A Hammerman was unexpectedly reborn and found himself turned into a baby.

Good news: He has his own growth and evolution system.

Bad news: He doesn't seem to have a dick.

Good news: He... oh no, she was born in a hive world.

Bad news: she's in the bottom nest.

Good news: The system clearly states that it has nothing to do with Tzeentch.

Bad news: I don’t know if it’s true or not.

…

【During infancy, the cumulative number of breaths is 100,000.】

[Gained the talent {Unlimited Growth}: Physical strength can be increased without limit through training.]

[During early childhood, a cumulative total of 500 falls.]

[Gained the talent "King of Fall Resistance": More ways to fall, immune to fall damage, more prone to accidents when riding in aircraft]

In the perilous world of Warhammer, she experienced many hardships, but never forgot her dream in her previous life -

"I really want to go to the Warhammer world and become a Space Marine with my good brothers."

(ps: This book is a lobster-certified recruitment channel)

The war in the kingdom intensified, and the orcs from the North were ready to take action. They traveled through time and became the ninth son of an earl. He was not qualified to inherit the title, but accidentally obtained the daily intelligence system. With the help of the daily intelligence system, he began to build a territory and obtain the title.

[Daily information has been updated]

[1: Renn was wandering around the Lucerne town market today and accidentally bought a life fruit from Mijie's pulp shop. After taking it, he officially condensed the life seeds]

[2: In the northern part of your territory, there is an extremely rich iron mine among the Golimbo tribe]

[3: In ten days, your territory will be attacked by tauren]

[4. After seven days, there will be a group of unicorns looking for food in the west of your territory]

【5：............】

[6: Engel Dressrosa seems to have some troubles, coming from the limitations of his own strength]

【7:......】

This is a time of great powers: The vast Persia, Sparta that was founded by force, Athens with its trade and business, Thebes the rising star, The ambitious Macedonia, The twin heroes of the Western Mediterranean, The rising Rome and so on.

This is an era of brilliant stars: Agesilaus II – the last king of Sparta, Epaminondas – the Rising General of Thebes, Philip II – the founder of Macedonian’s hegemon, Dionysius – the tyrant of Syracuse, Camillus – the Roman dictator and savior…

This is an era of contention among a hundred schools of thought: Plato – the great philosopher, Antisthenes – founder of cynicism, Pythagoras – school of number, Democritus – the encyclopedia scholar, Hippocrates – the father of western medicine, Aristophanes – the great dramatist…

What will the hero bring to the world when he comes to this age as a humble mercenary through rebirth?

Chen Yan travels between worlds, ending up becoming an honorable prince in a medieval fantasy world. Yet this world was not quite as simple as he thought. Witches with magical powers abound, and fearsome wars between churches and kingdoms rage throughout the land.

Roland, a prince regarded as hopeless by his own father and assigned to the worst fief, spends his time developing a poor and backward town into a strong and modern city, while fighting against his siblings for the throne and absolute control over the kingdom. Join Roland as he befriends and allies with witches and, through fighting and even farming, pushes back invaders coming from the realm of evil.

[MC + Western Fantasy + Lord]

(Alternate Title: The Growth Diary of a God and His Church)

In the third year of the Light Calendar on the Rodri Continent, Ian addressed his people:

"I've said this countless times—defeating the Abyss and the Demon King doesn’t automatically make me the God of Light! And my MC world is not the Kingdom of Light!"

"Dragons—my Ender Dragon is not your Dragon God! Tell those dragonesses to stop coming here asking for offspring!"

"Dwarves—quit obsessing over Iron Golems and start researching Redstone technology! Golems don’t reproduce, no matter how much you tinker with them!"

"Elves—stop using bone meal to force the World Tree to grow! The Winged Clan has filed multiple complaints—your trees are shooting up like rockets and invading their territory!"

"At this rate, I might as well relocate all of you to the Twilight Forest!"

"And finally! Call me..."

Traveling through Tianlong, becoming Murong Fu, ambitious and unwilling to lie down.

This emperor, the Zhao family can do it, why can't I?

No way!

Beiming, Douzhuan, Jianglong, Yijinjing...

Song Dynasty, Dali, Liao Dynasty, Xixia...

The country is so beautiful that countless heroes compete for it!

Divine skills, beauties, and the country, all must be grasped, all must be strong!

“I saw with my own eyes that they used the finest, rustproof refined steel to make utensils and cans, filling them with just a little food, then casually throwing them away after eating.”

“I saw with my own eyes that they used giant beasts as tall as mountains to devour soil and rocks, digging out underground cities, just to park their steel carriages beneath the surface.”

“I saw with my own eyes that they fed glowing ores into an everlasting stellar furnace, unleashing a radiance brighter than the sun.”

“I saw with my own eyes all those indescribable things.”

“Their iron birds covered the sky, their steel ships filled the ocean, their war machines tore the earth asunder, and their gods walked upon the world.”

“You must think I’m mad.”

“But it doesn’t matter.”

“It has already seen you.”

***

Oil is Its blood.

Thick smoke is Its breath.

Ore and steel are Its food.

The countless cargo ships in the harbors are Its myriad offspring.

The place of origin stamped in the corner is Its silent mockery.

They claim they are mere mortals.

Child, you’d best not argue.

You must understand:

Their technology is beyond comprehension.

Their production capacity is unimaginable.

A mere glimpse of their creations will drive you insane.

Their morale surpasses even the most fanatical worshippers of dark gods.

How will you stop them?

With your sword, child? Or your flesh and blood?

You should be grateful that they still consider themselves mortals.

***

“I’ve finished building my factory, and now you’re telling me this world runs on idealism?!”

“Wait, then what the hell did I just create?”