In a world near the end of the Industrial era, where people have unique powers, 15-year-old freshman Dex wants to be an Officer(global heroes). There were three problems with his dream, though. First, he was born in a crime-riddled and poverty-filled country named Inopia. Second, his power of generating steam from his skin wasn't considered to be super powerful. Third, his old childhood friend, Atmos, who is now his bully, seems intent on crushing his dreams.

Be careful, who the main character is might fool you, for this is only how it starts. This is not a story of a boy's rise to the top, but one of regret, redemption, and the understanding that sometimes, there aren't any right choices to make.

Druthers is a gremlin on an airship in the service of the Empress.  When the dirigible captain dies in a magical storm, she vows to take revenge.  

Steampunk fantasy adventure with a female main character.

No regular update schedule

August 24, 2034

August woke up without a headache this time. Kyle was still fast asleep. 

What should I do know? Should I wake him up? But he looks so peaceful. No, I won't wake him up.

August got up and went downstairs. He looked in the bag from yesterday and found some tea packets. 
" It says to get hot water, place the tea bag in a cup, pour it in the cup, add sugar if needed, and its done. Doesn't seem too hard." August took a pot and putted it over the oven. Then he added some water. " How do you turn it on?"  August turned a handle and a large flame appeared when he did that. He jumped back. " That was scary." This time, he turn it to MED. While it was boiling, he looked for a cup. He found it in a high cabinet, and he could reach it since he was tall. He took two cups and noticed it looked like the right temperature. August poured the water into the cups. Then he added tea bags to both of them. He waited and then added sugar to it. It was perfect! 

He carried it upstairs, making sure he didn't spill it. He placed it on the small table next to the bed. 

"Kyle, wake up, it's already morning."  August shook Kyle until he woke up. 

" Fine, I'm up, I'm up." Kyle sat up on the floor.

" I brought some tea." August handed to tea to Kyle. 

" Thanks August." Kyle took the tea from his hands. " Did you just make this?" Kyle asked.

" Yes, I did. At first it was confusing, but then it was easy." August looked very proud.

Kyle drank some of the tea. It tasted like peppermint, but at a perfect level of sugar. 

" Wow, it tastes really good." Kyle drank the rest of the tea quickly. 

" So.... what do we do now?"

"I guess I can make breakfast. You can just relax downstairs."  

" Ok."

 August went downstairs and sat down on the couch. He could hear sizzling as he waited. The smell of bacon and eggs wafted into the room. Kyle placed the plates on the small table. 

 " Here you go." Kyle said. 

" Wait, is this turkey bacon, or normal bacon?" 

" Turkey, why?" Kyle asked

" Because I'm a Christian. I don't eat unclean things." He said. 

" Oh yeah, I forgot most of our family are Christians." Kyle then started to eat his breakfast.

August ate it quickly, because the ramen from yesterday wasn't much, even thought it was good. 

" I work at a cafe sometimes, but not today. I have to work at home today." Kyle was almost done with his food. " That's good though. You don't have to stay at home alone."  

" What do you do for work?" August asked as he got up. 

" I work as animator. It's when you put many drawings together and it creates a animation." Kyle told him as August washed his plate. August finished washing his dish and sat down. 

" So how do you do it? I mean animate." August sat down and placed his elbows on the table. 

" Let me show you how I do it." 

Kyle went upstairs and brought a drawing tablet. He took a computer from under the table and placed it on the table. Then, he grabbed the cord and plugged in the drawing tablet. Kyle opened his drawing app. It loaded onto the menu screen. Kyle grabbed a small pen on the side of the tablet. He pressed "Old Drawings". 

" Ok, so what I do is I draw something, like this." He showed him a draw of a "Anime" character that was called Wolf. They looked strong, their eyes a brown color and their hair a black-brown. " Then, I draw it but a tiny bit different. I repeat this until I finished , for example, a jumping animation. Then I add then together and it creates that." He showed him the finished animation. It was smooth like it was real.  

" Wow, that's cool!" August was amazed. He's never seen anything like it. And Kyle does it well. 

" I know, right? Well, I need to work. You can watch, or use my tablet. Whatever you want." Kyle started to work, so August took his tablet and played with it. He pressed " Youtube" and saw many videos. He searched " Steampunk" and found lots of videos. Kyle eventually was done, so he went to the living room. 

"What are you doing?" Kyle asked as he entered the room. August was watching a video about how to make a steampunk outfit. 

" Watching steampunk. Why?"

" Hey, you really never answered the question I asked yesterday. What's Steampunk?" 

" Well, it something a person named K.W Jester made. It's anything that's steam-powered and most outfits have gears and other stuff. I am very into what he created and when I was little, I read a lot of steampunk. Hey, I have a question. What was your childhood like?"

" Well, um, a lot happened in my life. I guess I'll tell you then."

August, a swordsmith from 1861, gets transported to 2034 and meets his 5x great-grandson, Kyle. But strange things start to happen around him and to him. Will they ever find out what's happening?

