
by Rowan Drake
Just after transmigrating, I was exiled to the frozen North… branded as the useless disgrace of my noble family. Well, since things have already come to this, I might as well grab a drink at the tavern first… Wait—why are there black-armored lunatics chopping down anyone they see?And what the hell is this… a Talent Tree? [New Talent Activated: Magic Immunity!] [Kill enemies to gain combat experience. Unlock Arc Blade Stance and clash with dragons using nothing but your flesh!] [Craft blueprints to gain technology experience. Build a Mana Converter by hand and deliver a dimensionality strike to these medieval primitives!] A white-haired elf cursed so that no one can approach her?Sorry—I'm the only one allowed to hug and kiss her. They all say silver hair is the incarnation of calamity…But that's exactly my type. The Pope calls me a heretic and dares to chant forbidden spells in front of me?Sorry. Magic Immunity means I can do whatever I want. Ghouls? Black Knights? Ancient Dragons?Under overwhelming firepower, everyone is equal. [New Body Talent Unlocked: Harlan Fist King! Who doesn't know the name—Kael Kran!] [New Mental Talent Unlocked: Eye of God! Full-map vision!] From that day on, a steel city rose upon the frozen plains of the North.And Kran became the one and only god of this Magitek Industrial Empire.
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