In the world after the catastrophe, humans rely on the Lord Alliance to survive and grow.

Chen Ping won the first place in the academy, and awakened the Lord's talent during the trial: God rewards hard work.

As long as you work hard, you will definitely get something in return.

In his territory, the peasants are agricultural masters, and

even druids have to bow down to them. In his territory, the workers are technology fanatics, and it is easy for them to rub Gundams with their bare hands. In his territory

, the mages talk about the theory of the Supreme Dimensional Magic Network...

In his territory, the warriors can beat terrifying monsters just by lifting weights every day...

The gods sneaked into the territory and were shocked, asking the people for the secret of becoming stronger.

People in the territory: What? Isn't it normal to get rewards for your efforts?

God: emmm, I also apply to become a citizen of Chen Ping......

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)

[Middle Ages, lords, alien races, gods, pirates...]

As a bandit leader, Lin En had no obligation to change this era.

But he unexpectedly got a baron's commission and became a fake lord.

Farming, road construction, mining, steelmaking, recruiting followers... Build a territory and a strong army that transcends the times!

Sorry, I'm not a lord, but I want to blow up this ignorant and backward lord era.

In the howling northern wilderness, Louis Calvin wrapped himself in a wolfskin cloak and stood alone on an ice cliff.

As the son of a duke, he was thrown into this permafrost wilderness by his family in the name of "opening up glory".

He thought he was doomed, but he didn't expect the daily intelligence system to be activated:

[Thirty-seven frozen hungry wolves are lurking in the southeast valley and will raid the territory tonight.]

[The corpse of an ancient god will float out of the ice lake at dawn, and the divinity of winter will remain in its heart.]

[The Plantagenet Church will regard you as a blasphemer, and the Holy Flame Knights have embarked on the road to the north]

[The undead frenzy will sweep across the continent, and only one in a million humans will survive.]

...

While the southern nobles were scheming for power, Louis's cavalry had already crushed the barbarian tribes.

The frost dragon roared over the Frost Iron Wall.

Winter has arrived, and this storm will eventually engulf the entire continent.

“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?”