The God of Machinery and Steam

"Your condition doesn't look too good, does it?"

Edwin's voice echoed through the empty spirit world as he questioned the man before him.

At the question, the God of Steam and Machinery tugged at the corner of his mouth and cast Edwin a rather helpless look.

"No matter how delicious something is, eating too much of it will still give you indigestion."

"I haven't had the chance to fully bind the new things you brought about—electricity, the internal combustion engine—to my authorities.

"Give it some time, and it'll be fine."

The god of machinery explained. So that was it—

Edwin recalled what Roselle had recorded in his diaries.

After Roselle sparked the First Industrial Revolution, this deity had indeed changed His divine name from the "god of craftsmen" to the "God of Steam and Machinery."

He had successfully ridden the tide of the times and, in turn, successfully digested His potion.

"Then what did you come to me for?"

"To reminisce? We don't seem to know each other that well."

After thinking for a moment, Edwin got straight to the point.

"I don't want to repeat what happened with Roselle."

The god of machinery drew a deep breath, his tone growing much more solemn. "There are some things I want to make clear to you in person."

"Heh."

Edwin shook his head. Over this period, he had gathered quite a few of Roselle's diaries through various channels and had learned something about that chapter of history.

It seemed that his fellow countryman had ultimately fallen out with this one—

The god of machinery seemed not to hear the mockery in that soft chuckle. Or perhaps he had heard it and chosen to ignore it.

He sighed, and a trace of reminiscence surfaced on that handsome face.

"I never intended to