[Infinite flow] [The protagonist has high IQ + succubus physique] [Many female protagonists are not vases] [Try not to lower intelligence QAQ]

The protagonist is emotionally stable and has a decent outlook on life. He is definitely not a saint.

In 2030, a group of mysterious people calling themselves the Order appeared on Blue Planet.

They brought about the end of the world, but at the same time gave humanity a glimmer of "hope" for survival.

They selected 1,200 lords from around the world and granted them territories. The lords need to continuously clear dungeons to develop their territories and build them into the last safe haven for mankind.

While other lords were struggling to fight in thrilling dungeons, Ling Jue accidentally started playing a development game in the dungeon.

A powerful witch, raised!

Raise a fox demon with a sweet tooth!

Raise the AI ​​that wants to destroy the world!

…

There's another lone Orderer? Hmm... let's try raising it too!

“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?”