Xing Ze accidentally traveled through time and space and became Arthur, the youngest son of an earl in the DND Amn Empire. As the most unpopular and unsuccessful dandy, he was sent to the dangerous colony of Breeze Valley as a baron.

Fortunately, he awakened the daily intelligence system:

[White intelligence: Your brother Richard is plotting to harm you]

[Blue intelligence: A thief from Breeze Valley will try to escape tonight]

[Golden intelligence: The legendary hero Jessica Hus is wandering in the city]

With this intelligence, Arthur not only pulled together a luxurious team, but also managed the crisis-ridden Breeze Valley into a wealthy country.

Many years later, looking at his hometown Amn, Arthur asked his men in confusion: "Why do they want to live on my land?"

“I saw with my own eyes that they used the finest, rustproof refined steel to make utensils and cans, filling them with just a little food, then casually throwing them away after eating.”

“I saw with my own eyes that they used giant beasts as tall as mountains to devour soil and rocks, digging out underground cities, just to park their steel carriages beneath the surface.”

“I saw with my own eyes that they fed glowing ores into an everlasting stellar furnace, unleashing a radiance brighter than the sun.”

“I saw with my own eyes all those indescribable things.”

“Their iron birds covered the sky, their steel ships filled the ocean, their war machines tore the earth asunder, and their gods walked upon the world.”

“You must think I’m mad.”

“But it doesn’t matter.”

“It has already seen you.”

***

Oil is Its blood.

Thick smoke is Its breath.

Ore and steel are Its food.

The countless cargo ships in the harbors are Its myriad offspring.

The place of origin stamped in the corner is Its silent mockery.

They claim they are mere mortals.

Child, you’d best not argue.

You must understand:

Their technology is beyond comprehension.

Their production capacity is unimaginable.

A mere glimpse of their creations will drive you insane.

Their morale surpasses even the most fanatical worshippers of dark gods.

How will you stop them?

With your sword, child? Or your flesh and blood?

You should be grateful that they still consider themselves mortals.

***

“I’ve finished building my factory, and now you’re telling me this world runs on idealism?!”

“Wait, then what the hell did I just create?”