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.”

[No system + Western fantasy lord + warrior + magician + plane world + gods + demons + traditional Western fantasy]

The Blue Star man was reborn as Ang, a reserve soldier in another world. In order to experience the different wonders of that other world, he practiced both warrior and magic, became a nobleman, a lord, and a chaos lord, step by step reaching the pinnacle of the world, fighting against nobles, royal families, demons, and even gods.

Over 3.4 million words have been updated, with a target of 5.5 million words. You can watch it with confidence.

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.

(Western fantasy + farming + hegemony + low magic to high magic + plane war + no sending girl self-green + slow heat + non-mount and blade fan fiction + non-ascension cool story + flexible moral bottom line)

Traveling through a different world, accidentally inheriting the barony, the lord farming, family business, from low magic to high magic, from baron to emperor, and then starting the plane war, the conquest of all worlds.

In this world, fighting spirit and magic complement each other, humans, elves, dwarves, orcs... compete to bloom the light of civilization and compose a vast epic!

Jiang Ran traveled to another world and became the lord of a town.

In this world, farming can actually produce monsters! ! The demon spirit is very cute, knows how to act coquettishly and is very capable.

While Jiang Ran harvested wild demon insects with his pair of purple jade magic pupils, others were still struggling to cultivate a demon insect.

When other territories finally cultivated a monster, Jiang Ran already had a young fairy.

When other lords were proud of owning a holy fairy and could finally hold their heads high, Jiang Ran took out a bunch.

Everyone: ...Isn’t it good to be a human being? ! !

...

In the outside world, monsters are rampant and the territories are strictly divided into levels...

Jiang Ran adheres to the Buddhist idea that what has come has come, and with a wave of his hand, he makes rain fall, and gradually upgrades a small town-level territory to a county-level, prefecture-level, city-level... and even a hegemonic country-level territory!

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

"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...

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]

Bags of salt, spices, and sugar piled up from the store to the street, and full merchants drove in and out of the carriage.

The air is filled with the fragrance of various spices.

This is a prosperous city by the oasis, thumping sounds and loom sounds one after another, and business in the workshops of the craftsmen is booming.

The banner of Baron Kant, the heir to the Kingdom of Swadia, hangs on the gate of the town.

The happy life of the local residents is full of love and admiration for the lord.

Soldiers with crossbows were on alert on the city walls, and infantrymen wearing chain mails were patrolling the streets, a peaceful scene.