A world that takes place in a advanced version of the victorian age  this is a steam punk story. focusing on Agents  Spades Valentine and Allison Valentine, to stop possible assasination of multiple targets. though as the story goes they`ll see that the mission is bigger than it seems.

A boy is reborn into the world of my hero academia with the powers of iron man

Reika has shut herself away studying all kinds of survival tactics due to an accident in her past. One morning while playing with her animals she is overcome with pain and collapses. When she comes to she finds she has the ability to manipulate metal. Even worse everyone seems to be able to control something. This starts her on a path to healing by bringing her family together for protection while also trying to figure out just what is going on.

follow a boy named Hibiki who dreams to become the strongest man by becoming a champion

Once in a  lifetime, there is some very rambunctious cutlery as well as mischievous cooking wear.

America has lived a long hard life, when she was twelve her mother was killed in a bank robbery, leaving her father a drunken shell of a man. The only parental figure in her life is her sister, Brazil. All her life America has used fantasy and fiction as a crutch, a getaway car from life. But when her dreams to be an actress lead her down a life of torture, suffering, and horror, how can she go on?


(updates 3 chapters every week on Sunday, except for on breaks, I am a student so there will be some variations with updates.)

In Neverwinter, Graycastle.
Since the Longsong Cannons were not portable, the Artillery Battalion had become exceptionally unoccupied these days compared to the Gun Battalion that had set out for the Kingdom of Wolfheart and the Kingdom of Everwinter to execute Roland's immigration plan. Apart from the daily training and the harvest, off-duty soldiers all went back home to spend time with their families.
Van'er also chose to go home. As the battalion commander, he rarely had free time these days, so Van'er treasured this rare opportunity to unite with his family. He also took advantage of this break calling on neighbors and old friends. Since alcohol was expressively forbidden in the army, the only time Van'er could indulge in relvery was when he was off duty.
After years of development, businesses in Neverwinter were currently far more dynamic and diverse than those in the old king's city. Under the influence of Roland's commercial district plan, the premises on either side of the street had now been in extremely high demand. Two-story premises were soon let out to shop owners and foreign merchants and were subsequently transformed into hotels, restaurants and taverns. Commodies from various parts of world were being constantly shipped to Neverwinter for sale. These shops supplemented the Convenience Market that mainly provided citizens with life necessities and staples.
Van'er was impressed with the king's foresight as he wandered about on the street while surveying peddling vendors. The city was busy but not congested. Everything was in a strict order: peddlers set up their booths in a designated area; pedestrians walked on the walkway paved with slabs; carriages ran in the middle of the road.
Van'er remembered that someone had raised questions as to why they needed to broaden up the road in the beginning the construction work. Many people questioned about the necessity to create two respective lanes for pedestrians and wagons. Now, it appeared that it was quite a wise decision. Van'er suspected that Roland might have foreseen the future beforehand.
After passing two main driveways, Van'er reached his destination, the tavern "Lucky Shell".
As soon as he entered the store, a person limped up to him from behind the bar and greeted him. "Sir, there you are!"
"Just Van'er. This isn't the army," Van'er said smilingly while pulling the bartender into a crushing hug. "How's your business going? It looks good, eh?"
This person was known as "Iron Crutch". Half a year ago during that fierce night battle against the demons at Tower Station No. 1, a spear had penetrated Iron Crutch's abdomen and leg when he had been charging at the demons to retrieve the artillery field. He lost his consciousness on the spot. Although Nana later saved him, he still lost his right leg and had to replace it with an iron stick. That was how he got his nickname.
Iron Crutch thus retired from the military service. He opened this "Lucky Shell" in the eastern city with the benefits received from the government and his salaries, and this tavern became where the First Army often met each other during their break.
"Since I'm a retired veteran, the rent is relatively low for me. I can manage," Iron Crutch said while massaging his hands in excitement. "If only you could come here a little more often."
Van'er replied, "Then you'll have to wait for my retirement or when I'm like you. By the way, Are Rhone brothers here?"
"They're both upstairs. Let me take you up there."
"No, that's fine. Don't worry about me. Come drink with us when you aren't so busy."
"Sounds good," Iron Crutch agreed pleasantly.
Van'er went up stairs and immediately saw his old friends sitting at a round table. Jop. Cat's Claw, Rodney and Nelson were all there. These people used to shudder at charging knights when the Artillery Battalion had first been founded. Now, they had all elevated themselves to military officers that the whole Artillery Battalion relied on. Because each of them had their own duties, they had not drunk together in the tavern for a while.
Van'er joined them. They exchanged opinions on various matters ardently. The most frequent topic of discussion was naturally the army and the upcoming Battle of Divine Will.
According to the king, this would be an unprecedentedly massive war that would involve the entire continent. They were not certain whether they could see each other again after the war ended.
"We're actually quite lucky. At least, we don't need to fight those monsters directly," Rodney drained his glass and sighed. "If the artillery is defeated, then we pretty much lose the battle."
"The problem is that we don't know what new tricks demons will play... Remember that unexpected night attack at Tower Station No.1?" Cat's Claw commented while shrugging. "I hope our soldiers could learn to cope with the demons themselves. They shouldn't wait for the Gun Battalion or the Special Unit of Strategies and Tactics to rescue them."
Everyone assented in earnest. "Exactly. If only we have powerful weapons as well. Revolving rifles could kill knights but not the demons."
"Drop it. I've heard that the army is going to use bolt rifles in the future. There'll be no revolvers anymore soon."
"Really? Commander, are you positive?"
Van'er confirmed with a nod in response to the others' inquiring look, "The First Unit and the Sixth Unit have already switched to the new weapons. It may take a while for all of us to have one due to limited production."
Jop said, frowning, "I tried the new gun once. It's powerful and accurate, but it's too slow for a close-range attack. Can't the Artillery Battalion keep using the old weapons?"
"I'm afraid not. The management team has made the decision," Van'er replied while pointing at the ceiling. "We use traditional black powder to operate revolvers. The bullet will be pretty much the same, so those who used to produce black powder could now help with the bullet production."
"Then... maybe we should ask Sir Iron Axe to persuade His Majesty to design a new weapon for us?"
"Forget it," Nelson snorted. "Brian will definitely butt in!"
"Yes, the Artillery Battalion only needs cannons," Cat's Claw said with a perfect imitation of Brian's tone. "Don't you often say that the barrels should be as large as possible? Leave those tiny ones to us Gun Battalion. Lads, drink on!"
The group of officers roared with laughter. Only Van'er remained silent. He gazed at his glass, apparently lost in thought.
"Commander?"
Van'er stroked his chin and said slowly, "What if we create a weapon on our own?"
"What weapon? A new flintlock?" Cat's Claw asked, his brows raised. "Commander, you're drunk, aren't you?"
"Shut up! I'm not sure if you have noticed it. Both the grapeshot guns used by the Special Unit of Strategies and Tactics and the Mark I type HMGs operated by the Gun Battalion are equipped with an air duct for steady firing," Van'er said meditatively. "I've seen many disposed weapons. Although their structures are not always the same, they have pretty much the same mechanism."
"Er... Really? How come I don't know?"
"That's why you aren't the commander," Rodney said sagely while twitching his lips. "Having said that, we would need manpower and supplies to create weapons. Sir Iron Axe doesn't charge the plant that manufactures weapons."
"No, we aren't making weapons from scratch but are simply upgrading the ones we currently have," Van'er said, feeling more confident about what he was saying. "It won't involve the plant or the Administrative Office. We just need a skillful worker."
Cat's Claw, Rodney and Nelson all rested their eyes on Jop.
Jop sighed deeply and raised his hands. "Fine. My brother is working in the industrial zone. His job is to process and assemble steam engines. I'll take you there tomorrow."


Naglakbay si Cheng Yan pabalik ng panahon, at naging isang marangal na prinsipe sa panahon ng Middle Ages ng Europe. Ngunit ang mundong ito ay hindi kasing simple tulad ng inaakala niya. Mga witch na may mahiwagang kapangyarihan, mga katakot-takot na digmaan sa pagitan ng Simbahan at mga kaharian ang bumabalot sa buong lupain.
Si Roland, isang prinsipe na itinuturing na walang pag-asa ng mismong kanyang ama at itinalaga sa pinakapangit at malalang fief o lupain, ay ginugol ang kanyang oras para paunlarin ang isang napakahirap at isang backward na bayan at gawin itong isang malakas at modernong lungsod, habang nakikipaglaban sa kanang mga kapatid para makamit ang trono at makuha ang kontrol sa buong kaharian.
Samahan si Roland sa pagtulak niya sa mga kampon ng kasamaan sa pamamagitan ng pakikipaglaban o pagsasaka, habang kinakaibigan niya ang mga witch.