Let's Fucking Go! Time for some standard Isekai bullshit. I've got 3 wishes, as Steampunk suggested I'll go with the formula of mind, body, soul. So let's think, of the many hypothetical combinations of wishes I could choose that match that set up which is the most OP.
Wait, Fuck.
Just the fact, Steampunk limited our growth multiplier to 2X when he made his wish should tell me that he doesn't intend to be OP in our travels, at least, not to begin with. That's right, it isn't just me being reincarnated so how can I balance my wishes to not be OP but have the potential to become OP.
First of all, I need to figure out how the others are going to wish, so I know how to complete the party. Do I even need to? This isn't d&d it is our lives. Still, thinking about how they will be wishing should help me remove some options from my many scenarios.
Let's start with Steampunk, I don't think I've played a D&D campaign with him where he hasn't played a light squishy class with magic. Seriously, the one time he played a barbarian he took a bunch of feats for spellcasting. So It seems fair to say he'll be focusing on magic.
But what about our ever-annoying DM. Well, she loves to play the edgiest characters possible, or the opposite where she plays a character that should seem edgy but gives them the happiest home life imaginable. I will always remember you David the NPC rogue who had a loving wife and kids, both parents still alive, and only joined the party to have stories to tell his kids. Shame we had to use him as dragon bait. Yeah, I don't think I've ever successfully guessed a plot twist she had planned, even though some reached truly horrific levels of bad. I probably won't be able to guess her wishes, but I will assume they are edgy.
So edginess and magic are what I can expect from those two. I should probably focus on my physical abilities then, help keep my friends safe and not have to worry about complicated mana management just hit the enemy till it's dead, plain and simple.
Looking up at the devil who has just been silently observing me this entire time I mutter "Creep" before flexing my now once again non-existent shoulders.
"So devil. For my 3 bloodlines, I would like the bloodline of a Half-orc from D&D, The bloodline of the Tyrant Dragon from Akame ga kill and the bloodline of Arthur the once and future king of Britain with all of the magical and talent-based privileges that would come with that bloodline, in each world."
The devil just shrugs "Sure."
So that is my bloodlines solved, the half-orc makes me more naturally intimidating and should provide a once a day ability to ignore extreme damage and keep fighting, that alongside the Tyrant bloodline should make me very hard to kill. The Arthur Bloodline is because he is often held up as a paragon wielding Excalibur that in each world we travel to I am likely to receive some form of benefit simply due to that bloodline. It should be especially helpful if we ever go to a world where heritage is seen as key.
"So, for my first wish, I would like to possess an indomitable will that is capable of shrugging of anything that would affect it and will allow me to never give up on something as long as I desire it."
"Are we talking Shonen levels of willpower or John Wick levels"
"John Wick levels"
The devil just gives a sage nod.
"For my second wish, I would like my body and soul to be fused into one entity, such that any skill or development that affects one affects the other, while any attack that would target one aspect specifically deals reduced damage."
"That is, more doable than the girls request so that will happen once you actually possess a body."
"For my final grand wish, I would like my body to be capable of absorbing and refining the trait of enemy monsters that I kill in such a manner that I receive only beneficial traits. I would like these traits to be applied before any kind of system or falna takes effect. To provide clarification in the form of an example, if I kill a goblin my body extracts its essence Identifies whatever beneficial traits exist converts the entirety of the essence into that beneficial trait then absorbs it. If the nature of that wish is too unbalanced according to whatever rules govern the void then as a downside there should be an adaptation period for absorbing essences, determined by the strength of the being killed."
"Well, the proposed downside, will be applied however due to the limitation of only affecting monsters it will only apply to the strongest varieties of monsters."
The devil pauses as though considering something. "So, that is why you chose the tyrant dragon bloodline." 
It isn't a question.
"Anyways, decide on your appearance and name then clap 3 times to show you are finished." As the devil speaks a mirror appears in front of me.

To begin Creating my appearance I recreate the appearance of Proto-Arthur from fate to serve as a base. Then I Gradually increase the muscle mass while staying in proportion to create the appearance of perfectly sculpted muscles, the kind that can be clearly seen pressing through any sort of shirt. 
That finishes the Arthurian part of my bloodline being represented and to a certain extent the half-orc aspect, but to further display the latter I cause the lower canines to grow to the point they could be considered fangs, without impacting the faces current royal looking charm. 
Finally, to represent the tyrant dragon I slowly twist and distort the facial features ever so slightly to produce A kind of wild charm, I would represent it more, but if we are going to Danmachi, it seems rather foolish to clearly display draconic traits especially since it will take some time to be strong enough to resist Ais.
I now need to decide on a name. Nothing too long, because I'm certain one of the others will bring up the unofficial rule of our dnd campaign which is any character with 3 or more syllables in the name gets a stupid sounding nickname. I mean might as well do the cliche thing and pick a name in Latin like all the cool Isekai characters. Let's see I am a descendent of the king of knights, technically, so maybe use that. Suddenly it comes to me. Noctis is Latin for night, to change night to Knight all you need is a K. I shall name myself Knoctis, just to eternally wind the others up as they both despise puns.

Once upon a time 3 idiots made a fake news story. 4 months later they died in the 1st nuclear strike that would start the end of the world. What will these 3 idiotic dnd playing nerds do now in their next life.

