Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

The Mayor of Nobel City, Mann, stood atop the city walls, surrounded by nobles and citizen representatives showering him with compliments.

Life’s twists and turns are truly unsettling.

Half a month ago, Mayor Mann overruled all opposition to buy thirty-six heavy fortress cannons retired from the military for his city.

Back then, it was these same people who said that Mann had gone mad, spending money on something utterly nonsensical.

They all pretended to be pleading on behalf of the citizens, even suggesting that Mann must have received some personal advantage—who else would throw in an extra 4,000 Mowish of their own money?

But it was because Mann had connections—already a month prior, the academy in The Capital had declared that over the next few years, the number of rifts connecting to the Otherworld would gradually increase.

At that time, Mann had been thinking, what if a large rift appeared in the Dark Zone east of Nobel City? Ultimately, Mann learned of some news—the military had just replaced their artillery, and among them, thirty-six heavy fortress cannons were bundled up and ready for disposal.

So Mann spent the money and bought them—the cannons were eighty percent new. For the city, brand new cannons were too expensive, but these retired heavy cannons, albeit cumbersome, were designed for defense, and Nobel City only needed to modify the city walls to employ them.

That way, no matter what kind of foul creatures emerged from the rifts, Nobel City would have some means to fight back.

At that time, everyone in the city council was verbally and literarily attacking Mann, accusing him of receiving kickbacks from the military. Now, the siege towers and battering rams of the Black Orcs were burning merrily in the fields outside the city, especially the siege towers, from which the smell of roasting flesh wafted over—a credit to the new incendiary shells.

Truly powerful, even more so than the incendiary shells Mann had seen during his time in the military.