CyberZouan, Machinarium by Randkiel

"You are mine and only mine, do you hear me?"

"Where did she come from? I hate her, get rid of her now."

"Recalibrate and fire again, and this time we will show no mercy."

"You are completely crazy!"

"Crazy? This is Zaun!!"

(The setting of the War of the Two Cities is the main fan fiction, and the other background stories of League of Legends are set as auxiliary. There are some magical changes. Now that Riot has started to eat the book, I can feel free to make magical changes)

Chapter 1 Hello, Zuan

What kind of city is Zaan?

Most Zaun people, especially those in the Dance Corridor and the Middle Plaza, would think that they work hard all day, but have to listen to the bullshit of the Piltover people. They shed blood and sweat, but in the end they are drunk by a group of people "with rouge on their butts", and the gold hex in their pockets are taken away, leaving them with only a few coins as their hard-earned money.

From time to time, the upper-class blue-skinned people would show off their power and conduct another search with their large number of guns. At this time, every Zaunite would reach a consensus: Zaun is the Zaun of Zaunites, not a place for Piltover people to clean up garbage.

In the eyes of those who consider themselves masters in Zaun, these law enforcement officers are sissies. They dress like humans all day long, but none of them can fight if they really start a fight.

As for the people of Piltover, the major guilds and families generally believe that Zaun has been able to develop to what it is today entirely due to the large amount of trade brought by Piltover's "Sun Gate". If Piltover lets in a little bit of trade during its development, it will be enough for Zaun to earn. The people of Lower Town should be grateful and serve honestly, and it would be best if they did not rush to Piltover and make a scene like they did a few years ago.

To the civilians of Piltover, Zaun is a group of strange and pitiful people. As noble progressives of Piltover, they need to care for and have expectations for the people of Zaun - at least that's what most Piltover people who have never lost their wallets in the Dance Corridor think.

As for Enoch, he couldn't understand no matter how hard he thought. Located in a geographical environment similar to the Strait of Malacca in the previous life, the transportation bottleneck benefits alone could support high social welfare. What went wrong led to the current relationship between Zaun and Piltover.

After all, you can't expect a kid from the lower city who was just a keyboard pioneer in his previous life and just woke up in this life to find that his guardian, who was suspected to be the Zaun Tinker, fell in the unchanging sewer gas of Zaun to simply sort out the deep-seated conflicts between Piltover and Zaun.

Time waits for no one, so Enoch can only collect all the recyclables around him, including scrap metal, broken mechanical parts, and freshly dismantled mechanical prostheses covered with chemical residues, and try to transform them into any possible capital to escape from Zaun's poisonous gas.

Unfortunately, even in a world full of magical miracles, not everyone has magical talent - magical talent in Valoran is like a Steinway piano. If you are not born with it, you will probably never get it in your lifetime.

Enoch had tried magic more than once, whether it was based on the groundless legends or the Demacia smuggled forbidden magic stones. He could say with certainty that he would never be able to make a big fireball in his lifetime.

Fortunately, Enoch discovered that he had a talent for mechanics that was beyond his imagination. As long as he had enough materials and alternative energy sources, plus blueprints that looked feasible, Enoch could ignore the limitations of precision and material strength and directly make the mechanical products he wanted with his hands.

It was thanks to this sudden golden finger that he was able to use the garbage he picked up to build an internal circulation underwater exploration helmet. With the help of Benso in the middle square, he made a fortune from a speculator in Bilgewater.

Don't get me wrong, Enoch is willing to guarantee that if the diver's body can withstand the water pressure at 200 meters, the helmet will work properly. But considering that the material used to make this thing is a bit shabby, maybe it can be used twice? Maybe three times.

By providing Benso's shop with some Zaun-style high-powered mechanical contraband, Enoch finally managed to buy a shop in Zaun's "upper city". Not only was the place far away from the main street of the Dance Corridor, but it was also very small. After hanging up the main products, there was no room left, not even a bed. But anyway, he finally settled down here.

"Maybe I should get a cat," Enoch muttered, doing his daily cleaning work as usual. After all, this is the closest place to Piltover, and there are often people from Piltover who want to find something new and fun to come and take a look at some of the new and interesting things in Zaun.

The people of Piltover like to carry some mechanical creations on their bodies, which can show that they are progressive intellectuals of the Upper City, and the fluorescent chemicals that are unique to Zaun will definitely attract other people's attention. However, most people in Piltover do not have a deep understanding of Zaun - not all alchemical technology is suitable for the human body.

