(Plot flow + slow start + development + growth + lord)

Li Fan, who traveled to another world, obtained a bond system.

As long as you develop friendship with people of different races, you can gain bond points and become stronger.

Humans, orcs, elves, dwarves, sea people, dragons, vampires, giants...

Each race will bring racial talents to Li Fan.

The fighting spirit of the human race, the beast transformation of the orcs, the archery of the elves, the immortal body of the dwarves, the dragon's breath...

Li Fan, who woke up in the Sin Forest, started by saving an elf slave girl, befriending the orcs and dwarves, and then joining forces with the human race to establish a territory. He farmed, sold salt and fine wine, bought slaves, and recruited people from all races...

As long as you follow me, I will let you eat delicious food and drink spicy drinks.

So before he knew it, Li Fan owned a territory composed of countless alien races, and he became an omnipotent being.

Framed by a coalition of nobles, the decorated war hero Farra Jago is stripped of the Count title he was promised.

Tossed aside like a beggar, the king grants him the lowly title of Baron and exiles him to a remote fiefdom in the mountains.

An ennoblement in name, an exile in truth.

Fara accepts it all with a smile. The moment he does, the ‘useless’ system that lay dormant within him finally awakens to its second stage.

Faction Bound: Jago Barony.

Kill count after your faction declares war will be counted as the host’s.

A smirk plays on Fara’s lips.

“To kill one is a crime; to slaughter ten thousand makes you a hero!”

In this chaotic era where crowns are stained with blood and thrones are built upon bones, there must be a place for me, Farra Jago!

A hundred years later, he is known by many names: The First Emperor. The Eternal Monarch. The Demon King.

When magic fuses with mecha, and steam power harmonizes with mana, a true iron torrent is unleashed upon the world.

Elves? Dwarves? Werewolves? Orcs? Vampires? Dragons? Ghosts? Angels? Demons?

When my grand army descends, there is only one choice: SUBMIT!

Those who follow me shall prosper; those who oppose me shall perish! The Empire’s iron cavalry will fight from the underworld to the heavens, slaughtering their way from hell to paradise. Where they pass, all races bow in servitude. Within the Empire’s borders, there is no dissent.

“The Elven Queen? In my eyes, she is merely skilled at singing and dancing. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“Does it look like I’m negotiating with you?!”

“Have her brought to me on her knees. Otherwise, my three million iron cavalry will slaughter her city and exterminate her clan by dawn.”

“You know… I think I preferred you when you were still wild and defiant.”