Supernatural Great Navigation

The indifferent gods sit high in the clouds, looking down coldly upon the human world. The tailless reptiles hide in the gap between winter and spring, whispering to one another. The octopus-shaped demon god in the cold seawater plays a flute with a tall hat on its head. The steam engine has just ignited the light of civilization; swordsmanship and sorcery clash, alchemical guns and broadside sailing ships sound the note of death, secret societies and the orthodox churches chase and hide from each other. A great era has already begun.

The great voyage! The great expansion! The age of geographic discovery!

There are epic scenes of grandeur, and there are sinister, treacherous schemes. Civilization conquering barbarism? No—there is only barbarism and even greater barbarism!

Aiwen awakens in a small coastal city, rises as the descendant of a fallen noble family, steps by step walks into the center of the vortex, and takes down the miracle crown standing at the summit of the extraordinary.