The Rise of a Literary Master

Malan Port.

Fang Yuan watched like a ghost as a carriage passed right through his body.

Nearby, the fishmongers' stalls reeked of fish, while all kinds of voices mingled with the passing crowds, creating the bustling scene of a marketplace in the morning.

Though he could only walk the world in the form of a ghost, he was already very satisfied.

At least it was a huge improvement over his previous state as an absolute observer.

"Hmm, all things considered, this place is quite like Europe during the Great Navigation Era in my previous life, but it's fundamentally different, too!"

Fang Yuan strolled over to the heavily guarded Royal Dockyard.

There, one enormous warship after another lay still like crouching beasts, radiating a dangerous, terrifying air.

Among them were several "behemoths," covered from stem to stern in iron armor, with astonishingly massive displacements and a frightening number of cannons lining their hulls!

"Ironclad ships?"

Fang Yuan could imagine one of these fearsome vessels heading out to sea. An ordinary pirate ship, even if armed, would be smashed to pieces with a single collision.

Even the Octopus Sea Monster from that day might not have been able to do anything to one.

Still, the design of these ironclads was rather unusual. They had not only sails but also towering smokestacks—they were clearly powered by a combination of steam and wind.

"The Industrial Revolution!"

Fang Yuan wandered back and forth across the warships as if no one were there, unable to keep from sighing.

Even with the Royal Fleet on high alert and Supernatural Beings standing guard, not one of them could detect his presence.

It was especially when he saw a machine that was still quite primitive, bulky, and cumbersome that Fang Yuan suddenly smiled, feeling the familiar warmth of seeing