 This was only the beginning of the battle. In the next moment, more Weapon Monsters charged out of the wooden doors.
 There were iron rods, nine-section whips, axes, iron forks, wolf-teeth clubs, and many others.
 There were more than 10 types of Weapon Monsters, all of different lengths and thicknesses. Each and every one of them had hands or legs, and they attacked the transformed humans.
 Wei Xiao Bei used [Response Pulse] to look at the situation. These Weapon Monsters were not weak. He judged, the weakest was a normal 3-Star while the strongest was a long lance which was the same as the previous Flying Divine Monster Spear that was a 3-Star Terror.
 This long lance was one of China's most ancient weapons. It was considered a heavy weapon and was known as a higher quality pike. The point of the lance was around 60 centimeters long. Compared to a normal pike, it had a stronger penetrative effect.
 Normal armor would be instantly destroyed from just one attack.
 Long lances were usually made with Chinese Mulberry trees. They would first be shaped into a thin splint and then soaked in tung oil. It took one year to achieve the desired hardness. Afterward, it would be fished out and dried in the wind for a few months. High-quality glue would then be applied as it was wrapped with hemp rope on the outer layer. After being thoroughly dried, lacquer would be applied, then bound by a hemp cloth, and another layer of lacquer. This would be repeated until it made a metallic sound when chopped by a blade. Only when it did not break from being chopped would it meet the standard.
 Finally, it would be cut to eight feet, with a lance head attached to the front and a red silk ribbon at the end.
 In simpler terms, the entire process would take three years to make, but the success rate was 40%. The worst long lance would be sold for hundreds of gold, but higher quality ones could be sold for thousands of gold.
 Thus, normal generals would not be able to use such precious weapons.
 The killing power of the monster long lance was probably 30% greater than the Flying Divine Monster Spear. Its tip was incredibly sharp and it attacked the transformed humans. Every time it attacked, it would gouge open a hole in the transformed human's neck, causing its head to fall down to the ground.
 Wei Xiao Bei did not use [Enlightenment] to check these Weapon Monsters' statuses.
 It was not easy for him to get the Weapon Monsters to fight with the transformed humans. If he used [Enlightenment], they might pursue him instead.
 At that time, the only thing he could do was escape.
 In any case, Wei Xiao Bei was sitting on a mountain while watching the tigers fight.
 Even if those transformed humans were being controlled, it was impossible for them to ignore the Weapon Monsters and kill Wei Xiao Bei.
 In less than two minutes, those transformed humans were being killed by the Weapon Monsters. 
 Although those transformed humans had not died, they had sustained heavy injuries. If they wanted to recover, it would take them more than half an hour to do so.
 There was no doubt that these Weapons Monsters' massacre had immediately made the transformed humans angry.
 This was especially so for the 4-Star transformed humans. They turned around and made their move.
 The tentacles below their bodies were not decorations but attacking weapons.
 The majority of the tentacles advanced forward. In an instant, it had bound a nine-section whip. Its tentacles let out a sudden burst of power. The metallic nine-section whip was not even able to struggle as the tentacle broke it into pieces, separating it into nine short rods.
 On the other hand, the other 4-Star transformed human caught an iron crutch.
 The iron crutch consisted of a pair of foot-long iron rods with a short horizontal rod on top. It was considered a close-range weapon and appeared in many martial arts flicks.
 Once the iron crutch had been caught, the other iron crutch immediately struck the tentacles, attempting to save its other half.
 However, this attack was of no use. More tentacles moved and immediately caught the other iron crutch.
 The tentacles tightened up and actually bent the two incredibly hard iron crutches. As the iron crutches let out tragic cries, the tentacles turned them into pretzels.
 It could be said that these two 4-Star transformed humans were the nemesis of these monster weapons.
 Naturally, the 4-Star transformed humans' continued killings of the Weapon Monsters attracted the Flying Divine Monster Spear's and the long lance's attention.
 Soon, the two sides began to kill each other and the other transformed humans had also risen up again and began their counter-attack on the Weapon Monsters. 
 In terms of killing power, the Weapon Monsters were a lot stronger than transformed humans.
 However, the number of transformed humans far outnumbered the Weapon Monsters.
 There were tens of Weapon Monsters that came out of the wooden door. After being killed by the 4-Star transformed humans, they had continued to decrease.
 The two 4-Star transformed humans facing the Flying Divine Monster Spear and the long lance had the Weapon Monsters surrounded. 
 At this time, Wei Xiao Bei also began to strike treacherously. Not every transformed human that had been heavily injured by the Weapon Monsters was able to escape from the fast attack of his Hard Metal Jian.
 In less than 10 minutes, more than 20 transformed humans had been killed by Wei Xiao Bei amid the chaos.
 At this time, he was beaming with joy.
 Every single transformed human gave him 800 evolution points. More than 20 of them added together gave him more than 16,000 evolution points!
