Transmigrating to Another World: Becoming a Capitalist Without Martial Morality

[Farming] + [Isekai] + [Multiple Races] + [Multiple Heroines] + [Comedy]

When I opened my eyes, I found myself as the weakest lord in another world, facing a siege by monsters and on the verge of total annihilation.

The old steward, holding the ancestral "holy sword," knelt before me with a tragic air: "My lord, only you can draw it and awaken the power of our ancestors!"

I looked at the group of emaciated militiamen behind him, and then at the densely packed army of monsters below the city wall.

Then, I silently opened the "system shop" in my mind, skipped the Holy Sword icon, and clicked directly on the one next to it—

[Limited-time flash sale for 599,000 gold coins: Dongfeng-17 Hypersonic Missile (Otherworldly Magical Edition), with bonus precision strike service]

“Um…” I patted the butler on the shoulder and spoke up in his hopeful gaze.

Can our warehouse be used as collateral for a loan?