At the border of the wilderness plain.
Sugar Ruins City.
In a wide and bright dome-shaped classroom.
"Student Gurney, what do you think is the most important thing for a mage?"
On the podium of the large domed classroom currently holding a supernatural lecture, the female lecturer Hillary Potter, a tall and proud figure with pale skin and curly blond hair, called out Gurney and asked.
Sixteen-year-old Gurney Lawrence, who had short black hair, black pupils, and was wearing a black turtleneck shirt, stood up and answered in a calm, composed manner, "I think that a mage needs to learn to be tanky. Only then can he hold his ground and be able to unleash his spells properly."
Once he had said that, the fifty Apprentice Mage students in the classroom went into a daze for a moment before someone erupted with chuckles.
Followed by someone's laughter, and finally, everyone's uncontrollable and hysterical laughter.
The entire classroom was filled with laughter.
Senior Mage Hillary Potter was also unable to hold back as she laughed along.
It was nothing but common sense; as a magic-focused Transcendent, the most important thing was to be proficient in all of the powerful spells that you knew, as well as all sorts of supernatural knowledge.
As for the idea that this student Gurney thought of — for mages to be tanky — it was way too absurd.
"Can you describe your viewpoint concisely?" Hillary Potter did not rebuke Gurney's words.
Because these students of Sugar Ruins City Academy were still young boys and girls who had yet to step into the adult world.
When they truly experienced the "blood" and "terror" of this mysterious supernatural world, they would give up on those "immature" ideas.
They would walk on the path of a mage that countless pioneering elites and genius Transcendents had created before them.
Facing his classmates' mockery, Gurney showed no changes in his expression. He did not feel ashamed because of their response; he was simply calm and composed.
After a short silence, he continued to explain, "As we all know, mages have very powerful long-range offensive methods and the extremely high power output capable of targeting a large area. These are traits that other supernatural classes cannot match."
"But in terms of defense against physical and magic attacks, we are relatively weaker, or rather, our bodies are as thin as paper. We get torn apart instantly with just one hit.
"The result is that many powerful and outstanding supernatural mages die in the hands of skilled assassins. Sneak attackers with peculiar or unique abilities might also get into close range and kill the mage in an extremely unfair manner.
"From what I know, in the history of Oasia North Continent, there had been several incidents where high-ranking Spellcasters were sneak-attacked and had their defenses broken through, causing their bodies to be torn to shreds. This was what resulted in the Black Crane incident, which led several important events to go down an unpredictable path.
"If a mage is willing to spend time and effort to train their body, to allow their body to gain greater endurance against attacks, they would still be able to survive in complex situations even if they lost their shield. They will also then be able to counterattack their enemies."
"A good viewpoint." Hillary Potter nodded slightly. "But the problem is, mages are weak in physical strength and defense, to begin with.
"Don't you think that spending that time and effort on researching spell knowledge would have far greater efficiency than raising your endurance?
"Furthermore, as your supernatural knowledge becomes deeper, you will be able to explore the Ancient Ruins, the Fog Wilderness Plain, as well as board the recently popular Steampunk Steel Ship. You will be able to survive these sea explorations and deserted island excavations, gaining more supernatural resources for yourself.
"With enough resources, you will become an even stronger mage. You will not have to worry about your own defense and vitality, instead of ending up as a weaker mage that has some sort of defensive capability."
Hillary Potter easily rebuked Gurney's words.
Next, she waved her hand to indicate that he should sit down; she did not give him a chance to argue.
As for Gurney, he was not like other teenagers who would be anxious to defend and explain their view to the lecturer either.
He sat down calmly with a tranquil expression.
It was as if the discussion earlier could not raise any emotions in his heart.
I get the logic, but as a fragile mage, survival is still the most important. Wanting to pursue greater firepower but not survivability, this sort of extreme path is not safe! Gurney who had sat down sighed internally.
There was also a reason why Gurney Lawrence pointed out that "mages should be tanky" and "stability is key".
Mainly because he was a transmigrator, one who had a careful nature from birth.
Half a year ago, on a stormy night.
In Summoner's Canyon, Gurney's tanky-mage character, Wanderer, beat the opponent's fragile Mage with a 9 to 0 score.
During his excitement, Gurney knocked over a bottle and caused a short circuit. He was electrocuted. But after that shock, he received another: he had transmigrated to an alternate world.
It was a mysterious steampunk world.
When he first arrived, Gurney felt fear, uneasiness, and a sense of loss. However, after a while, Gurney started to feel excited that he was an orphan[1] here; it was a good sign.
After half a year.
Gurney was finally able to accept and had adapted to his new identity — he was an adopted orphan with a decent talent as a mage.
After learning about this world's terror and danger while knowing that he was a fragile mage, Gurney, who was a careful person, naturally chose to walk on the path of the tanky mage, which suited him best.
Even though his tanky mage theory was rebuked by his lecturer, Gurney did not feel any dejectedness.
The concept of a tanky mage existed in the world of Magecraft; Gurney was not the person who came up with it.
However, in this world, the mainstream path for a mage was to learn spell knowledge to gain control of stronger spells. The idea of a tanky mage was too unorthodox.
It was impossible for him to try and change the ideal of supreme spellcasting that the students in the class held with just some words.
But for Gurney, the tankiness (or rather, the lack of) of other people was their own problem.
Gurney himself was careful to the limit. Naturally.
In this supernatural steampunk world, the reason why Gurney wanted to walk the path of a tanky mage was, first of all, that he had a cautious nature and loved the survivability of a strong body.
The second reason was that the idea of a tanky mage was completely feasible in his situation…
On the podium.
Hillary Potter was teaching the Apprentice Mages about various techniques and rules, among which were stories of explorations in the Steam Ruins.
Many students were listening attentively to her words.
And Gurney, who already had more avenues to this information compared to other people, knew even more supernatural information than that.
The details regarding the various mysterious ruin explorations that Gurney knew were far bloodier and crueler than what Hillary Potter was describing.
Thus, he lacked interest in the lecturer's words.
His gaze went toward the hazy window. The first thing that he focused on was the unique style of Sugar Ruins City, its color and appearance heavily resembling Byzantine architecture.
The style of this city's architecture was only similar to the Byzantine era. For the finer details, the supernatural steampunk style covered the city with beautiful mechanical lines and curves.
Large and small houses, along with high-rises and bungalows, extended to the outskirts like scales on a body.
Next, looking further, large steel-framed steampunk-styled steam factories, with their huge steel chimneys spewing dense black smoke, occupied the periphery of Sugar Ruins City.
Looking even further, one could see the supernatural steam trains on the outskirts of the city.
At this moment, a steam train was emitting a loud noise as it burned the newly excavated black iron ores and gradually traveled far away.
This was the world that Gurney was in — the Supernatural Steampunk World.
It was the steampunk era that had the supernatural steam engine as the heart, the huge steel frames as the skeleton, and the supernatural knowledge of the mystical as the flesh and blood — all progressing towards prosperity and breaking through hurdles to discover the unknown territories of the world.
Thankfully, Gurney who had transmigrated to this mysterious world was not alone: a very powerful "Passive Farming System" had come along with him.
The location of this Sugar Ruins City that Gurney resided in was the intersection point of this world's steampunk civilization and the mysterious supernatural wilderness; it was the "City of Riches" that was filled with both danger and opportunities.
As for the currently weak Gurney, he was still carefully living in this dangerous city by the fringe, quietly farming away passively.
[0] Tank - someone who takes the hits/damage for a team; a meatshield.
[1] Orphan - because MCs often transmigrated to characters with dead or missing parents.


