In the howling northern wilderness, Louis Calvin wrapped himself in a wolfskin cloak and stood alone on an ice cliff.

As the son of a duke, he was thrown into this permafrost wilderness by his family in the name of "opening up glory".

He thought he was doomed, but he didn't expect the daily intelligence system to be activated:

[Thirty-seven frozen hungry wolves are lurking in the southeast valley and will raid the territory tonight.]

[The corpse of an ancient god will float out of the ice lake at dawn, and the divinity of winter will remain in its heart.]

[The Plantagenet Church will regard you as a blasphemer, and the Holy Flame Knights have embarked on the road to the north]

[The undead frenzy will sweep across the continent, and only one in a million humans will survive.]

...

While the southern nobles were scheming for power, Louis's cavalry had already crushed the barbarian tribes.

The frost dragon roared over the Frost Iron Wall.

Winter has arrived, and this storm will eventually engulf the entire continent.

[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.

Lord Earl issued a decree to invite his son-in-law, allowing the baron's waste second son to have the title and territory, and have the opportunity to fight for thirty years less.

But this territory is not easy to take, because it is a notorious place of doom. On...

what? The land of doom?

This is obviously a lucky place, isn't it?

Don't you see how moist my life is now?

Don't you see how happy my serfs are?

Dark creatures?

Sorry, it's just a courier... ...

it's a magical world where there's a meteor shower every Sunday.

In the falling meteor shower, there will be a certain chance of giving birth to magical treasures-elemental elves.

Currently known pixies are:

green pixies, which can increase crop yields.

Purple elf, can randomly improve the quality of plants.

The yellow elf can make the land randomly contain certain minerals.

Smurfs can turn the land into a favorite habitat for certain creatures.

Of course, most of the time, the meteor showers are not necessarily elves, but dark creatures...

Aslan was born again, reborn to the day when his family drove to the border to farm land fifty years ago.

He once rose here and developed the poorest region of Merlot in the kingdom into the richest commercial city on the mainland.

In this life, he doesn’t want to be a lord and a minister, he wants to be an emperor.

Below one person is above ten thousand.

Aslan famous saying.

The lord who doesn’t want to be the emperor is just not a good lord.

Emperor Gabela: The Imperial Army is invincible on land.

Orc Chieftain: Each of the tribal warriors is as good as ten.

Emerald Elf King: The forest ranger never misses his target.

President of the Horn Bay Alliance: The alliance fleet is the undisputed ruler of the sea.

A mysterious organization: The prophesied era will eventually come.

Paul Graman: I am not targeting anyone, everyone here is trash.

The journey of crushing the low-magic plane with guns and cannons begins...

[Fantasy Farming + Different World + Chivalry + Lords Fighting for Hegemony]

Ryan was transported to a different world of swords and magic, and became a young nobleman who could not practice and was not liked by his father. He felt very frustrated.

Fortunately, he awakened the system, and as long as he built and developed the territory, he could obtain various rewards.

——Then let’s start farming!

With excitement in his heart, Ryan turned his territory into the center of the world without noticing.

And he himself became the strongest in the world!

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.)

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

Exiled by their family to the cursed Ash Wasteland, they face poisoning by their squires right from the start.

In his desperate situation, Xia awakened the [Oracle of Destiny], allowing him to glimpse a corner of the future.

Starting with a doomed banquet, he embarked on a path of defying fate, rising from the ashes to become king.

When winter comes, the entire North becomes a living hell, but his territory remains warm as spring, with mountains of food.

With his knowledge ahead of his time, he transformed the wasteland into a land of miracles; with absolute benevolence and iron-fisted authority, he forged the refugees into the most loyal subjects.

The dragon egg in the mountain's belly is his blood-related companion; the doctor he casually picked up by the roadside is a treasure trove of life-saving skills; the business queen he saved opened up a golden trade route to the world for him; and the cold and proud Sir Winter ultimately presented him with a crown symbolizing power.

When the wings of dragons blot out the sky, and the roar of steam echoes through the North, the whole world will finally hear the whispers of the Ash Dragon King.

[Farming + Village + Hegemony + Violent Joy + Military Generals + No Revenge Left Behind]

"Fengzi, do you want a wife?"

"Wife? Village chief, I want her!"

"If you want, join the army! Follow the rebels! Give them wives and food!"

"Okay, village chief!"

......

Three years later.

"The emperor of the new dynasty returns home in glory? Passing by our Zhaojia Village?"

"Hey! Fengzi...are you done with the battle?"

"No... No, oh my god! Meet His Majesty the Emperor!"

......

The introduction is weak, please read the main text!