Dreamlord of the World of Steam and Arcane Arts

Steam roars and wheezes like a steel behemoth. The gentlemen's walking sticks still bear the mud of distant colonies. Children's frail arms tighten the bolts of the world. Occult sorcerers pursue ancient knowledge through the secrets of history, while monsters stir in the darkness.

Faith and sin dance together; progress and chains sleep side by side.

This was an age in which an utterly out-of-place figure appeared.

Li Wei, a transmigrator who had barely arrived before being killed.

Fortunately, as a cold blade carved into his body, his golden finger, the Dream Manor, finally came through.

Unfortunately, this world had become a cradle for all manner of evil gods, and Li Wei, an ordinary young man who had barely managed to support himself before transmigrating, had become the world's last chance at salvation.

“Would you bastards please stop causing trouble? I'm under so much pressure!”

The doll who served as caretaker of the Dream Manor tilted her head. She glanced at the evil god whose neck Li Wei held at swordpoint with his cane sword, then at Li Wei's savage expression. He looked even more “evil” than the evil god. Unable to hold back, she asked a question.

“Sir, why... do I get the feeling you're enjoying this?”