"I've decided. I'll find a way to get a prettier cat. Maybe it will attract some Piltover guys." After cleaning the dust at the door, Enoch nodded at the neat door. If he wanted Piltover people to come in and spend money, he had to clean it up and show a high-end style. "Get a cat named Mr. Bigworth. No, maybe Mickey would be better. Anyway, no one can come to bother me." 11

Lying down on the only chair behind the counter, he continued to complete the unfinished mechanical prosthetics. Enoch was full of hope for his future. Before he came of age, he could own his own small shop in the Dance Corridor, which was still engaged in alchemical machinery. Although he still had to pay a protection fee on time every month, as long as he built something big to scare Piltover, maybe the Noxian war masons would come to him.

At that time, even as just a weapons manufacturer, Enoch could find ways to improve the surrounding environment and try to live a fulfilling life.

As for where Noxus will attack after getting the alchemy technology, to be honest, Enoch doesn't care now.

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"Ding Ling" the wind chime hung by Enoch at the door made a crisp sound, which was undoubtedly the most exciting sound, indicating that another rich man from Piltover came here to seek excitement.

"May the gears turn forward, dear guest. All items in our store are open to personal customization. At the same time, we can provide services such as tritium gas tube modification, color-changing lighting configuration, and luminous reagent dyeing according to your requirements." Just like in the usual training, Enoch quickly put on a smile, but when he saw the guests clearly, the smile quickly collapsed. These four were definitely not people who could be taken advantage of.

A tomboy-looking girl with short pink hair that was rarely seen in the city pushed the door open and walked in, followed by three people. It was obvious that Enoch's store was not satisfactory to them in terms of decoration style or environment. For four people, the store was too small.

"Oh, my apologies. May the haze not enter your home. I guess you are the famous Wei." Enoch straightened his clothes and guessed the purpose of the four little guys under Black Alley Vander's visit today. Generally speaking, if Black Alley needed something, Huck or Benso would come forward to ask.

The four little guys were wandering around the store, occasionally showing off the merchandise, while Wei stared at Enoch for a while, resting one arm on the workbench she had just used, fiddling with the brass parts, pretending to be nonchalant: "What's the matter? The Piltover guys have seen so much that they can't even speak?"

Enoch smiled but said nothing. The tone and the posture were definitely Wei. He often heard Fandel showing off to Benso when delivering goods. Very interesting, very unique person.

"So, you're what they call little finger?"

I take back what I said. This kid really doesn't know how to talk. Enoch is beginning to hate her.

I'm a newbie, please bear with me.

Chapter 2: Don't you want to consider some trendy design?

"If you are looking for Enoch, the chief designer of Lothrian Technologies, that's me." Enoch tried hard to restrain his Zaun-style greeting.

The four people in front of him were all under Vandel's protection. Normally, Wei would even take over the affairs of the Black Alley. Since he was begging for food under them, Enoch thought he should show enthusiasm.

"I think he's just a junk dealer, not a chief designer." The person who spoke should be called Milo, his mouth and expression are as annoying as asking for a beating.

The blue-haired girl who had been staring at the mechanical components displayed in the counter since she entered the store looked up and asked, "Then why do people call you Little Finger?"

"I heard from the little guy that Littlefinger Enoch is very good at repairing small gadgets in Piltover - this is what Benso told him." Wei turned around and gestured to her companions, indicating that they should hurry to the counter and start talking about business.

"Maybe it's because some people who didn't respect me enough lost their fingers later." Enoch pressed the button under the table, and the door curtain outside the shop slowly dropped. No matter what he was going to talk about next, it would be best not to let others know.

"Oh, whatever. Let me introduce myself. I'm Violet, just call me Vi. This is Milo, Craig, and Baobao." Wei raised her eyebrows and changed the subject. "It's almost time. You should have something for Fandel."

"Yes, this is this month's." Enoch turned around and took out the sealed package from behind his chair and put it on the display table. "But why did you come to me this time? I usually deliver it to the tavern."

"We will be the ones to come from now on." Wei waved her hand

It can be seen that this is probably her first time to help Vander. Unlike the previous small fights within the small group, she seems very green in her first business dealings with Vander. At least her eyes are now wandering, which is completely different from when she usually beats people up.

Enoch understood that this was probably a wind blowing from somewhere, which made old-school gangsters like Vander change their minds and let their little bird go out to see the world. Thinking of this, Enoch pushed the package in his hand forward.

