The cries of a newborn echoed through the grand halls of House Gray, a respected Count family of the Empire of Eldora. Servants rushed about, and the family celebrated the birth of their heir.
That child… was me.
But unlike any other infant, I opened my eyes not in confusion, but in clarity. My mind was overflowing—not with the thoughts of a newborn, but with the memories of my past life. I was once a brilliant inventor, a man who understood machines, engines, and strategy. I had died with regrets, but fate had given me another chance.
This time, I was born into a world ruled not by science, but by magic.
Even as I lay wrapped in silk blankets, I could feel the faint mana in the air—it pulsed like an endless ocean, filling every corner of this land. This was the energy that powered kingdoms, toppled armies, and decided the fate of empires.
But I… I was different.
Not only could I feel magic, I remembered technology. And in this new world, I realized something: if I could combine the two, I could create wonders far beyond imagination.
"Congratulations, my lord, it's a boy," said the maid, bowing to my father, Count Edward Gray.
My father was smiling, he took me in his arm. He placed a hand on my small head. "You will grow strong, my son. Strong enough to carry the name of Gray."
If only he knew… I was already planning it. In my past life, I dreamed of creating machines of war—giant beasts of steel and fire. Here, I could do more. With magic as my foundation, I would build mechanical dragon drones, powered by mana instead of fuel, with wings of steel and cores of crystal.
As I drifted off to sleep in my mother's arms, I smiled inwardly.
This world was full of nobles, mages, and swordsmen… but none of them could rival what I would become.
I was born as a Count's heir.
I carried the genius of my past life.
And with magic and machines together—I would build an Empire greater than any before.