[Hardcore Farming] + [Lord Building] + [National Revitalization through Technology] + [Everyone's a Career Advocate] + [Refreshing Read]

A stable, ongoing series; farming enthusiasts, feel free to jump in!

Dr. Lin Yi, an agronomy expert, transmigrates to another world and becomes a down-on-his-luck baron in a barren wasteland. He starts with a dilapidated house, facing barren saline-alkali land and surrounding bandits.

No problem, knowledge is power! Composting and soil improvement, seedling cultivation, canal construction and road building... He used modern technology to master agricultural skills, transforming wasteland into fertile granaries.

But Lin Yi gradually discovered that in this world, the rewards of cultivating agriculture went far beyond abundant produce—

The knightly order, on the verge of disbanding, was reborn thanks to his provisions and planning, becoming an impregnable protector.

A wandering business genius, attracted by his innovative products, joined hands to create a trade network spanning the continent.

The mage, who was engrossed in his research, was impressed by his magical plant cultivation techniques and took the initiative to join in promoting agricultural innovation;

Even the elves and imperial envoys from afar extended olive branches of cooperation due to the prosperity and order of this land…

Lin Yi: "At first, I really just wanted to farm."

This is a legendary story of using hoes and wisdom to expand territory in another world, build an ideal home together, and move forward side by side with many like-minded people.

Duanmu Yan transmigrated. Knowing nothing about Solaris, he had to join Everard Bank to survive. Every day, he not only had to work intensely but also deal with inspections from his superiors. "Actually, Miss Duanmu, you're really tall." "Nothing happened between Miss Cantrela and me; I just slept at her place." "You ask who that blond guy standing so close to me is? There are two blond guys here, one is a female sports student, and the other is a magical girl. Who are you talking about, Miss Duanmu?" "Zane? Uh… my relationship with her is very pure." "By the way, Miss Duanmu. This is something Miss Cantrela specially asked me to bring you. It's supposedly her own stewed beef and potatoes; I hope you like it."… The next day, Duanmu Yan was fired for stepping into the company with his left foot first.

Ten years into his life, Xu Qingshan transmigrated to the Great Zhou Dynasty. He married a girl who had fled from war. He thought his life would continue simply like this, until he saw his wife's portrait on a wanted poster issued by a righteous sect. At first, he thought it was just a resemblance, until that very night, his gentle and kind wife secretly put ten catties of arsenic in his water vat. Unaware of this, he drank it and died instantly. When he opened his eyes again, Xu Qingshan was reborn. [First time, you were poisoned to death by your wife with arsenic!] [Second time, you were bitten to death by your wife using five-poison spiders!] [Third time, your wife acknowledged you as a good person, but casually killed you!] [Fourth time, your wife used her charm on you, and you died from overwork!] Xu Qingshan discovered that each death reverted his progress, and he received a reward for each day he survived at his wife's hands. Finally, he was killed...

"It has now been discovered that the mortal Chen Shun'an has accumulated many good deeds and merits. He is hereby specially appointed as the Grass-Head God [Water-Splitter Who Collects Dew], and is granted a Grass Talisman, thus elevating his divine position."

"Thank you so much, Great God, for bestowing upon me this divine title. I am deeply grateful!"

Chen Shunan immediately knelt down and automatically assumed the identity of 'minor god'.

However, no one responded.

Chen Shunan mustered his courage and looked up.

The speaker was merely an unnamed divine scroll, its position conspicuously vacant!

Chen Shunan's eyes widened suddenly, and an extremely bold idea rose in his mind!

He grabbed it!

"Since the position of Water Emperor is vacant and no one is going to take it, I'll take it."

...

When Dongzhou entered the pass, it ruled the world with the power of shamans and demons. The disciples of Baishan took control of the court, and all kinds of lineages were defeated and fled.

However, the dynasty's reign was short-lived. At that time, the dynasty was coming to an end, and the world was in chaos and demonic phenomena were frequent.

Externally, various religions are knocking on our door with their new doctrines, smuggling hibiscus incense; internally, secret societies are forming alliances to subvert the state.

Three thousand unorthodox paths, eight hundred side sects, one hundred and eight upper sects, Dragon Tiger Golden Elixir, the Eight Schools of Supreme Enlightenment, the God of the Spiritual Path, the Civil and Martial Pu'an... the lineage is restored.

Chen Shun'an, who was fifty years old and knew the will of Heaven, transmigrated to this world. He struggled for most of his life, but he was still just a water carrier from a bitter well in the capital. He accidentally obtained a scroll of the "True Spirit Treasure Edict of the Three Primal Water Officials", which gave him control over the mountains and rivers of the world and made him the Water Official of the Three Primal Elements.

As time goes by, all dharma is like a dream, an illusion, a bubble.

Only when waterways are flowing freely can I dwell amidst heaven and earth.

[Foundation] — [System] — [Refreshing Story] — [Containment Team] — [No Female Lead]

Human beings have been living for 250,000 years, but only the last 4,000 years are meaningful.

So what have we been doing for nearly 250,000 years? We've been hiding in caves, sitting around small campfires, fearing things we don't understand—explanations of how the sun rises, monsters with human heads and bird bodies, living stones. So we call them "gods" and "demons," and ask them for forgiveness and pray for salvation.

Then, their numbers decreased, and our numbers increased. As we feared fewer things, we began to view the world more rationally. However, the inexplicable things did not disappear, as if the universe deliberately chose to appear absurd and inexplicable.

Humanity can no longer live in fear. Nothing can protect us; we must protect ourselves.

While others live in the sunlight, we must fight them in the shadows and prevent them from being exposed to the public eye, so that others can live in a rational, ordinary world.

We control, we contain, we protect.

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[An anomaly detected; system activated]

[Identification code: 001]

[The current top leader of the foundation has been confirmed as Wu Feng]

[Please take on the important task of the Foundation for the Reconstruction of the Universe]

[Our Last Hope]

Yang Jing, through a stroke of luck, transmigrated to a chaotic dynasty ravaged by war, becoming a favored peasant boy. His family scrimped and saved to support his martial arts training, but his innate talent was ordinary, destined for mediocrity and disappointment. However, Yang Jing discovered that he only needed to cultivate his martial arts techniques to a critical point to break through to a higher realm.

This means that what is extremely dangerous for others poses no risk to Yang Jing.

He is destined to rise to the highest level of power!

Lowe: "Um, Surtr, how do you use this 'Leivatin'?" "Lowe, watch carefully, I'll only teach you once." "The power of fire, it's used like this." A tall demon appeared behind Surtr, its arms outstretched, grasping the two-meter-long greatsword. "Leivatin!" Talulah: "Don't you Rhodes Island people have your own Originium Arts?"