steam furry visual novel

In a world where mysticism and steam industry coexist, cursed objects, the Reception Bureau, and Evil God fanatics... That year, the King was bedridden with illness, the successor was inexperienced, and power slipped away, leaving the empire teetering. That year, external forces gathered around the empire, and foreign civilizations eyed it covetously. That year, the prophet delivered a prophecy that the era of civilization was nearing its end. That year, Ethan arrived at a small town on the outskirts of the imperial capital. To survive in this perilous era, he began practicing Fireball Skill. Years later, Ethan looked at the meteor falling from the clouds and realized there was a problem. The beginner Magic he learned seemed a bit off.

One woman was supposed to be a Queen but lost her kingdom and was exiled to a city to be it's City Lord. The other woman lost her chance to become an Empress. Can these two strong women build the city of Tomorrow?

On the land, thorns of steel rise in wild profusion. The grinding roar of interlocking gears shakes the heavens, while black smoke veils the skies. Scorching steam surges through iron pipelines, and supercomputers hum softly alongside the whispered secrets of code cards. Blinding white light traces the passage of time, as red fluids seize the throat of fate. Bolts and rivets stand for justice, calibers and artillery assert their dominion. Steel roars, and blades hiss in reply.

When brilliant American scientist Liam Hart dies in a lab explosion, he awakens in an unfamiliar world — in the body of Edward Arthur Windsor, the Crown Prince of an alternate Great Britain where magic replaces science. Armed with the mysterious Industrial Dominion System, Edward gains the power to recreate Earth’s greatest inventions — from steam engines to electricity — and forge an empire of innovation. But progress has a price: nobles resist change, foreign kingdoms plot war, and alliances are forged not just with politics… but with hearts. Between revolution and romance, invention and intrigue, Edward must build not only an empire of steam — but a legacy that will change history itself. Will the scientist-turned-prince become the savior of his kingdom… or the architect of its downfall?

After a failed business deal ruins his modern life, Alexander Carter wakes up to find himself in London in 1865, at the height of the Industrial Revolution. Armed with his knowledge of future technology, economics, and finance, he steps into a world of horse-drawn carriages, steam engines, and the nascent age of industry. The streets are rife with opportunity—but danger lurks in the form of ruthless industrialists, corrupt politicians, and the volatile stock markets of the era. Using his modern knowledge, Alexander begins to build businesses, exploit innovations centuries ahead of his time, and navigate the complex social hierarchies of Victorian England. From the smoke-filled factories of Manchester to the glittering halls of London’s elite, Alexander’s journey is one of ambition, strategy, and relentless pursuit of power. Yet, in a society bound by rigid class structures and traditions, will his vision of the future be enough to secure his rise—or will the tides of history sweep him away? Witness the birth of an empire, the clash of old-world aristocracy with modern ambition, and the making of a tycoon who dares to shape the future in the 19th century.

En un mundo donde se llevó a cabo una guerra como el mundo nunca había visto, donde los instintos más primarios del ser humano afloraron, donde dos especies luchaban por sobrevivir, muchas veces teniendo que dar hasta su propia vida para ello, y que al final tuvieron que hacer las pases (se supone) y esforzarse por coexistir pacíficamente un joven llamado Dante y una murciélago llamada Anya se encontrarán en el Instituto Pearson, el más prestigioso del país, y sin saberlo estarán destinados a unirse para luchar contra los prejuicios, la historia, su pasado y...¿Su futuro juntos?

Hangzhou, 1996. Li Wei was born into silk — wealth, power, and a future already decided for him. The only son of a rising real estate empire, he moves through life with measured control, his long hair tied neatly at his collar, his emotions buried deeper than the foundations of his father's buildings. Chen Yulan was born into steam — the warmth of a small dumpling shop, gossiping neighbors, and whispers that he is “too soft” to be a man. With steady hands and quiet dreams of becoming a doctor, he lives between flour-dusted mornings and late-night textbooks. When a summer storm forces Li Wei into Yulan’s shop, neither expects the encounter to linger. But in a decade where masculinity is rigid, marriage is duty, and reputation is survival, their growing closeness becomes dangerous. Rumors spread. Families intervene. Choices tighten like fists. And in the space between silk and steam, love begins to rise.

In a reimagined 1890's London, where steam-driven airships rule the skies and monsters roam the streets, the Galileo Observatory's Club for Gentlemen welcomes all -- gwr, shape-changers, vampires, and lords. A high-stakes game leads more than a few men astray.<br><br>Poindexter Fitzhughes, renowned hero and scientist, learns just how much trouble a full-blooded gwr can be when he attempts to cure his lover, Lord Seth Maitland, of the disease. But when their backs are against the wall, the two must learn to trust in each other, and more importantly, in their true natures, to prevail.<br><br>Meanwhile, Duncan Farnsworth discovers being a vampire has not improved his social life, his chances of finding love, continuing the family line, or getting a bite to eat. Maneuvering his way around a sarcastic butler, his spinster sister, a run-in with an amorous werewolf, and a confrontation with a dead soldier and a French airship captain, Duncan finally finds exactly what he is thirsting for.

It's been a decade now. I can still feel the coldness of the barrel. The way the gunpowder smelled is still stained into my memories. Running was supposed to be easy; just avoid trouble when needed. But it follows me. The figure dancing in the shadows, refusing to leave my side. Everything was starting to get better, but then she appeared, the spitting image of her. She came asking me for help. The words that left her lips were a request I would never accept. But what if, what if there was a means to justify my guilt? A way to justify why I pulled the trigger that day.

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"