While a certain young man hides in a certain Ruins City, wanting to become a tanky mage through passive farming.
Mages should focus on learning more spells and magic? There is no time to invest in body strengthening? Mages are defenseless when they run out of mana? None of these are a problem for Gurney and his Passive Farming System. Through the system, Gurney trains both his body and mind at the same time, he goes beyond the limits and logic of an ordinary mage. This is a mage who casts spells while tanking hits, his recovery speed surpasses even warriors and knights. This is the journey of a vigilant and careful mage who grows tankier and tankier.
…
With the rising waves of darkness, the steampunk steel ship sets sail on a journey and adventure.
Whales sink to the depths of the sea, sirens sing with beautiful voices, calling out to the Transcendent sailors who hunt for mermaids.
The mysterious Time Hunters who obey the ancient rules search for their prey.
He who bears the title of “Hero” carries the burden of fate as he steps on the road to write a new page of history.
Ancient “Sealed Ones” rush to break out of their imprisonment, wanting to create and release new “Supernatural Memetics”.
The combination of steam technology and supernatural powers bring forth the era of “Transcendent Genetic Warriors”.
Infant dragons who have just hatched watch as the Dragon Slayer digs out their mother’s heart from her body.
Calamity level lifeforms sharpen their blades, stepping into the stage of this extraordinary era.
The tides of the era surge and swirl, bringing along the mysterious fog of darkness…
The indescribable existence nurtures and grows…
Along with the stare of the Abyss…
…
Welcome to the Supernatural Steampunk Era!

When Salem fully stepped through the crack, he found himself in a dark and filthy allyway.

Alina and Ruby let go and examined their surroundings with him.

The brick walls of the alley were covered in soot, the ground beneath their feet was unpaved mud, and the sky above was darkened with smoke.

"What is this place?" Ruby wondered.
"Not a very clean place, is it?" Salem asked rhetorically.

Salem sent out bugs to see what the clothing was like in this world.

After observing sufficiently, he made himself a tailcoat, a white shirt, a black bowtie, Oxford leather shoes, steampunk welding goggles, and black slacks.

"This is a steampunk world, as my world would call it." Salem said, looking at the girls. "I'm going to design suitible clothing for you, if you're okay with that."

The girls agreed.

He thought it'd be cute if they had matching clothing, so he made them the same outfit. Their outfits consisted of a white long-sleeve shirt, a tailcoat, black tights, leather knee-high boots, and welding goggles.

Alina and Ruby were checking themselves out when Salem heard an unfriendly voice at the entrance of the alley.

"It'd be a shame for two beauties like them to go untasted, no?" The man blocked the only way out of the alley. "Why don't you let me have a go at them and then I'll let you go. Deal?"

Ruby drew her sword in response.

"Ooh a feisty one." He chuckled. "That makes this more fun."

Salem chuckled mirthlessly.

"What's so funny, eh boy?" The man questioned Salem rudely.

"You just messed with someone who will kill you in under a second if I allow them to." Salem stared down the shady character. "Fortunately, we don't want to spill any blood right now. Right, girls?"

"Right." They chorused, although Ruby didn't seem happy about it.

"So put your pathetic excuse for a weapon away and leave." Salem demanded.

"Oh, but that's where you're mistaken, kiddo." He said, drawing a gun and pointing it at Salem. "I'm not leaving until I've tasted them."

Salem looked down the gun barrel fearlessly. "You really want to do this?" He asked.

"Oh, yeah I do." The man licked his lips in anticipation.

"Then perish." Salem said derisively as he sent his nanobots into the gun and destroyed the firing pin while simultaneously making his silenced SKS and shooting the pathetic excuse for a man in the forhead.

Salem shook his head as he used his nanobots to devour the corpse. "Not even ten minutes in this world and this man had to mess with us." Salem clicked his tongue. "Inconvenient."

When the corpse was completely devoured, he got the first notification from the system in a while.

---

Passive devoured: Marksman.
Marksman: You are more accurate with firearms and can use a vast number of them.
Effects: +50% accuracy with any firearm.

---

Noting the system notification and how killing a man was now considered merely 'inconvinient', Salem noticed another system notification.

Salem Argenti was an incredibly intelligent boy. Up until he was murdered. After he died, he awoke in a parallel universe of unending opportunity, and unending danger as well...

Note: Chapters are published as often as I can manage, but will always be published at 12:00 P M. PST.

Check out Faultline and Soul Reaper, both of which occur at the same time.

What am I going to continue this path? This is worthless!You will die very soon and nobody gives a fuck about it!If you were on my position right now....uggghhhh it's just like your brain was eating yourself just to get your satisfaction but your heart was cracking into pieces if your brain continue on it's improper operation.That's why many people dying inside before totally they disappear in this cruel world.But sometimes I wish we could live if we're all 'dead' not only inside but in outside too.forever.

"Okay class,the nervous system is the part of an animal that coordinates its actions by transmitting signals to and from different parts of its body.*blah blah blah blah*"

Sighed in boredom,that's all you can do to Ms.Castillo's class.Because you already knew the lesson and it just repeated all over again in your school life.

