"You should have told me earlier that he was the craftsman who created you, Perturabo.""Then I can be harsher on you."A craftsman, a wrapping cloth, a side of glass, a rein;The forger who smelt iron and stone, the minstrel of Olympia.Morse.This is my new name, given by your creation - Perturabo, you
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Chapter 1 Perturabo
Chapter 2 An opportunity
Chapter 3 Reforging
Chapter 4 We're Even
Chapter 5 Lokos
Chapter 6 And you are already a mortal
Chapter 7 Welcome
Chapter 8 The Dream of Building a City
Chapter 9 Announcement
Chapter 10 Tyrant Damex
Chapter 11 Atheism
Chapter 12 Independent Learning
Chapter 13 Unfinished Work
Chapter 14 Forward and Retreat
Chapter 15 The Trial of Metal
Chapter 16 The Trial of the Craftsman
Chapter 17 The Trial of Steel (5k)
Chapter 18 The King’s Children (4k)
Chapter 19 Have a good sleep
Chapter 20 The Tyrant’s Eldest Son
Chapter 21 Clay Pot
Chapter 22 False Victory
Chapter 23 Arachne
Chapter 24 Mixed Hearts
Chapter 25 Pick one out of ten
Chapter 26 Osher Election
Chapter 27 True Victory
Chapter 28 Who is Arachne?
Chapter 29 Aftermath
Chapter 30 Maybe a Howler Letter
Chapter 31: The Holy City of Old Papers (4k)
Chapter 32 Memories (The reason for the update is just for words)
Chapter 33 Time flies (4k)
Chapter 34 809M30
Chapter 35 Naming Ceremony
Chapter 36 Black Trial
Chapter 37 The Third Child
Chapter 38 Nickname
Chapter 39 Fool
Chapter 40 Looking for it but not finding it
Chapter 41 Boat
Chapter 42 Deserter
Chapter 43 Crossing the Ocean
Chapter 44 The night of intertwined fates (4k)
Chapter 45
Chapter 46 Dagger
Chapter 47 Iron, blood and scolding (4k)
Chapter 48 So he left
Chapter 49 Six Rings of Bliss
Chapter 50 Ship of Fools
Novel Introduction
"You should have told me earlier that he was the craftsman who created you, Perturabo.""Then I can be harsher on you."A craftsman, a wrapping cloth, a side of glass, a rein;The forger who smelt iron and stone, the minstrel of Olympia.Morse.This is my new name, given by your creation - Perturabo, your failed instrument, your unsuccessful man.O Emperor, the yoke of our sins is bound by your hands, and like a yoke is tied around your neck.(The author is unspeakably loyal and 100% imperialist)