I reign supreme in the Western fantasy world for eternity.

A god who should not exist in this world.

born.

The moment consciousness awoke from nothingness, what He heard was the "click" of gears meshing, the hiss of steam escaping from the edge of a cylinder, and the muffled thud of countless arms on an assembly line repeating the same action in the same rhythm.

It's so noisy.

He thought.

But inexplicably...it feels familiar.

He had heard this sound countless times in his original world.

That was a sign of the coming of the Father's authority, the heartbeat of the industrial age.

At that time, however, He was just an insignificant subordinate god among the gods, standing behind the throne of the Father God, not even daring to step on the golden bricks of the main temple with the hem of His robe.

Tribal era, agricultural civilization, city-state era, imperial era... each era gives birth to a new god who inherits the authority of the old gods and ushers in a new era.

The Father God rose to power in the Industrial Age, cutting off the two authorities of "creation" and "law" from the territory of the God of War, merging them with his own "innovation," and becoming the youngest and most aggressive chief god of that era.

God of Industry!

But soon, the information age arrived.

The new god didn't even bother with a direct confrontation; with just a string of gibberish and a "404", he erased the Father God from the pantheon.

He remembered that day when the Kingdom of God trembled and countless beings were swept into the turbulent void, including Him.

In the last moment before his consciousness faded, he heard a voice, calm, cold, and devoid of any emotion, like a system notification tone.

"Industrial authority is redundant. Dismiss it."

When He opened His eyes again, He had arrived in this strange world with the dying Father.

The world is different, the laws are different, and even the definition of "god" is different.

There are only five ancient deities here. Three are preparing to merge into one, while two are detached from worldly affairs. They seem to be playing a game proposed by some god.

The Father God's power rapidly dissipated as his connection with the original world was severed. After landing, he was severely injured by the three gods who had not yet fully merged with him. After struggling to escape, he had no choice but to compress the last fragments of authority that had been disturbed by the God of Information into the "Book of Seven Pages" and give it to his offspring.

And so, He hid in the east and west for thousands of years with the relics of the Father God, until He finally confirmed that the three gods had begun to merge into the Triad Gods and had no time to attend to the present world, and only then did He begin His ascension plan.

The Father God's relic is very powerful. The transformed authority possesses a strong narrative ability, enabling the development of the times to conform to his expectations, as long as the gods do not intervene.

Of course, the price is also very high, as it will directly erase one's own body and soul.

But none of that matters. The Father God's divine status is in His hands, and the industrial blueprints are in His mind. He only needs to start the industrial age in this world to ascend to godhood!

He created the "Order of Light"; arbitrarily proposed a few rules according to his own preferences; and transmitted fragments of his memories and knowledge to hundreds of people to ensure that his plan would not fail...

Finally, after everything was prepared, He wrote the following in the Book of Seven Pages:

[The Book of Seven Pages will be divided into seven pages. Six of the fragments will serve as decoys to attract attention and scramble for them, while the main page will simultaneously possess the Father God's divinity and the temporary authority to restore the complete page. The Triad Gods are in a critical period of fusion. Other gods will not intervene in the human kingdoms. The first factory has been built. Ultimately, all plans will unfold according to the tides of time, and I, as the initial creator and promoter of industrial civilization in this world, will be reborn and ascend to godhood in the capital city, the most prosperous and fastest-growing industrial city! This makes perfect sense.]

With the final words, He was annihilated and devoured by the Book of Seven Pages.

...until now.

Golden light surged forth from the depths of the dungeon, from the western outskirts of the capital to the northern factory, from abandoned mines to roaring workshops; countless invisible lines converged from all directions, flowing into His nascent divine body.

That's...faith?

No, that is cruder, more primitive, and more immense than faith.

That was the industrial age itself.

The farmers who were driven to factories by the enclosure law repeated mechanical actions on the assembly line, and every drop of sweat contributed to the "order".

The workers, whose ears rang from the roar of the steam engines, worked day and night in shifts, keeping the machines running without stopping, accumulating materials for "creation" with every bit of output.

Those nobles who staked their entire fortunes on factory owners stared greedily at the profit statements, each expansion fueling "innovation."

And this is the path that God the Father once walked.

If the Father can do this, so can He.

[I will surpass God the Father without needing to resurrect Him!]

The divine body gradually solidified in the golden light.

The phantom of gears surrounded Him, the silhouettes of chimneys stood behind Him, and figures moved about on the assembly line.

He opened his eyes, and deep within his pupils reflected the lights of the entire capital city; each lamp was the breath of a machine.

not enough.

Almost there.

The sacrifice began when the first factory was built, but what truly transformed the era was the Enclosure Act.

That law made land no longer a source of sustenance for farmers, turned labor into a commodity, and truly etched the word "industry" into the very bones of the world.

The Cursed Apostle is dead. The other apostles are either dead or scattered, but what does it matter?

The true cult is the steam in the factory, the profits in the ledger, the "new era" that nobles spout while clinking glasses, and His projection in this world.

The clouds above the capital began to swirl, forming a huge vortex centered on the golden pillar of light.

In the city, countless people knelt on the ground, and the machines in the factory started running again. This time, they didn't need workers to operate them; they turned on their own, faster and faster, the sound of gears meshing forming an eerie hymn.

His divine body was finally complete.

God of Industry.

No, He is not yet worthy to inherit the full name of God the Father.

Industry in this world is just beginning, and the boundaries of authority are far less expansive than in the time of the Father God.

But He is in no hurry; times will change, authority will expand, and He has plenty of time.

He looked down at the tiny figures in the dungeon.

There were only a few ants, and a young man in white robes hiding in the shadows, whose aura was completely out of place in this world.

He sensed a familiar aura emanating from Ji Tian, ​​a cultivation system that was ancient, primitive, and entirely different from this world.

He had never seen such a thing in the genealogy of gods, nor had any era ever given birth to such a "god".

Dangerous, but not fatal.

At least it's not fatal right now.

He did not act. His power, having just awakened, was far from fully restored. He had more important things to do: his divine body needed consolidation, his faith needed harvesting, and his authority needed expansion. As for the man in white, he could leave him for later.

Of course, if the other party is willing to submit, it would be good to accept them as a follower of the gods.

Just as He was about to ask, He saw the other person lower his head and look at the cursed apostle who had already died as a sacrifice with a look of surprise, saying:

"You're amazing! You actually raised a god!"