So you decided to lay down your head on your desk and close your eyes, Ms.Castillo is just an old hag , you didn't care about it.

But you jolted up when a ruler hit your head ,you looked up it was the old hag holding a ruler and on the hand was a book.

"Miss (l/n) you're sleeping again in my class!?I guess I will buy you a notebook for your detention records." 

All of your classmates laugh, taunting you like a child.But Ms.Castillo shush them,you took a breath and sighed in annoyance.

"Yeah it was pleasure if you give me a notebook as present but Ms.Castillo, is your neurons decreases?I noticed that you didn't get retirement because of your slow works." 

You answered with a hint of sarcasm and annoyance,you just taunted a teacher. Really. You are such a little savage. 

The other gasped when they heard it, the other snickered ,and the others just whispered on what the actual fuck did you said to an old hag or asking what neuron is.

While Ms.Castillo just stood in front of you with her angry face glaring at you and you just laugh with your ass off in your mind but in the outside you're just staring at the old woman with a straight face.

"Class dismissed." 

The face of your teacher was like to explode before saying the class was dismissed.But no one moved, this makes the teacher exploded in anger.

"I SAID, CLASS DISMISSED! GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!" 

Your teacher yelled at your face making the whole class to get up and pack their stuff before leaving the room and you did so. Ms.Castillo came back to her table and sat at the chair, glaring at you while you were walking out of the room, putting your hand behind with only your middle finger sticking up.🖕

You walked down the corridor and walking up to your locker to get your important stuff.You walked again and you hear your cheerleader classmates whispering.

"She is such a stupid, you know! All of the teachers were gone mad when they talking to her!"

"No one can handle her, she is such a kid who grow up in the streets so she have that irresponsible attitude." 

"Yeah!I heard that!plus I heard that she stole the cellphone of our principal." 

You heard the three girls whispering some rumours about you and some insults making your hands formed into fists.You walked passed them before looking back.They looked at you with their disgusted faces.

"The true, we are just poor not beggars.I am not a thief,and mostly, I am not stupid not like you sluts, I will not wear some revealing clothes just to get some attention from some fucking perverts.Three of you are fucking stupid, because you're believing on some stories without evidence."

You said bluntly before kicking the locker besides you, it made a loud sound enough to catch the other's attention.

One of the girls was about to slap you but you smacked her face using your palm before slamming her head to the lockers just using your one hand while your other hand was on your hoodie pocket.

The two went surprised at your action, they helped their friend to get up glaring at you.The other students started to watch the scene.

"That's for judging me, I'm done with a Puta like you so get the fuck out of my sight." 

(Puta means bitch)

You leave the school even you have another classes at PE, Math and English.You were done with their bullshit.

So you went to the main gate of the school to grab your bike.You quickly went out of the place without giving a fuck on the security officer chasing you to get back because cutting classes was like a crime.

When you reached you home, you run to your room like a madman and lock the door.You know that your mom was probably drunk so you have to lock yourself in your room for some drunken 'momzilla' protection.

You slide down the door and quickly sat on your chair, turning on your laptop and prepare your drawing materials/devices.

Because you will have a live streaming about your arts.You really loved the steampunk style so it was the most requested from your followers.

For about a year ago, you started making fanarts, manga strips and also light novels about today's issues and some stuff about teenagers and otakus .It became pretty popular within months so you continued your career until your followers called you 'Demanding Millenialist'.

(Yeah like Eromanga sensei)

You started to draw a character, a boy with blonde hair and...

You think for moment and think about the colour of the eyes.

Brown?

Nope. Too normal

Violet?or blue?

It's too dark.

When you finally get the right colour, you mixed the possible light shades of green to make emerald green.Yeah.Pretty cool and eye catching.

When you draw the face, you draw the rest.Body,clothes, details,and for the final touch, the steampunk background.

Your character was wearing white shirt,brown ribbon,vest,top hat and slacks.

When your were done, you finally end the streaming, you sighed happily when you see the comments.Compliments, support and suggestions.It makes you smile even you have a shitty day.

But one comment catched your attention.

'So what would be the name of your new character?'

You gulp on the sudden realization that you forgot to name the character.But you just shrugged it off, you can't think one unique name because the others are common!

"Ugghhhhh."

You groaned in frustration and lay your body on the bed, you're blaming yourself for not naming the new character before showing it to public.

Then your phone rings, you look at your phone to see a notification. It's just news about some experiments from US government that exported to your country this morning.

But your country doesn't have any connection to America, your country and America was almost rivals.

(Just go with it if you live in the states.Just think a country who didn't existed in Hetalia 'kay?)

Ummmm interesting.....

You clicked the notification and read all about it, it was about cure for some blood problems or brain supplements.It was exported because of some scientists in your country wants to test it if it works or effective.

It just like some sort of pharmaceutical organisation who wants to help others to cure their health problems.

You think for a moment and started to browse in the internet for some entertainment, but you didn't know, you fell asleep.

~Meanwhile~ 

"Are you sure we will not get busted?" 

A man stand in front of the office table, shuffling through the papers in the binder he was holding.And there's a blonde man in front of him but he was facing the window.

The man was scared all of the sudden calls of that blonde man to him.It makes him eagerly to go home with his wife and daughter but it will never happen,he was stuck here and there's a possibility that he will get kill by the blonde psychopath. 

"Yeah I'm sure about that,once we get the samples inside that country it will get all over the place right?then they will blame the US government about that!Our experiment will be success,and we will take down the US government after that." 

The blonde laughed in victory making him to shiver,oh god this is would be his end.

"Y-yeah I'm not sure about that." 

He mumbled while stepping back to escape the room but it was a BIG mistake.

