[Farming + Magic + Action + War]

Levi Norman is the eldest son of the current Duke of Normandy. Because of his laziness, foolishness, and dissolute nature, he was exiled by his father to the poor and remote region of Gelland after he came of age.

Barren land, impoverished people, dilapidated cities, weak soldiers, rampant bandits, and the watchful eyes of powerful neighbors.

Having transmigrated, Li Wei only had a few dozen guards who were also abandoned, and he faced numerous difficulties.

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"Lord Rexxar, you only have one main task! That is to make money for me! Make money! And make more money!"

"Money isn't everything, but you can't do anything without it!"

"War, what a fascinating yet cruel word! It makes the losers lose everything! It gives the victors everything! Power! Wealth! Fame!"

"Elite? I'll take on the elite! Bring the Meteorite Tribe's magic cannons and blast them to smithereens!"

"I may not be a saint, but I just want the people who follow me to live a decent life! What a load of bull, slavery! Bah!"

...

Beneath the empire's calm surface, undercurrents surged; driven by ambition, various nobles were eager to make their move.

Dwarves, elves, snake people, sea creatures, and monsters!

Powerful magic, formidable combat skills, mysterious traditions, and devout believers.

A hundred races coexist, a life-or-death battle, an epic of magic!

The Outland God Anaric has many names. It is the evil god recognized by the secular world, the polluter of the world, the corrupter of souls, the invisible and intangible darkness and the end, leading everything to the end of collapse and extinction. The last time Anaric came to reality, all babies born within eleven years had no self-awareness, and only deformed bodies continued to devour and excrete endlessly.

However, believers who worship it claim that Anaric is the true god, the only god who has no origin and is not created, and has always existed. The gods that are widely worshipped today are nothing more than demons born from the breath of the true gods. To believe in them is to destroy the freedom of one's own soul.

Cesar doesn't know which is true and which is false, but Anaric's path has been like a bone-eating poison, filling his soul with madness. It is forcing him to step into the fate of the shadow of the evil god step by step.

Corruption is spreading, madness is spreading in people's hearts, religious disputes have set off wars of unprecedented intensity and scale, and various races are slaughtering each other with fanatical emotions, causing war, looting, plague, famine and death all over the world, and giving birth to more and more twisted evil things.

Who can be the savior? Anyone can, but he definitely can't.

This is a mansion far from the imperial capital, standing beside a perpetually fog-shrouded forest in the north. From afar, it resembles a majestic and magnificent castle, with countless rooms inside. Living in this mansion is none other than Allen Heinmus, the young master of the prestigious Howard family of the Soma Empire. Every morning, he begins with a "peephole."

"My name is Roach. I'm not a horse, nor am I a carrot. I

'm currently in pieces (literally), but since I've been put back together, I can be considered alive.

I don't have any special hobbies, nor do I have any special interpersonal relationships. By local standards, even if I'm not illiterate, I can be considered illiterate.

My main daily tasks are fishing, making soup, chopping wood, and feeding horses.

I haven't traveled around the world. You asked me what my main job is? Probably pets.

What are I good at? It seems that I'm not particularly good at anything. If I have to say, it's probably courting death.

If I have to say, I'm quite confident in my appearance because the witch praised me for being cute."

The man, with scars left by healed wounds on his face, smiled like a child as if he had just emerged from a hellish battlefield, and raised the axe in front of him.