[Otherworldly Soul Transmigration, Swords and Magic, Lord Battles, Farming and Money Making, Quest System]

The story of a soul transmigrating to Middle-earth in the world of Might and Magic, becoming a descendant of a fallen noble family, using the experience of his previous life to rise from slavery to lord, befriending various forces, and vying for supremacy over Middle-earth.

This book combines elements from Might and Magic, Heroes of Might and Magic, and Total War.

The reborn prince of the Swabian branch of the Hohenzollern family, Heichingen, is seeing the situation in Europe and a war is about to begin. This continent does not wait. Enclosure, immigration and development of East Africa, establishing the foundation of agriculture, one step at a time, using the crisis to achieve industrialization.

Humanity is isolated in a corner, surrounded by monsters and riven by internal conflict. Bandits, wars, beast hordes, and monsters! The land wailes, and the people suffer! As an alchemist, Los has been tragically consigned to the borderlands of the Kingdom of Roland. But he thrives on his skills and knowledge! From slash-and-burn agriculture to intensive farming, from cold weapons to gunpowder volleys, and from the medieval era to the atomic age, thousands of years of technological advancement are now emerging in Los's hands! The times are accelerating!

Raven Griffith, a scum, a villain, a sex addict, the only remaining heir of the Baron family...

And he is about to become a victim of a blood sacrifice ritual.

Since there is no way to retreat, he can only move forward and break through the deadlock with his calmness and wisdom.

But the real crisis has just begun.

Greedy nobles, corrupt bureaucrats, rigid church, fierce aliens, cruel cults, fate has shown its ferocious fangs to Raven.

Raven has to rely on the knowledge and wisdom from Blue Star, as well as the instincts and experience accumulated in this body, to accumulate wealth, expand territory, enhance strength, and crush the crises that come one after another.

From baron, to viscount, earl, marquis, duke, and even - king!

...

Many years later, "Queen Collector, Emperor of the Elf Empire, Khan of the Glorious Orcs, Conqueror of the Bloody Highlands, Lord of the Continent and the Ocean, Protector of Life, True God in the World" Raven, wearing the ninth-level armor [Blood King] and holding [Endless Front], sat on the throne and said righteously:

"Many people say that I relied on madness, shamelessness, meanness, and cunning to plot the throne.

But this is pure slander!

I can achieve today's achievements from the wisdom, nobility, elegance and kindness in my bones!"

...

The mighty history has never been judged by simple right and wrong.

The sword light and shadow in the soft and gentle, the intrigue in the turbulent clouds, and the appearance of the schemes!

The killing intention is written on the face, the forgiveness is in the heart, but in the end, the fate is handed over to God.

"Empire Chronicle Volume 1"

Framed by a coalition of nobles, the decorated war hero Farra Jago is stripped of the Count title he was promised.

Tossed aside like a beggar, the king grants him the lowly title of Baron and exiles him to a remote fiefdom in the mountains.

An ennoblement in name, an exile in truth.

Fara accepts it all with a smile. The moment he does, the ‘useless’ system that lay dormant within him finally awakens to its second stage.

Faction Bound: Jago Barony.

Kill count after your faction declares war will be counted as the host’s.

A smirk plays on Fara’s lips.

“To kill one is a crime; to slaughter ten thousand makes you a hero!”

In this chaotic era where crowns are stained with blood and thrones are built upon bones, there must be a place for me, Farra Jago!

A hundred years later, he is known by many names: The First Emperor. The Eternal Monarch. The Demon King.

When magic fuses with mecha, and steam power harmonizes with mana, a true iron torrent is unleashed upon the world.

Elves? Dwarves? Werewolves? Orcs? Vampires? Dragons? Ghosts? Angels? Demons?

When my grand army descends, there is only one choice: SUBMIT!

Those who follow me shall prosper; those who oppose me shall perish! The Empire’s iron cavalry will fight from the underworld to the heavens, slaughtering their way from hell to paradise. Where they pass, all races bow in servitude. Within the Empire’s borders, there is no dissent.

“The Elven Queen? In my eyes, she is merely skilled at singing and dancing. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“Does it look like I’m negotiating with you?!”

“Have her brought to me on her knees. Otherwise, my three million iron cavalry will slaughter her city and exterminate her clan by dawn.”

“You know… I think I preferred you when you were still wild and defiant.”