Wei looked relieved after receiving the package, and she was not as aggressive as when she first entered the room. "It seems that you are quite sensible. What are you doing here? Helping the Piltover guys pick up the trash?"

"Didn't Vander tell you?" Enoch asked.

"No, he just asked us to come over to get something and meet Little Finger." Seeing that the boss had calmed down, Milo started to interrupt again. After being glared at by Wei, he immediately sat down.

"It sounds like Vandel trusts me... and you too." Enoch brought out tea and snacks for the reception. "I mainly sell and repair prosthetic limbs, upgrade enhancement components, and sometimes some contraband from the upper city. By the way, I also customize them according to customer needs."

"To celebrate our future cooperation, please allow me to give you four some interesting little gadgets." Enoch walked around the counter and took a lot of interesting little things from the display cabinet.

Hearing this, the four immediately surrounded him. Wei first took a look and asked, "You just said that this can be customized? I want a pair of boxing gloves, how much is it?"

"Various kinds, depending on how strong you want to be." Enoch nodded and pulled out a product display catalog that had been prepared long ago from under the counter. "By the way, from the sound of your voice... don't you need to consider bows and arrows?"

"No, no, I don't even know how to use that thing."

Enoch opened the black and gold product catalog; a lot of thought went into making this thing look good, and it was inspired by the tire restaurant in his previous life.

It feels high-end and elegant at first glance.

"Please allow me to introduce the gold medal product. The 'Gorilla Arm' uses a high-performance impact-resistant skeleton. The best thing is that when you punch someone, the impact module can absorb the reaction force and store it." Enoch pointed to the picture and parameters on the promotional page. "Then release it when needed, most of the time on the opponent's face."

"With the corresponding tension upgrade components, you don't need to bring a key to go anywhere except the door of the Piltover Bank vault."

"Is this a glove?" Wei looked at the introduction picture. This thing looks too delicate, like a toy.

"No, this is a replacement prosthesis. It requires a minor surgery, after which a replacement arm can be installed. If you don't like your fists one day, I also support replacing them with mantis blades or catapult launchers."

"I like my fist very much. I haven't considered getting a new one for the time being." Wei suddenly realized that 'Littlefinger' Enoch might not just be a middleman who is good at repairing things in Piltover. Maybe he is a little crazier than he looks.

"This is complete prejudice," Enoch said. This is the first reaction of many people after hearing it. But he still stretched out his arm.

With a slight puffing sound, the normal skin separated along the metal wire, and a folded blade popped out from the upper arm, revealing its hideous appearance.

"Wow, cool!" The four people who had not yet been in the product catalog were shocked. Whether it was Wei, Milo or Craig, they all had unbelievable expressions. Only the youngest Baobao was excited. She has always liked mechanical things.

"This is the Mantis Blade I just introduced." Enoch turned his arm, showing his full flexibility. "Only after you install it can you feel it. This is a complete work of art. You can't find anything more low-key and dangerous than it even if you search all over Piltover and Zaun."

There was another light sound, and the Mantis Blade returned to its place smoothly. Looking at the arm again, except for a few metal patches, it was no different from a normal human hand. The metal patches on the hand seemed to be very consistent with the aesthetic of Piltover.

"Besides the fact that I have to remove some body parts, is there anything else?" There are many people who have installed prosthetic limbs, but they all had surgery because of accidents and had to be modified. I have never heard of anyone who would voluntarily dismantle their own limbs and replace them with metal substitutes.

"Yes, no problem, 'Crossbones' wrist strength enhancement device." After turning a few pages, a sleeve on the arm appeared in front of Wei.

"You can use chemical fuel to power it, and before the fuel runs out, you can smash some unfortunate person to pieces."

Wei fell in love with it at first sight. It looked much cooler than Fandel's cast iron gloves, and Wei had been imitating Fandel.

"If I want to make a reservation, how much money do I need to prepare?" Wei took great effort to look away from the items on display. It was true that Wei wanted it very much, but just as Fandel always taught her, Wei had always been an upright person, and she didn't want to apologize for anything for no reason.

Not to mention that Wei had heard some rumors about Enoch from Benso a long time ago. Wei knew how difficult it would be for a Zaun orphan to live without anyone to take care of him.

"I can give you a pair of boxing gloves for free. You can regard it as my gratitude and respect for Black Alley. Of course, the driving fuel will still be charged."