"YOU'RE.NOT.SURE.ABOUT.THAT?" 

Finally the blonde whipped around staring at him with that terrifying eyes were like on demons.

He became frightened when a gun pointed at his head.

"ANSWER ME."

He was forced to open his mouth to insert the gun.He cried enough to make the blonde to laughed.Then suddenly he fell down on the floor, his head were almost crushed.

[#2]

Alfred stared at the screen in awe when he was watching the live streaming of this popular artist named 'Demanding Millenialist' he was fascinated that the said artist draw a character looks like Arthur.But without those bushy eyebrows.

The artist loves steampunk style and it takes hundred thousands of views so quickly but the artist never show it's face, just that original voice.Making the artist's fans think it was a girl.

'Thanks for watching my daily live streaming and thanks for your support and compliments so see ya later bye!' 

That happy voice makes Alfred was developing a crush on the artist that he didn't know what she looks like or how old she is.

"You are so fascinated about zhat artist non?" 

Francis said on the other side of the room, sitting across to Kiku who were drawing some yaoi doujinshi.

(Yep, zhe otaku trio)

"Hai, it's been two hours since Arfred-san rooking at Demanding Mirreniarist's Tumblr." 

Alfred blocked his laptop on their sight, blushing in a million shades of red.

"I-it's not like that dudes!I-I just idolized her because she had that incredible talent!yeah like that!"

The two chuckled and proceeded to their work and Alfred stayed silent with his face still red.

~Time Skip~

[Back to you]

You woke up on the sudden knock on the door with that annoying voice of your mother.

You opened it to see your mother, she was rather angry because of that face seems like to explode in redness.

"What is this!?Read that before you come downstairs, I have to deal with you about that." 

She handed you a note before stomping back downstairs.You looked at the note and stared at it.Yeah a letter from principal that you have to be a librarian for a month to pay your cutting classes,hurting your classmate and for taunting your teachers or being a unrespectful student.

Great,a librarian for a shitty month.

You went downstairs and sat at the single couch with your legs crossed looking at your mother like you were having a good time with her but it makes your mother annoyed.

"Tell me.Why are you doing those things?" 

She said a little bit angry but she was worried about you.And this makes you feel angry, your father died because of her so you hate her.

"The question, why did you do something bad on me? Because that's the reason why I became like this!" 

You ran off the house even it was raining,you went to the woods and take a rest in a abandoned cabin.

You lay on the dusty floor and cried, remembering the painful memories you didn't want to recall forever.

When your father died,your mother became an alcoholic bastard and every time she went home,she almost killed you by beating you up and putting you in a sack hanging it on a tree for days.

It was happening every time,making you be used on that kind of abuse.And making you to die inside.You became a savage and always having a trouble in your town even you're just a girl.

You learned how to fight all by yourself and earn money without help of your mother.'She is just a puta.'you always thought to yourself.

I'm already dead inside, all my feelings and care were gone.All I need is to fight over this cruel world to live.Life killed me inside and I want to destroy the others too.

Hetalia x Reader 
a fanfic original work Hetalia is owned by Himaruya Hidekaz

(Y/n) (l/n) a.k.a (Fake name)
A bipolar person that you don't wanna fuck with.
Secretly an artist and she's famous all over the net.
Most of the people knows she's a freak.
And she thought so.
One day, 
her life changed.
Meeting some people she didn't met before, 
getting involved in a 
DEBACLE
that she didn't expected.
More blood, 
tears 
and agony will run through her, 
but she's not all alone.
Falling in love, 
unexpectedly.
Fought, 
just to survive.
And 
Escape.

Luna Koroka:

Height: 5'7

Age:16

Sex:Female

Sexuality:Bisexual 

Character looks and nen: Inky black hair that is always in a braid, with a cyan streak in it. She has eyes that are basically like a mood ring, and her quirk (Nen) is Zoanthorpy
-So in other words: SHE'S HAWT-

People she would be friends with: To anyone unless their homophobic, racist, mean, or Narcissistic.

She likes to sketch, play drums, and hang out with her friends. She aslo likes to read books. She usually wears denim shorts, knee high combat boots, a red and black plaid sweater, and a gray shirt. She wears steampunk style goggles pn the top of her head. She also like robotics. (I have no images ;-;)

(We needed to ge outfit image instead)



(Might of been the closes idk I'm forgetful)

Luna Koroka played by 1367475780perris (pls follow them -also this is from my Wattpad story-)

Chapter 158

What happened next was brilliant, blinding, and all together terrifying. James made a mental note to remove the upgrade from his Secret Boss whenever dungeon wars weren't active. He doubted any players would ever go against the Secret Boss if he left that skill active.

Even as The Candy Man's axe came swinging down, The Perfect Cognivore suddenly detached from his tail, and barreled into BLANK's secret boss. The Perfect Cognivore dug his clawed hands into the enemy's gumdrop armor, and at point blank released all eight of his harpoons. That close, and with the pressure driving them forward, they broke into the gingerbread cookie body of the secret boss and latched on tight.

The Perfect Cognivore used his massive, powerful steampunk legs, and the momentum of the moment, to shove his trapped foe and himself past the muffin mines and closer to The Muffin Man. All the while, James's Secret boss continued to glow brighter. That was, of course, something James was used to. After all, the core within the Terminus normally detonated.

However, the Perfect Cognivore's version was a bit more…destructive. When the Terminus detonated, it was after he died, with the core just becoming unstable and erupting. Now, the Perfect Cognivore was purposefully overloading his own nuclear reactor, preparing it for eruption. As the energy continued to grow within James's secret boss, James could see the armor plating around the Perfect Cognivore actually closing in on the boss, condensing inward, to create a pressurized chamber for the reactor. Now not only was there going to be a nuclear blast, but it was going to be amplified 10-fold from what James had previously seen.