 This caused his evolution points to reach more than 23720 points!
 Naturally, there were also a few transformed humans that had been killed by the Weapon Monsters, which Wei Xiao Bei regretted a little. 
 When the Weapon Monsters were completely annihilated, there were less than 60 transformed humans remaining.
 However, more Weapon Monsters came out of the inner practice grounds.
 Wei Xiao Bei was not amazed by this. After all, there were hundreds of Weapon Monsters inside the inner practice grounds.
 If every one of them came out, it would not be hard for them to eliminate the transformed humans.
 However, perhaps due to the limitations set by the dojo, not all of them could come out.
 It was also because of this that Wei Xiao Bei did not encounter any danger whenever he came to the dojo.
 However, Wei Xiao Bei believed that not having all the monster weapons come out was a good thing.
 Otherwise, after all the transformed humans were killed, he would become their target.
 At this time, the last Wooden Training Dummy had been killed by a transformed human.
 A stone door slowly appeared at the center of the inner practice ground.
 Wei Xiao Bei knew that this was the exit.
 However, he was not in a rush to go in. He only wandered around it and took the opportunity to kill more transformed humans. 
 When Wei Xiao Bei sensed the impending danger, he finally approached the stone door.
 On the other hand, the Flying Divine Monster Spear and long lance were riddled with scars. They were completely suppressed by the 4-Star transformed humans. The Flying Divine Monster Spear was even caught by a tentacle and was struggling to break free.
 If it was a one-on-one fight, then the Flying Divine Monster Spear and long lance might have been able to persevere for a long time.
 However, there were two 4-Star transformed humans and the surrounding transformed humans would also take the opportunity to attack them. Even if they were powerful, they were only 3-Star Terror Creatures. Once they were trapped by tentacles, it would be hard for them to use their power.
 Seeing that the Flying Divine Monster Spear was about to be split into pieces, an extremely bright white light shot out from the wooden doors. In the next instant, the head of the 4-Star transformed human was sent flying.
 Seeing this, Wei Xiao Bei could not help but open his eyes wide. His gaze landed on the white light. He opened his eyes to activate [Enlightenment], but his feet were unhesitantly running towards the stone door.
 In the next moment, Wei Xiao Bei appeared outside the Cheng Clan Dojo. He could still see the status panel that appeared.
Name: Winged Double-edged Sword
Race: Weapon Monster
Gender: None
Age: 300
Creature Rank: 4 Star Elite
Description: This monster is a flying double-edged sword that had eaten a fragment of the Dust World Stone, allowing it to gain intelligence. It is the leader of the monsters in the Cheng Clan Dojo. It has the power to behead evil creatures as its body carries immortal qi. After dying, immortal quality materials may be dropped... Because of some powerful limitations, it cannot leave the Cheng Clan Dojo.
Status: (Blocked)
Skills: Flight
Special Skills: Immortal Qi, Instant Kill, Lord of Hundreds
Evolution Points: X (Unable to accumulate evolution points)
Items on Hand: (Blocked)
 …...
 After seeing its status, Wei Xiao Bei could not help but give a thumbs up at his luck. 
 In simpler terms, the special skill of the Flying Double-edged Sword [Instant Kill[, was enough to kill him instantly.
Instant Kill: Automatically find the enemy's weakness. Once the attack succeeds, damage dealt increases by 300%
Immortal Qi: An Immortal's Qi. Possesses outstanding magical power.
Lord of Hundreds: Can awe any weapon and turn them into monsters.
 In truth, the sound of battle had already ended within the Cheng Clan Dojo.
 The reason was simple. Once the Flying Double-edged Sword made its move, none of the transformed humans could still live, not even the 4-Star transformed humans.
 There was even a murderous intent leaking from the courtyard, rushing toward Wei Xiao Bei.
 Wei Xiao Bei unconsciously dodged, but he was not able to completely dodge it. A 5-centimeter deep wound appeared on his waist.
 This startled Wei Xiao Bei, forcing him to retreat more than 10 steps back.
 There was no doubt that the Flying Divine Monster Sword was completely angered by him after his [Enlightenment] landed.
 Moreover, its attack could penetrate the wall and hit him!
 In truth, the wall had decreased the killing power of the Flying Double-Edged Sword. Otherwise, Wei Xiao Bei's waist would have been cut in half.
 Now, the wound was only 5 centimeters. For a normal person, this was fatal, but for Wei Xiao Bei it was…
 What's going on?
 Wei Xiao Bei originally thought that his wound would quickly heal, but he never imagined that something would appear to have attacked his wound, causing his wound to be unable to heal to the point that blood did not stop flowing.
 Wei Xiao Bei originally thought that the wound would soon be healed, but what he didn't expect was that his wound seemed to be attached to something, preventing the wound from healing as it continued bleeding. 
 Luckily, he had noticed it early. 
 Wei Xiao Bei guessed that it was the [Immortal Qi] of the Flying Double-Edged Sword.
 He took out a dagger and gritted his teeth as he cut off the wounded part of his waist.
 Swish, swish. In just a few cuts, he removed a layer of wounded flesh, causing him to bleed even more profusely. 


