Steel, Guns, and the Industrial Party that Traveled to Another World

The biting cold wind swirled in the dark night sky. It was already late at night, but the master bedroom in the Lord's Castle in Lake Heart Town was still brightly lit.

On the big bed in the bedroom, there lay a chubby black-haired boy, who was about 10 years old, but was unconscious at the moment. Not far from the big bed, the castle's butler Philip was worried, looking at the boy lying on the bed for a while, and then at the priest who was busy beside the bed.

Finally, the priest stopped moving. The butler could not hold back his anxiety and immediately asked, "Father Anderson, how is the young master?"

The priest turned around and said apologetically, "Butler Philip, unfortunately, the herbs applied before and the holy water just fed seem to have no effect on the young master Paul's illness. Now I only have one trick left. Do you agree to try it?"

"What is it?"

"Bloodletting therapy, which I learned from a traveling healer. According to him, this therapy has been popularized in most parts of the Gabela Empire and the Rohrman Kingdom, and it has miraculous effects on some special diseases."

"Bloodletting?" Butler Philip felt his eyes go dark when he heard the word.

He pondered for a while, finally gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, Father Anderson, let's do as you say."

"Okay, may the Lord of Light bless Master Paul."

The priest raised his hands and prayed to his god, then he told Philip to find a copper basin and put it under the bed, and took out a sharp knife from the box he brought with him, took out the boy's arm from the quilt, and was about to use the knife.

Just as the priest put the knife on the skin of the boy's arm with his right hand, his left hand holding the boy's arm suddenly felt the boy's pulse beat, and then began to beat continuously and strongly. Father Anderson, who noticed something strange, put down the knife and continued to observe.

The boy's pulse gradually stabilized, and then his eyelids slowly opened.

"May the Lord of Light bless you!" Father Anderson and Butler Philip shouted in surprise at the same time.

"Fuck, what smells so bad." The boy opened his eyes and said something that the two people in front of him couldn't understand.

After his vision was fully restored, the boy sat up, and then he was in a state of confusion.

Zhao Kai, an ordinary programmer in China, likes to read some messy online novels on weekdays. What makes him very unhappy is that the novels he follows are always very niche. Authors with insufficient motivation often update less than 100 chapters before the daily update turns to monthly update, and the monthly update turns to annual update, or simply eunuchs. Instead, those "little white articles" in his eyes are flooding.

Of course, there are some masterpieces that are both popular with the public and to his taste, but firstly, there are too few of them, and secondly, there are always regrets in the content.

Finally one day, he decided to write a novel himself, and made up his mind that even if no one reads it, he must persist in writing it to make up for the regrets of the past. As for the subject matter of the novel, as a loyal believer of the Industrial Party of China, it is natural to write about using the muskets and cannons of the scientific side to crush the scum of the other world on the magic side.

The golden finger didn't want to be too obvious, so the protagonist had to climb the technology tree from scratch. So he spent a lot of energy collecting those magical books and materials that were said to be necessary for time travel, such as the "Barefoot Doctor's Manual" to win people's hearts, "Farmland Water Conservancy Practice" by Ashikura Rin, and "Militia Training Course" by Ping Tianxia. In short, the more the better.

After careful research for more than half a month, he finally decided to start writing.

But unexpectedly, after working for many years, his writing ability has deteriorated to a point where he scratched his head for a long time just to write the beginning.

"I despise others for writing naive articles! At least they can write it."

Zhao Kai was very embarrassed, and he decided to stay up all night to finish the first chapter. After barely piecing together the first chapter with a few words here and there, he could no longer bear the sleepiness and fell asleep in front of the computer.

In a daze, a pungent smell came and pulled his consciousness back from his sleep, but he didn't expect that after opening his eyes, the whole world had changed.

Zhao Kai, or now Paul Graman, was looking around with a head full of question marks.

Luxurious carpets, furniture made of precious wood, artistic wall decorations, and soft mattresses under his buttocks, isn't this the protagonist's bedroom described in the first chapter of his novel? What happened to him? He pinched the flesh on his face, it hurt, it didn't seem like a dream.

"Master, you finally woke up, please rest assured, this is definitely not in your dream." Butler Philip came up quickly.

Paul then noticed that there were two other people in the room. The person who just came over had slightly gray hair, was tall and thin, looked about 40 years old, and wore a black tuxedo, dressed like a butler often played in movies.

The strange thing was that the other party was clearly speaking a strange language, but he could still understand it. The other one looked about 30 years old, wearing a wide robe with big sleeves, and seemed to be some kind of clergyman.

"Where am I? Why am I so sticky?" He realized that he was speaking the same strange language as before.

"Master, this is in your bedroom. You have Father Anderson's ointment on your body, so don't move violently."

"Master? Who are you?"

Seeing that the master didn't recognize him, Philip was a little at a loss, so he had to look at the priest, hoping to get an explanation from him.

"Mr. Butler, don't worry. Temporary amnesia after coma is not uncommon. As long as you get more rest and take good care of your body, you can slowly recover with more guidance."

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"Huh - I was scared to death. Yes, it's a great thing to wake up."

Anderson continued to check Graman. "There shouldn't be anything wrong with his body. Let Master Paul have a good rest today. Keep the ointment on and clean it up tomorrow."

"Well, thank you very much for bothering you today."

"You're welcome. This is what I should do. I'll take my leave today. I'll come to check Master Paul tomorrow."

"Okay, please come this way."

...

Paul was a little sober at this time and realized the reality that he had traveled through time. What happened? I just took a nap. How did I travel through time? Which great god played a joke on me?

He lay down again, forcing himself to calm down. Now the priority should be how to survive in this new world.

Judging from the posture just now, this body has a high status, and there should be no problem with food and clothing in the future. Although it has no previous memories, it can still speak the language of this world. It should be able to get by with the excuse of "amnesia". Thinking of this, he felt a little relieved.

After a while, the housekeeper came back and tidied the quilt for him. "Master, you should have a good rest tonight. If you have any problems, pull the bell rope next to the bed. I'll be in the next room." After that, he stroked his chest with his hand, bowed slightly and left.

Paul nestled in the quilt and began to think carefully about his future life...