Industrial Cthulhu, Starting as a Island Lord

[Fantasy · Industrial · Western Setting · Kingdom Building · Technology]

"I saw with my own eyes that they used the finest stainless steel to make tableware and cans, filled them with a little food, and threw them away after eating."

"I saw with my own eyes that they used giant beasts as tall as mountains to devour soil and rocks, digging out underground cities just to park their steel carriages underground."

"I saw with my own eyes them filling an eternal stellar furnace with glowing ore, releasing light brighter than the sun."

"I saw that indescribable everything."

"Their iron birds blot out the sky, their steel ships cover the sea, their war chariots tear apart the land, and their gods walk the world."

"You must think I'm crazy."

"But it doesn't matter."

"It has already seen you."

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Petroleum is its blood, smoke is its breath, ore and steel are its food, the countless cargo ships in the ports are its myriad children, and the place of origin printed in the corner is its silent mockery.

They say they are merely mortals.

Child, you'd better not argue back. You must know:

their technology cannot be understood, their production capacity is beyond imagination, their creations can drive one mad at a glance, and their morale is even crazier than the most fanatical evil god believers.

How are you going to stop them? Child, with your long sword, or with your flesh and blood?

You should be thankful they are still willing to call themselves mortals.

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"I finished building my factories, and you're telling me this is an idealist world!?"

"Wait, then what exactly did I create?"