One day, Wei Xiao Bei gets dragged into The Dust World, a post-apocalyptic world ruled by monsters from myths, legends, games, etc. He also gains the power to travel between it and the real world, as well as the power called the 'Status Panel'. With this power, he chooses to strengthen himself to explore the vast mysteries and terror of the other world. What mysteries await him? What is The Dust World?
Author's Synopsis:
What the hell is this? What the hell happened here?
How did my room become so ruined after a single night?
The floor and table were covered in dust, his new poster of Zhang Liang Ying that had just been posted on the wall a few days ago had already become yellow and tattered all over. Even Zhang Liang Ying’s beautiful face became monstrous as if an old devil was looking at him with a terrifying smile.
The walls were covered by a mist of cobwebs and the fruits placed on top of the coffee table were withered and rotted to the point that the mold on them had turned black. The fruits below even seemed to have turned into mush. The aluminium framed window that the landlord had just installed not that long ago was now covered in a layer of white ash and the glass was filled with cracks and covered in dust.
The computer beside his bed was also covered by cobwebs and was accompanied by an empty water glass with a withered worm inside of it.
Dust filled the air making Wei Xiao Bei choke as he tried to breathe.
Everything seemed to be ash gray without any light as if looking at television static.
After just one night, it seemed like everything in the room had aged for centuries or even millennia.
Mother… is this a dream?
This must be a dream!

