Chen Yan travels between worlds, ending up becoming an honorable prince in a medieval fantasy world. Yet this world was not quite as simple as he thought. Witches with magical powers abound, and fearsome wars between churches and kingdoms rage throughout the land.

Roland, a prince regarded as hopeless by his own father and assigned to the worst fief, spends his time developing a poor and backward town into a strong and modern city, while fighting against his siblings for the throne and absolute control over the kingdom. Join Roland as he befriends and allies with witches and, through fighting and even farming, pushes back invaders coming from the realm of evil.

[Intel System] + [Urban Lighthearted Style] + [No Time Travel or Rebirth] + [Not an Orphan] + [No Show-off Face-slapping Tropes]

“This year’s projected number of graduates is 12.5 million, and over the next ten years, an estimated 120 million college students will graduate.”

As a regular junior-year undergraduate with a recent major family tragedy, Ye Su felt hopeless upon hearing this news.

But after unexpectedly binding with the Daily Intel System, Ye Su became filled with hope and longing for the future.

[Today's Intel]: A scratch-off lottery ticket named “Endless Rainbow” sold at the Ping Le Road lottery store contains a card worth ¥8,000.

[Today's Intel]: At the upcoming ghost market on Lichang Road, a stall will sell an old copy of Journey to the West, inside whose cover is hidden a rare “British Black Penny” stamp. Suggested resale price: ¥12,000.

[Today's Intel]: In a second-hand furniture shop on Renping Street, Tangyong Urban Village, there’s a sofa containing two gold bars, each weighing 200 grams.

…

At first, Ye Su only wanted to earn a little money with the system to help his family through their crisis…

"So, Xiao Ke, how did you join the company?"

"Me? I think I'm a refiner."

Zhang Chulan looked at Liu Ke who was hammering iron sheets and making a red mecha, and couldn't help but curl his lips.

"What kind of refinement is this? Do you think I haven't watched Marvel?"

“I saw with my own eyes that they used the finest, rustproof refined steel to make utensils and cans, filling them with just a little food, then casually throwing them away after eating.”

“I saw with my own eyes that they used giant beasts as tall as mountains to devour soil and rocks, digging out underground cities, just to park their steel carriages beneath the surface.”

“I saw with my own eyes that they fed glowing ores into an everlasting stellar furnace, unleashing a radiance brighter than the sun.”

“I saw with my own eyes all those indescribable things.”

“Their iron birds covered the sky, their steel ships filled the ocean, their war machines tore the earth asunder, and their gods walked upon the world.”

“You must think I’m mad.”

“But it doesn’t matter.”

“It has already seen you.”

***

Oil is Its blood.

Thick smoke is Its breath.

Ore and steel are Its food.

The countless cargo ships in the harbors are Its myriad offspring.

The place of origin stamped in the corner is Its silent mockery.

They claim they are mere mortals.

Child, you’d best not argue.

You must understand:

Their technology is beyond comprehension.

Their production capacity is unimaginable.

A mere glimpse of their creations will drive you insane.

Their morale surpasses even the most fanatical worshippers of dark gods.

How will you stop them?

With your sword, child? Or your flesh and blood?

You should be grateful that they still consider themselves mortals.

***

“I’ve finished building my factory, and now you’re telling me this world runs on idealism?!”

“Wait, then what the hell did I just create?”