endless war, we are steel warriors. O great Omnisiah, grant us strength, let our engines roar, let our ammunition be loaded, for your glory we will fight to the end. We are your followers, we are your believers, We will prove our worth in the war. O Omnisiah, please guide our paths, let us find light in darkness, let us gain victory in battle. We will forever praise your name, We will always be loyal to your cause O Omnisiah, our god of machines, please accept our prayers and let us fight for you! Knowledge is the supreme manifestation of divinity, and all other creatures (basically limited to humans) and technology are the embodiment of this divinity, and therefore have sacredness. Under this belief, a person's value only depends on the total amount of knowledge that person has, and this person's body is just a simple organic machine that can preserve this knowledge ==Preface to the Holy Code of the Adeptus Mechanicus== We know that every passing life form is a gear in the great mechanism. Get rid of the frail flesh and receive the glory of the Machine God. We know that the great secrets that the Mechanicus reveals to his followers will eclipse the weaknesses of mortals. Our hands can create everything in the universe. Knowledge is everlasting. Knowledge is solemn and sacred. Knowledge is power. Knowledge is hope. Life is the vector The soul is the cause of life Perception is the ability to acquire the value of knowledge Intellect is the understanding of knowledge Perception is the basis of knowledge Understanding is the right path to understanding Understanding is the key to everything Ohm Messiah knows everything and understands everything -Warning- Alien machinery is a misinterpretation of the right path The soul is the conscience of consciousness Only the Ohm Messiah can bestow a soul Knowledge without a soul is the enemy of all things Ancient knowledge cannot be questioned The machine soul guards ancient knowledge The body is fallible, and rituals respect the machine soul. To destroy the ritual is to destroy the faith

In the name of the sacred binary, loudly praise Omnisiah, and all glory be given to the God of all opportunities! May the gears of loyalty never rust!!! Ring the bell once! Push the lever to activate the piston and pump. Ring the bell twice! Push the button to start the engine, ignite the turbine and breathe life into it. Ring the bell three times! Sing in unison, praising the God of all opportunities! From the mediocrity of thought, Omnisiah, save us! From the lies of the infidels, circuit, protect us! From the wrath of the beast, steel, protect us! From the temptation of minced meat, silica, purify us! From the ravages of the Destroyer, Machine Soul, protect us! From this creature's rotten prison, Mechanicus, set us free! Omnisiah! Omnisiah! Omnisiah! Omnisiah! There is no unchanging truth in flesh and blood, only decay. There is no lasting strength in flesh and blood, only weakness. There is no eternal stability in flesh and blood, only decay. There is no certainty in flesh and blood, except death. From the mediocrity of thought, Omnisiah, save us! From the lies of the infidels, circuit, protect us! From the wrath of the beast, steel, protect us! From the temptation of minced meat, silica, purify us! From the ravages of the Destroyer, Machine Soul, protect us! From this creature's rotten prison, Mechanicus, set us free! Omnisiah! Omnisiah! Omnisiah! Omnisiah!

Neither Industrial nor Cthulhu

The comment section said that it gets better and better in the future, but it was already a bit unsustainable in the early stages. If it is an industrial novel, the feeling given by the science and engineering protagonist and the text should be rational and precise. However, in the early stage, the feeling given to people is emotional and childish, as if the world and NPCs are playing house with the protagonist. The most typical point is the ambiguity of quantity and time, not to mention that the number of banshees that appear many times is very small. The small number means that it is easy to count, but the specific number is ignored every time, as if to facilitate the possible plot later. In the first month, there is no specific quantitative explanation of the progress on the island. It is just a general development. How many islanders, how many are hired for construction, how many are workers, and how many children go to school. These are all taken for granted, without any data support. They all have received nine years of compulsory education and have specific concepts about infrastructure. Without data, it gives the impression that there are many people on the island at one moment and very few on the island at the next. Not much, not enough to support so many projects starting at the same time, but too much, judging from the specific data on the taxes paid to pirates on fish catch and wine brewing in the early days, not enough to support this statement. If it is farming and development, it is essentially a process of expanding the limited quantifiable data little by little. Unfortunately, I did not see this in the early stage. It was more that I thought it was going to be built, so I built it. Industry is not extraordinary, but idealistic enough to break the rules in a moment of thought. This is also the charm of science. The author's settings and descriptions of extraordinary aspects are very interesting. However, just like the title of the book, the "industry" that forms the core of the book is not shown. There are many "awkward" plots in this chapter, and the emotional and psychological changes of the characters are somewhat taken for granted. For example, the banshee's thousand years of servitude can break through the shackles, but these thousand years of belief in the prophecy are easily broken by the protagonist's words. This is very counter-intuitive. Since it is such a strong spiritual power, how can it pop like a bubble? If it is true, as others have said, that the author's later writings are getting better and better, then I suggest that the author revise the front part. As far as my personal reading experience is concerned, the front part feels like a wall made of unhardened concrete. The back part is painted white and pasted with wallpaper. It looks good, but I always inevitably think of the mushy appearance of the unhardened concrete.

The most poisonous point is, will this book reach thousands of people later? Thousands of people engaged in industry? Chapter 80 didn't mention the key point, it's all nonsense! What about population? What about territory? What about food? Basically no description!

Moaning for no reason. I can't stand it. Since you are sitting on the throne, and the Virgin insists that you are not a god, what are you doing behind the scenes? The bunch of good reviews is pretty funny too. It's both Moji and Holy Mother, but there's no main plot yet. Say goodbye

The throne of the protagonist smells like Ziyuan Castle, the industrial iron series, especially the development in the beginning, smells like Sword of the Dawn, and the setting of the banshee is even a low-end version of the Sword of Dawn Siren. The more I read this novel, the more difficult it becomes. I will read a few dozen more chapters to see what happens next.