After dealing with the corpses of the three wolves, while Zhang Tie recuperated in the ward, the Hit-Plane Brotherhood got to experience the pleasures of being rich.  Barley exchanged the 100-odd kg of wolf meat for 40 kg of dried rations and 20 kg of dried meat.

Wolf meat, fresh wolf meat especially, was very popular among male students. According to the “market price” in the square of Wild Wolf Castle, 1 kg of fresh wolf meat could be exchanged for 1 kg of dried rations or 3 kg of dried meat from other people. For those who were able to acquire dried rations and other types of food that were not meat, they were very much willing to do business, as such business could benefit both sides. One side could acquire some fresh meat, while the other side could get dried rations, which could be easily preserved.

In addition to food, the three wolf hides could, under the evaluation of Barley, be sold. Although one of the wolf hides was in poor condition, the other two could sell for at least 20 silver coins. With this amount of money, they had half of the total amount needed for Zhang Tie’s circumcision.

60 kg of food and 20 silver coins was the “wealth” that Zhang Tie had accidentally acquired almost at the expense of his life. The other members of the Hit-Plane Brotherhood insisted for Zhang Tie to take it; however, Zhang Tie decided to leave half of the food to be shared among the Hit-Plane Brotherhood. Hearing Zhang Tie’s intention, the guys all shook their heads as fast as possible.

“Bighead, you risked your life to get this food. How could we even be in the mood to eat it...” Barley said.

“Right, if we ate it, it won’t bode well for our conscience!” Leit added.

