They All Call Me Master

The long-running 'witch hunts' vanished with the end of the Seven Years' War. Along the eastern coast, the occult began to retreat into hiding, while gunpowder rapidly rose to prominence.

Mo Qishang should have been utterly bewildered. Instead, under the name Arthur, he stood at the crossroads of fate. He stared in astonishment at charging knights, wizards atop lofty towers, and uncanny horrors roaming the wilderness. With a vivid yet unfamiliar awareness, he felt the keen edge of a longsword and the recoil of a musket. At last, he gave his robes an excited shake and said with a smile-

"Don't believe what I tell you, because to believe is to bring into existence!"