[Middle Ages, lords, alien races, gods, pirates...]

As a bandit leader, Lin En had no obligation to change this era.

But he unexpectedly got a baron's commission and became a fake lord.

Farming, road construction, mining, steelmaking, recruiting followers... Build a territory and a strong army that transcends the times!

Sorry, I'm not a lord, but I want to blow up this ignorant and backward lord era.

Zhao Ding suddenly transmigrated to the Great Qian Dynasty, becoming the border-guarding Prince of Yan. With no grand ambitions, he had no desire to dominate the world or become emperor—fearing an early death, he only wanted to live freely as a local ruler in his fiefdom. His days were spent leisurely walking his dogs, tending to flowers, teasing maids, and casually inventing repeating crossbows and divine cannons for self-defense. While he sent memorials to the court feigning poverty, he secretly developed his territory.

And so, eight years later...

Beyond the Great Qian border, watchtowers rose from the ground, divine cannons lined the city walls, and a 30-meter-high concrete fortification stood tall. A wartime thoroughfare wide enough for eight carriages side by side stretched below, with countless hidden networks weaving beneath.

Before anyone realized it, his fiefdom had become an impenetrable fortress.

Tags:

Domination, Transmigration, Emperor

He traveled through time to Dagan and became the crown prince, only to be met with a partial father who only loved the prince born to a concubine! No matter how great his achievements were, they were all ignored!

Seeing them teaming up with the court officials to frame him, Qin Ming was furious. The Crown Prince of the Empire? I quit!

Far from the capital, he led his troops into Lingnan, developing industry! Arming the army! Boosting the economy! Suppressing the Southern Barbarians! Connecting with Tibet! Building ships to Southeast Asia, establishing a legacy that will endure for generations!

At this time, the court suddenly realized that Qin Ming was shining wherever he went when he was not in the capital! But without this prince, the court was in a bigger and bigger hole!

Emperor Gan was anxious: "Come back, Beimang can no longer defend itself!" The ministers were panicked: "Your Highness, please come back! The court can no longer afford the deficit!" The Ninth Prince: "Brother, I will give you the throne. I can no longer sit on it!"

(This is a cool article, not a brainless one, written by an old author who updates frequently, so feel free to read it.)