“Yea, eating it would be like eating your flesh. It would be too miserable!” Doug also replied.

Seeing everybody nod, Zhang Tie decided to not talk about food anymore. Additionally, as he had expected, the fact regarding him already having ignited his Shrine burning point didn’t have too much of an effect.

After learning that Zhang Tie had ignited his Shrine burning point when he visited Zhang Tie at the hospital, Bagdad ferociously patted Zhang Tie’s shoulder before grabbing onto his shoulders and heavily shook him. “This rascal! I never thought that the first person to ignite their Shrine burning point in the Hit-Plane Brotherhood would be you! It should’ve been me who broke that record. You are truly too excessive. Not only did you ignite your Shrine burning point, but you even hid that fact afterwards!”

“I’m afraid the shock would hurt your innocent and fragile souls, making you lose hope to continue living. Look, I did this all for you...” Zhang Tie said in an arrogant and comedic way.

“Qie!” A row of middle fingers was raised in front of Zhang Tie.

“Oh right, how did you ignite your Shrine burning point so fast?” Leit asked.

“Don’t you know that we Chinese can always ignite the Shrine burning point faster than you?” Many Chinese people could truly ignite their Shrine burning point faster than the other human races. Take Zhang Tie’s dead eldest brother, Zhang Yong, and Zhang Tie’s second brother, Zhang Yang, as an example. They had both ignited their Shrine burning point faster than the people from the other human race. Zhang Tie was born a Chinese, which meant that he could ignite his Shrine burning point faster than the other human races; however, nobody knew that Zhang Tie had ignited his Shrine burning point by depending on Karma Fruit Tree, instead of his talent as a Chinese.

Hearing what Zhang Tie said, everyone understood, as they had heard of a saying which said that the Chinese clan was born with innately higher spiritual energy than the other clans in this age.  

During the time he recuperated in the ward, Zhang Tie was able to enjoy his free time. As he lived in the same ward as two other patients, he felt that there was nothing else to do but to chat with them and walk around Wild Wolf Castle by using a crutch made of a tree branch. 

At almost the same time as the wolf bit onto Zhang Tie’s shin, Zhang Tie had already stabbed the dagger into the wolf, thus the wolf had only left two medium-sized bite marks which were neither deep nor shallow. Although the wound wasn’t fatal and medicinal ointment had been applied, it would still take him at least a week to recover to his previous state.

During this period, Zhang Tie could only act like a cripple. Thankfully, he didn’t need to worry about eating and clothing, as the other members of the Hit-Plane Brotherhood would send him a container full of fish soup every evening, saying it was good for his recovery. Seeing their actions, the two other guys in the ward began to admire him. They especially admired him because of the trap in the stream used to catch fish, which could catch several fish every day regardless of the weather.

In that case, Zhang Tie felt very relaxed and felt at ease to recuperate in the castle. Zhang Tie pulled over Barley and the other members of the Hit-Plane Brotherhood and inquired about Glaze’s group, yet he didn’t find any special information. With the exception of Glaze still being forbidden to enter Wild Wolf Castle, Zuhair and the other members would occasionally go to Wild Wolf Castle to show off or exchange their prey for other things.

The attack of the wild wolves was like Zhang Tie’s bruises and wounds. Aside from leaving a mark on his heart, this incident was soon forgotten by the public.

During the survival training, there was a lot of news circulating, as there were many events happening in Wild Wolf Valley every day… 

After going through this life and death situation, Zhang Tie had become more mature. Although the second Leakless Fruit had already ripened three days ago, Zhang Tie remained calm and didn’t eat it. In fact, he didn’t even spare a glance at the Castle of Black Iron, as he was currently in Wild Wolf Castle, making it inconvenient for him to move. Before the survival training had even started, he had considered the Castle of Black Iron to be something extremely important to him; however, after experiencing that life and death situation, the importance he attached to the Castle of Black Iron was not as much as he previously attached. He began to realize that there were many other things that were more important than the Castle of Black Iron. Sunshine, for example, was something that he learned the value of after having entered that pitch black hole. Without sunshine, plants would not be able to grow; without plants, animals would not be able to survive; and without animals and plants, human beings would not be able to survive either.
Although sunshine was precious and represented hope and life, it was still free.

Air was very precious, without which people would soon die within a couple minutes, yet air was free.

