In front of you is,

The founder of the new era of the German Wehrmacht, the developer of Middle Eastern oil, the venomous snake at the negotiating table, the leader of the Forward Party, the scalpel of the colonial dismantling, the shaper of the Millennium Reich—

Mr. Joad von Roman!

The political game of Kievan Rus is always so cruel. From Rurik, the founder of the dynasty, to the wise man who reached the pinnacle, poison, daggers and swords always loom in the shadows. The soul from the future became the prince of Rurik, and he walked forward in that...

He was lucky at the start. When Ron opened his eyes, he had become the son of Earl Snow Wolf!

Good news! The Snow Wolf family is extremely powerful. Although they are earls, their territory and strength are not much inferior to those of marquises.

Bad news! He's the fifth son! He has nothing to do with the inheritance!

Just when Ron thought it was just another old-fashioned family feud and wanted to apply to become the Lord of Tuo

Heir: Fifth brother! I heard you're heading to the border to expand territory? As expected of a child of my Snow Wolf family! As a start-up fund! I'll provide you with 3,000 serfs, a 100-man Black Iron Guard, and 10,000 gold coins!

The second Viscount's brother: Ron! My territory needs manpower, but I have full authority over the military! I can provide you with a hundred-man Black Iron Cavalry and ten Bronze Knights!

The third Baron: Brother! Go for it! I, your brother, don't have much else! But I have plenty of food! I've prepared enough food for ten thousand people for a year!

Magician Brother Four: Fifth Brother! The border is dangerous. I've prepared a hundred healing potions for you!

Count Dad: ....You guys have prepared everything! What should I do?

Ron: How about Dad, can you give me some money?

Count Dad: How much?

Ron: One hundred thousand!

Count Dad:........

Magician's Mom: Stop being stingy! Son! Here's two hundred thousand! Feel free to use it!

Uncle of the Border Knights: My nephew is a rookie, please take good care of him!

Border Noble: ....

Do you think that's the end?

The moment you reach the territory.

Ding! System activated, congratulations to the host for receiving the novice gift package Empire Armored Cavalry*10

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.”

A soul transported to the medieval era, quietly plotting a comeback. Set in a semi-fictional medieval world, this slow-burn but deeply satisfying tale follows the rise of a modern office worker who finds himself inhabiting the body of a fallen noble.

From a wandering, survivalist forest hunter to a low-ranking official gaining his foothold amidst chaos... From a trainee knight used as cannon fodder to a decorated military upstart... From restoring a baronial title through valor in battle to being granted a viscountship by strategic maneuvering— Watch as he steadily crafts a different kind of medieval legacy, blending modern insight with old-world grit.

Aslan was born again, reborn to the day when his family drove to the border to farm land fifty years ago.

He once rose here and developed the poorest region of Merlot in the kingdom into the richest commercial city on the mainland.

In this life, he doesn’t want to be a lord and a minister, he wants to be an emperor.

Below one person is above ten thousand.

Aslan famous saying.

The lord who doesn’t want to be the emperor is just not a good lord.

The situation in the kingdom is getting worse and worse. The orcs in the north are ready to move, and the giants in Iceland are busy building ships.

The five-colored dragons who can only breathe dragons and cast some simple spells gather their followers in the wilderness.

Levi traveled through time and became a pioneer noble.

The north is occupied by elves, dwarves, orcs, centaurs, harpies, pigmen, goblins, lizardmen...

Dangers are everywhere.

There are murderous intentions among the nobles.

He can't rely on much, only the full-level Mount and Blade panel and the beautiful and kind queen...

ps: [Open the unparalleled! ] [Mowing] [Farming] [Lord] [Conquer]

Emperor Gabela: The Imperial Army is invincible on land.

Orc Chieftain: Each of the tribal warriors is as good as ten.

Emerald Elf King: The forest ranger never misses his target.

President of the Horn Bay Alliance: The alliance fleet is the undisputed ruler of the sea.

A mysterious organization: The prophesied era will eventually come.

Paul Graman: I am not targeting anyone, everyone here is trash.

The journey of crushing the low-magic plane with guns and cannons begins...

Western fantasy + slow start + multi-race + mercenaries + business + lord farming. Traveling to a Western fantasy world where magic power is extremely declining, from a poor man who is about to starve to death to a high position step by step, from a mercenary to a caravan and then to a noble, every step is full of hardships.

"Twenty Thousand Years of Magic Empire" "The elves criticized us humans for having no faith and no reverence; they accused our magic of being too utilitarian and making the undead work in the fields; they laughed at humans for not having the protection of the racial gods and being just savage monkeys." "Let me clarify: Yes, we are barbarians!" "Forget about those boring disputes about faith, culture, and moral speculation." "When the empire wins, scholars will defend us." "To conquer the astral world, we need 100 stable portals, 1,000 star battleships, 100,000 well-trained spellcasters, the coordination of a thousand-member wizard council and a magic education system that teaches everyone. In short, we need a great empire!" ……………Returning from the end of time, Erian witnessed the end of this Western fantasy universe with his own eyes. Someone must stand up and unify all the planes...