A split second later, the light, which had been momentarily hidden as The Perfect Cognivore's armor completely closed in and encompassed it, leaked out from his form. The metal plating cover James's Secret Boss glowed brightly from the heat, and James watched as the Perfect Cognivore's face took on a cruel grin.

"Lights out chap." The Perfect Cognivore said, just before he erupted in a massive nuclear explosion. James looked away just in time to avoid starring directly into the bright flash of light, though even with his orb turned away from the explosion, and his giant eyeball closed and covered by his tentacles, it was as if he could see clearly. So bright was the explosion, that he would have believed he were staring into the sun. He waited, counting, for 10 seconds, before the light finally faded.

As it did, James willed himself to turn back around, and take in the battlefield. Where the Secret Bosses had battled, nothing remained. Instead, a massive crater had formed, blackened and scorches, and almost seeming to have turned, in some parts, into a glass like substance. Looking down into the crater, James realized that his assessment that nothing remained, had been wrong.

In the very center, a mass of glowing, radiating, molten metal seemed to rest. It pulsed with unnatural light, and James could feel his vision blurring as his eyeball burned just from looking at it.

He had heard of a similar such substance that had existed in the real world, created from the devastating nuclear accident at Chernobyl. A mass of a substance known as corium, which was created during the nuclear meltdown. It had been named The Elephants foot, and was a mass of extremely hot, extremely dangerous and radioactive material, that existed and remained deadly for over 50 years after the accident.

Now, DCO was a video game world, meaning normally things like radiation poisoning wouldn't be a thing. So, in theory, players would be able to likely get close to that mass of remaining molten material in the center of that crater, if they wanted to. Of course, DCO also wasn't a normal game. And James had not only unlocked radiation for his disease menu, courtesy ironically, of BLANKs players and his M.I.N.E. Craft, but had played around with it quite a bit.

Something that James was really hoping he would get to see soon. Movement along the edge of his vision, was saying he was going to get a good view of it, sooner rather than later.

"Look at that Rue." He whispered, motioning towards the fog of war. His players had already begun running back towards his spawn area the moment the Perfect Cognivore had begun glowing. And by running, James meant they had full on sprinted, atop their dicken mounts, away from the battlefield. However, James had been hoping some of BLANKs players would stick around to watch the fight. After all, only a few of them had seen what happened when the Terminus was defeated.

Sure enough, as James watched the fog of war, he saw a handful of BLANK players stumble out. They were waving their hands about wildly as a sickly, irradiated glow encompassed their bodies. Their status bars showed that they were currently blinded, deafened, dazed, and irradiated.

The first three statuses were a deadly combination, if there were any enemy players around. However, it was the final one, that was actually going to be their downfall. Especially if the unlocked portions of his disease menu did exactly what he thought they would.


Irradiation (Unique Disease)

Disease Effects

Antimagical Resistance (5disease points (DP))- This disease has an increased chance to resist being cleansed, dependent on the amount of magical healing a player has received. For every magical spell applied to a player, the disease has an additional 1x (DP) chance to resist being cleansed.

Proximity Illness (4DP)- This disease has an increased chance to spread to players nearby. This illness has a 5xDP percent chance to spread to players within 5xDP feet of a player. The disease will attempt to effect players in proximity once every minute, until a player either dies, or is cleansed

Unique Effects

Radiation (1 radiation point)

Mutation level 1 (5DP)- Players will undergo a random mutation within 30 seconds of being exposed to radiation. Additional mutations will be applied every 10 minutes, unless a player is cleansed.

Mutation level 2 (10DP)- Players who undergo mutations will lose complete control over themselves. Until they die, or are healed, they will be treated as a drunk character, resulting in their temporary inability to control their character.

In essence, James had figured, as he dumped all 24 of his disease points into crafting this disease, and his single radiation point to even use this tree, that he would be able to create a disease that could turn BLANKs players against themselves. In DCO, and actually many immersion games, whenever a player became so drunk that they would normally become extremely sick or 'black out' they were instead returned to their own waiting area. From there, individuals were welcome to play other games, relax, or in Manly The Dwarf's instance, learn the lore of the game.

Once the detrimental effect had run its course, players would receive a notification allowing them to hop right on back into whatever game they had been playing. Seeing that he could essentially apply that effect to BLANKs players with his irradiated disease, well, it was a no brainer. Even if it had cost him 10 of his 24 disease points to do. James had no idea what the mutations would be, but if his steampunk dino mobs' mutations were anything to go off of, James was about to see an extremely interesting battle take place.

James had also taken care to confirm with Rue he was reading the disease menu correctly, before he even applied this tactic to the battlefield. Because obviously, while irradiating BLANKs forces, causing them to mutate and lose control of themselves sounded great, he had been worried about it effecting his players. However, according to the disease menu, effects of diseases would only be applied to enemies of his dungeon. Which, theoretically, in the case of dungeon wars and the fields of battle, meant BLANKs forces, not James's. Huzzah loopholes. Granted, if James had access to a disease menu, there was a chance BLANK did as well. However, James figured there was no way BLANK would have access to something as neat as radiation.

What was the worst BLANK could do? Create a disease that put James's players in a sugar coma? That was laughable, especially as James watched one of BLANK's player's eyes roll back in his head, as another head sprouted from his torso. Yup, that player was definitely no longer in control. A split second later, an adventurer dual wielding daggers grew two additional arms from outside of his back. Two more mutated as well, one growing an additional leg, the other having his body seem to grow larger and more muscular. At the same time, all of their eyes turned completely white, and their cries of confusion and anger turned into animalistic moans.