Water was very precious, without which most living beings would not be able to live on, yet water was also free in the wild. 

Family bonds were precious; in fact, it was the most precious thing in the world, yet that was also free, as many people had been born with it. 

Friendship was very precious and could spice up your life, making life more substantial, yet friendship was also free. 

Love was very precious. As Hista had told him, love was the most beautiful thing in the world. The moment of ecstasy as a man and a woman seduced each other in order to make love was truly beautiful. As Zhang Tie had never done such a thing, he could only temporarily trust Hista.

Life was also the most precious thing in the world, and yet it was something given to him by his parents for free.

Zhang Tie realized that many things that could be bought were not too precious, while things that were truly precious could never be bought with money. Many people had ignored the precious things in their lives and were instead pursuing the things that could be bought with money. Once they found what was truly precious in their daily lives, they could truly be considered “rich”. Understanding this, Zhang Tie’s view of the world instantly expanded. 

Every morning, after waking up, he would wash his face and brush his teeth. Afterwards, he could climb atop a small hill with the help of his crutch. Standing atop that small hill, he would inhale the fresh air as he did some simple exercises, pleasantly waiting for the first rays of sunshine to shine upon him. The feeling of being bathed in the first rays of sunshine brought people an euphoric sensation. 

After welcoming the arrival of the first rays of sunshine, Zhang Tie returned using the crutch. He would casually bring some food and pick up some common rocks on the road before using them to occupy a small booth outside the gate of Wild Wolf Castle. Sitting in front of the booth, he would watch the beauties enter and leave the castle. Zhang Tie had discovered that there was a benefit of watching the beauties; it would speed up the circulation of his blood, which was beneficial to his recovery.

This was good for my recovery—Zhang Tie found himself a shameless excuse. Using this shameless excuse, every time he watched the beauties, he would end up using his “Right Hand Shame Covering Technique” as he put his right hand into his trouser pocket and pushed down on his restless p*nis while awkwardly escaping. 

After watching the beauties, Zhang Tie would casually eat some lunch before having a luxurious nap. Upon waking up through the help of his biological clock, he would wander about the square filled with vitality and would look for Pandora in order to exchange for some wild fruits, which would be his snacks. With wild fruits in his mouth, he would visit the iron smelting workshop in Wild Wolf Castle to learn about craftsmanship and smelting iron and would watch the fellows there complete assembling a set of steam engines in the simple workshop.

For using charcoals to melt iron, the biggest problem was that the temperature of the burning charcoal was not high enough to melt iron ores in the crucible, and without sufficient heat, it would not be possible to obtain steel. Block iron smelting was commonly used. After mixing the iron ores and the charcoal together in the iron melting kiln, they would repetitively temper the iron blocks and push out the impurities from within. Due to the low amount of carbon content, wrought iron was soft and could not be directly used to be processed into tools without being carburized[1], which would allow them to obtain low-carbon steel. Although Zhang Tie had learned this knowledge at school, he still needed some time to proficiently put them into practice. These days, he had already been familiar with the group of craftsmen in the iron melting workshop. Sometimes, he even went there to help them wave the bar, which would blow air and thus making the fire more ferocious, or brought them some fruits in exchange for learning something. After a few days of learning, Zhang Tie found that he was now able to proficiently smelt iron and knew how to completely carburize wrought iron. This could be considered an accidental achievement!

For the past few days, as he was recuperating, Zhang Tie didn’t know that his survival from the attack of the wolves had left a good impression on Captain Kerlin, who was planning to give a truly good reward!

[1] Adding carbon to iron or steel to toughen the material


After the Catastrophe, every rule in the world was rewritten.
In the Age of Black Iron, steel, iron, steam engines and fighting force became the crux in which human beings depended on to survive.
A commoner boy by the name Zhang Tie was selected by the gods of fortune and was gifted a small tree which could constantly produce various marvelous fruits. At the same time, Zhang Tie was thrown into the flames of war, a three-hundred-year war between humans and demons on the vacant continent. Using crystals to tap into the potentials of the human body, one must cultivate to become stronger.
The thrilling legends of mysterious clans, secrets of Oriental fantasies, numerous treasures and legacies in the underground world — All in the Castle of Black Iron!
Written by Drunk Tiger, this novel is a prime example of fantasy steampunk. Let us journey through the world of limitless possibilities and inventions together!
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**Warning: This novel contains mature content**


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