[Farming + Thrilling Reading + Resource Development + Tribe Development Plan]

Wu Liang transmigrates to a primitive tribe and gets a hundredfold return reward by binding himself to the tribe's leader at the start!

Faced with the onslaught of the Roland Empire's iron cavalry, they were not confronted with stone tools and wooden clubs, but rather with organized AK rifles and heavily armored legions.

While the rest of the world was still charging with swords and spears, his tribe had already taken up rocket launchers.

While the Imperial mages were still chanting fireballs, they had already boarded their magic-powered mechs!

Years later, the imperial princess asked curiously:

"Wu Liang, who exactly are you?"

Wu Liang looked at his clansmen scattered across the world and smiled calmly:

"Me? I'm just a messenger of the spark of civilization."

A blood-stained contract, a mountain of gold waiting to be mined, a precarious kingdom. He is an engineer, a foreman, the last hope of all the oppressed. He is an ambitious man, a capitalist, the most unstable piece on the chessboard of the nobility. In his left hand is a blueprint for overturning the world, in his right is the soft hand of his daughter. Vand, no, Edwin VanCleef, will use steel and concrete, gears and levers, to reshape the order of this world. "Truth lies only within the range of siege guns. And I am responsible for defining that range."

The elite soldier Li Ziyuan transmigrates into the body of a constable escorting sixty-three female prisoners. Upon arriving in Lingnan, he is shocked to hear the devastating news that the Great Yin Kingdom has fallen!

With fierce cavalry rampaging outside and stunning beauties surrounding him inside, he grinned as he looked at the delicate female prisoners and the invalid official documents behind him.

"Go out and die? Why not just become a local tyrant here!"

By day, he transforms into an infrastructure maniac, leading a group of women in wilderness survival, cutting down trees to build cities, burning wasteland to clear fields, taming animals to make medicine, and producing everything from cement to gunpowder!

At night, she also had to manage the affairs of the three palaces and six courtyards, from the cold and beautiful female doctor to the proud princess, without missing a single one!

When modern armies emerged and steel torrents rolled over the brute cavalry...

"My Lingnan Dynasty should make the world tremble!"

(High-energy warning: Thrilling action and hardcore survival from scratch, this local tyrant's style is a bit unconventional!)

A feast of mushrooms led Wang Ming to a fantasy world where the average height of humans is a dozen centimeters. He became the totem god "Mushroom Lord". With his huge body and the material advantages of traveling between the two worlds, he was able to recruit relatives and expand his territory.

The more clans he has, the more diverse the extraordinary mushrooms Wang Ming has.

【信报菇】makes communication smooth and puts information warfare far ahead.

[Dongdong Mushroom] The houses are connected into a cave area, allowing the family to live and work in peace and contentment.

[Yellow Turban] Awaken the Yellow Turban Warrior, and the Mushroom Warrior will win battle after battle...

Numerous extraordinary mushrooms with rich characteristics and their dependents form a unique new ruling system, helping the "Mushroom Master" Wang Ming to control all the races in the other world!

Gentlemen, just look at the fungi coming to the world!

[Fictional empire + war of a hundred races + superpowers + battles in various small worlds + hunter group + slow burn in the beginning + ensemble piece + some exciting moments and some angst.]

God gave life to all things and created the world.

As He was dying, humanity betrayed the god, taking with them greed and wisdom, and established an empire.

The successor, inheriting divine power, made a vow to destroy the world and established the Papacy.

From then on, the Empire and the Papacy were locked in a war that lasted for millennia.

The empire is like a train, with the royal family as the conductor, the four major financial groups controlling the direction, local conglomerates as passengers, and the citizens as fuel.

They hummed a song called "Eternal Empire," riding the tide of the times, their voices echoing day and night on the railway tracks called war.