Achievement Unlocked

Even as James went to click on the achievement, he watched one last player stumble out of the fog of war. His eyes rolled back in his head, and James watched as the glow around his body seemed to flash. A moment later, his flesh went from glowing yet healthy, to rotten and saggy. His mouth gaped open, as he turned back towards the fog of war. Instead of an inaudible moan, he let out a single, long drawn out word.

"Braaaaaaiiiiinnnnnnnnsssssss."

Achievement Unlocked

Oh, this had to be good.

James hates his real life. He spends his days being bullied in school, and at home he simply reads and plays games. The only thing he has to look forward to is immersion. When he is immersed in the virtual world he can be whatever, whoever, he wants: He can escape the world that has thrown him away.

As such, when a new game, Dungeon Core Online, comes out, James is excited to play. He immerses himself as soon as he can, but when he is set to create his character he is instead offered a different choice. Now, James is the Dungeon Core and he suddenly finds himself wielding more power, with more options, than he's ever had before. The only downside... there are people in the real world who do anything, even kill, to gain the power of a Dungeon Core in the virtual world.

This story originated on and is updated on Royal Road

This story is the sole property of Jonathan Smidt, otherwise known as Glyax

If you like this story, check out Bone Dungeon (my published work), or see about becoming a patron of mine (search Glyax) for advanced access to chapters, etc

Website        : qidian china 
Views            : 5.64million
Rating           : 9.3(928)
Chapters       : 2012
Status           : completed 
Word count  : 6.84million
Author          : Drunken Tiger
author level  : great 
No of works  : 2
Disscussion   : 2720
Year started  : 2013
Translated works : Silver Overlord
Genres         : Action, Comedy, Ecchi, Fantasy, Harem, Martial Arts, Mature, Xuanhuan
Tags             : Army Building, Charming Protagonist, Cultivation, Cunning Protagonist, Demons, Determined Protagonist, Fellatio, Game Elements, Gods, Handsome Male Lead, Hard-Working Protagonist, Harem-seeking Protagonist, Kingdom Building, Legendary Artifacts, Love Interest Falls in Love First, Magic, Magical Space, Male Protagonist, Masturbation, Monsters, Nationalism, Netori, Nobles, Perverted Protagonist, Politics, Polygamy, Poor Protagonist, Poor to Rich, Post-apocalyptic, Pragmatic Protagonist, Pregnancy, Racism, Reverse R@pe, Romantic Subplot, Shameless Protagonist, Time Skip, Wars, Zombies
Popularity    : OK popular in China. 
Last edited   : 27/nov/2018

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Website       : qidian international 
Views           : 24million
Rating          : 4.2(699)
Chapters     : 1216
Rank            : 24 
Status          : ongoing 
Schedule     : 14ch/week but translating at 24ch/week
Translator   : 
Editor         :
Popularity   : Very popular here
Last edited : 27/nov/2018

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Synopsis :
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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POSITIVE REVIEW :

Let me start this review by saying that this story has HUGE and blatantly obvious flaws. The most egregious being that nearly all the male characters (including the Main Character) act like the creepily perverted guys you find in Japanese anime. In fact let me quote the second paragraph in the story to give you a taste of what I'm talking about...
"Those upright chimneys, however, reminded Zhang Tie of his p*nis and the black smoke his seminal fluid. They polluted air like how the liquid polluted his underwear. Although he couldn't remember who was in his dream last night, for the third time this week, he could feel something sticky inside his underwear."
... that is in the introduction paragraph for our main character Zhang Tie.
No sh*t.
Aside from that, surprisingly this story does just about everything right. There is good worldbuilding in a steampunkish cultivation world. An interesting power system. The MC doesn't have everything given to him, and really has to work to distinguish himself. He has quite a few moments of real danger that he barely manages to scrape through with intelligence and instinct. No deus ex machina moments or ass pulls.
There is some great Hunter x Hunter exam type situations. The first being a semi-wilderness survival test after just entering the sect, that reminded me a little of Lord of the Flies. Behind the scenes there are political situations as various countries and organizations are in conflict with each other. There are no generic 'Young Master' style antagonists.
The big flaws that leave this with such a garbage rating aren't central to the story in any way. for example one situation that puts people off is
Spoiler
At one point out of nowhere Zhang Tie suddenly gets popular with the ladies despite being an awkward pervert. Then over the course of a couple of chapters he has s*x with hundreds and hundreds of women. It's the only time he even gets even a second glance within the first 400 odd chapters, and right after it's finished he goes to another sect to be the scrub newbie at the bottom of the barrel, and it's never really mentioned again.

These few chapters serve... just zero story purpose, and could quite easily be cut out

[collapse]
Honestly I love this story. It's got some of the absolute best and most interesting plotting and situations in the entire CN industry. Yet the author does his best to shoot himself in the foot, over things inessential to the actual story.
One commonly quoted reason for hating this (according to other reviews) is racism. Honestly, I don't see it. This isn't set on earth, he just sort of borrows bits and pieces from it, and none of the races and sects are explicitly stated to conform to any in our world. Just think of it this way. The author of this work has a small, almost miniscule penis. So he's overcompensating in the story to make the MC better than him in real life, including having slightly better talent because of genetics.
 - By Timid(NU)

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NEGATIVE REVIEW :

If you ever wondered what kind of novel written by a perverted racist Chinese would look like, look no further just read Castle of Black Iron.

All the males are potential rapists including the MC and all the females are objects to be used and abused.

A warning to the readers masturbation is a prominent focus of this story as is racism.

Disgusting.

P.s: Also the oldest abacus discovered is Sumerian in origin.
 - By rincewind(NU)

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My thoughts : I read this. It's actually a very good novel. But I dropped it as I couldn't handle mc's character.

In my library : Yes

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