Iron Hymn of Wesenland

In the year 2483 of the Imperial Calendar, the spring cold in Nunn had not yet dissipated, and Gustav von Lebwitz woke up from a coma. He is the son of the Elector of Wesenland and a mechanical engineer from another world. To make matters worse, there is a mysterious crystal sleeping in his body. This is the old world of Medieval Warhammer. Greenskins burn down villages, beastmen howl in the woods, Chaos sects hide in noble banquets and poor alleys, ratmen grind their teeth underground, and vampires peer into the world in the dark. The empire still stands, but it has been torn apart by corruption, famine, war, and fear. Gustav started from a furnace of gray steel, from a rune hammer, from the orphans shivering under the bridge, the craftsmen who could not get their weekly wages, the veterans who could not defend the villages, and the farmers who did not have enough to eat. He forged weapons, built workshops, trained armies, opened colleges, and founded evangelical congregations. He said he hoped that one day, children would not have to be afraid of the green horn at night, farmers would not have to hide their last sacks of wheat in the cellar, and soldiers would not be left with just a scrawled name when they died. There was no perfect victory in the old world. But someone has to light the fire first in the darkness.