by Apellian
Millions of people from Earth woke up in theAetherworld—a vast fantasy dimension where everyone received a new race and a unique ability. Some became elves wielding elemental magic. Others turned into orc berserkers with the strength of ten warriors. Some received the gift of necromancy or blessings from ancient gods. Others transformed into dragons capable of incinerating armies with a single breath. And he received something that didn't exist in this world at all. Not magic. Not divine power. Not mythical blood. Technology. Blueprints. Automation. A system that didn't need mana—only ore, coal, and time. While others search for legendary artifacts, he develops mineral deposits. While mages perfect their spells, he establishes production chains. While dragons burn cities, his assembly lines manufacture weapons that reduce dragons to nothing more than big lizards with wings. While the world argues over prophecies and seeks chosen heroes, Prometheus does what he does best: he builds. More furnaces. More machines. More factories. Because from now on, the Aetherworld operates under a new law that no god can overturn: The Factory Must Grow.
