I Became a Witch and Started an Industrial Revolution

He was chosen by fate, transmigrating into a world of magic— only to awaken as a witch. Yet because of magic, the pure-blooded nobility had already completed the ultimate cycle of privilege: from birth to death, everything was theirs. But magic should be like industry—created to serve the world. The world should not be this way. Someone once said: Some people wish only for their own lives to be good. Others wish for everyone’s lives to be as good as theirs. This world might not care about one more witch, one more noble. But ordinary people care. They need someone who can tell this world— Mortals, too, have power! Steam engines! Revolutionary transport! Industrial revolution! The fusion of magic and industry! Muskets! Cannons! Tanks! War fleets! History always advances upon the blade of a sword. Dignity is forever balanced upon the edge of steel! The clash of systems! Muskets against magic! Cannons against mages! Steel eagles soaring in the skies to rival dragons, tiger kings wrestling behemoths upon the land. Science brings civilization. Fleets grant dominion. And nuclear fire is the ultimate truth! “I grant you war—to end all wars!” And if there must be a sovereign— then why should it not be me? Thus spoke Mitia.