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."

[Lords][Heaven][Contest][God][Game]

The era is restarted, and mankind enters the Lord Age.

Starting from awakening the qualifications of the Lord, obtain arms, form an army, expand territory, conquer the heavens, and embark on the road to promotion.

Professionals, heroes, lords, gods...

Lin Feng traveled from the old times and unexpectedly discovered that the territory where he awakened turned out to be the First Fire World in the Dark Soul. As long as the First Fire is not extinguished, his black soul arms can be resurrected infinitely in the territory.

Thus, an immortal ash legion appeared in the sea of ​​​​planes.

...

Looking at the Zerg Overlord and the endless sea of ​​​​insects outside the world barrier, Lin Feng pulled out the spiral sword on the ash land, and the black knights guarding his side slowly raised their heads, with red light flashing in their eyes.

"It seems that you also want to pass on the fire?"

Slow pace + research-oriented protagonist + martial arts + demons + auto-play system

The path of martial arts is like climbing a ladder to heaven, requiring a clear understanding of realms, physical training, spiritual enlightenment, and the breaking of shackles. Each step is thorny, woven with blood and tears. It's a well-known fact that cultivation requires endurance beyond human capabilities—standing still in a pine-like posture under scorching sun, breathing in and out without ceasing in the bitter cold of night, reshaping meridians with gritted teeth, and defending one's true heart against the demons that devour one's soul. But how can a mortal body endure this endless arduous training? Even the slightest instability in one's foundation can lead to eternal damnation.

But I can "hang up"