Xihuan: I Have a Workbench

As long as he has enough materials, he can create anything out of thin air: From a brass ingot to a life-saving bottle of painkiller, From chemicals that didn't exist in the Victorian era, to flamethrowers that fight against strange flesh-and-blood creations. But every time you synthesize, you must pay the "distortion price": You make a [Steel Dagger], and the iron fence of the nearby church will rust and collapse; You synthesize a bottle of [healing potion], and your beloved potted plant will wither in an instant; The gentlemen of the Glow Council use steam and ritual to bind the power of flesh and blood, and regard you as a tool that must be controlled; The fanatical believers of the blasphemous cult pursue the ultimate ascension of life and want to dismantle you into a ladder leading to the gods; The scholars of the Arcane Society calmly record everything, waiting only for the moment you collapse to dissect your brain. And Raymond only wants to do one thing, and that is to accurately calculate which part of the world should pay the price for him every time he uses his ability! "I am not a creator, I am just... A calculating thief." "It begins with brass and ends with the bones of gods."