Enoch smiled with some ill intention. Vander had become more and more conservative since the failure of the bridge attack a few years ago. He tried hard to maintain the tacit understanding and stability between the upper city and the lower city. Now that he finally found a way to connect, Enoch wanted to try to promote himself again, and it would be best if some of the contraband he made could enter the circulation channels of the lower city in large quantities.

"Of course I would like to ask you to do me a favor."

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Chapter 3 Shouldering the Tacit Responsibility

Wei, who had ordered the boxing gloves, looked very happy. Without thinking too much, she leaned over and patted Enoch on the shoulder: "No problem, I will protect you from now on. Tell me what troubles you have?"

Enoch smiled and said, "It's not a big deal. I hope you can help me deliver something to Fandel and give it to him privately."

Wei frowned. This was unusual. Vander was the leader of the Black Alley. Generally, he was the right person to go to when there was a problem. And Vander was not a difficult person to talk to. As long as it did not cross the bottom line, he would always help.

"What is it? Is it important? Can't I give it myself?"

"How should I put it? This is a bit awkward. I've talked to Fandel a few times before, but he thinks I'm a bit... radical. Now when I go to talk to him, he always tries to change the subject." Enoch changed the subject and just found a cane and handed it to Wei. "He may not accept my gift."

After taking it and looking at it, Wei thought it was just an ordinary crutch and didn't see anything wrong with it. She handed it to Baobao who was following behind her, and then turned her head and said, "I would like to remind you in advance that Vander is in good health. He is not lame."

Enoch nodded. He knew, of course, that Vander was as strong as a bear.

"Wow, is this... a gun?" After fiddling with the cane for a while, Boom suddenly discovered that there was a small amount of mechanical structure hidden in the head of the cane. He opened the movable joints and found that the design of this thing was just like the gun held by the cops in Piltover.

Hearing this, everyone turned to look at Baobao. Enoch was surprised that Baobao could find the mechanism inside after just a few attempts. You know, in order to avoid being discovered, Enoch deliberately folded the trigger, so it should not be discovered so quickly.

Milo took the thing from Baobao's hand and said, "Don't talk nonsense, little guy." Just as he was about to fiddle with it for a while, he saw Wei's serious face and immediately handed the crutch away.

Wei did not take it, but turned to look at Enoch: "This thing is not suitable to appear in Zaun, Fandel will not accept it."

"I know, so I hope you can help me send it to Vander." Enoch knew that today's conversation was over, and he slowly raised the curtain again.

“Just send it privately.”

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It can be seen that the sudden appearance of a highly concealed offensive weapon in Zaun did make Vandel feel troubled. That night, before the shop door was even closed, Enoch received a message from Wei.

"Fandel wants to talk to you." Wei looked very upset, and left after saying this.

"I'm sorry if that gift embarrassed you in front of Vander." Enoch nodded, picked up the box he had prepared long ago and followed. "By the way, the gloves you ordered are basically ready. If you have time, you can come over and I'll help you make the final adjustments."

“Thanks.” Wei pulled up her hood, covering most of her face so that no one could see her expression.

"I don't understand why Vandel is so anxious. He gets angry when he sees your stuff. Why can the people in Piltover walk around with guns, but Zaun has to... Never mind, it's nothing. Hurry up and don't let Vandel wait anxiously."

"Going to Fulgrim's Tavern?"

"No, Fandel is waiting for you in our base."

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For some time Vander had been looking at the things on the table before him. If it had not been for the flickering of his pipe, one would have thought he was asleep.

Looking at the crutch, Vandel couldn't help but think of the time when he met Inol before. At that time, he had just broken up with Hilco not long ago, and he was determined not to let Zaun bleed in vain. Then, this kid got the news from somewhere, and dared to come to him with a bunch of things wrapped in a piece of rag and want to invest.

Originally, he was thought to be an orphan who just wanted to try his luck, and Vander himself was thinking about how he could help.

God knows that the rag is full of guns, both long and short. Damn it, even if I lead people to rush to the Piltover Bridge, the guns in the hands of those law enforcement officers will not be as diverse as the ones in this bag now.

"Here we go, old man."

A familiar voice interrupted the meeting. Vandel recognized that it was Wei who came back. Vandel took a breath and felt that he needed to have a good chat with the little guy. Perhaps he had avoided the topic for too long. He wondered what "Little Finger" was thinking now.

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