From the King of Earth and Metal, the Tyrant who controls flames and magma,

to the Supreme King of the Supreme, Great, and Greatest Kingdom,

or the Dragon of the World, the Dragon of Thousand Faces and Thousand Aspects...

These titles are just embellishments on the crown of power of this red dragon.

The world has changed because of him.

Cultural thoughts and ideologies are his fluttering flags;

Mage towers and floating cities are his war fortresses;

Countless races and strange creatures are his soldiers;

The dancing dragons are his commanders;

This is a civilization established by a dragon, a dragon kingdom that commands the multiverse.

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?"

"Twenty Thousand Years of Magic Empire" "The elves criticized us humans for having no faith and no reverence; they accused our magic of being too utilitarian and making the undead work in the fields; they laughed at humans for not having the protection of the racial gods and being just savage monkeys." "Let me clarify: Yes, we are barbarians!" "Forget about those boring disputes about faith, culture, and moral speculation." "When the empire wins, scholars will defend us." "To conquer the astral world, we need 100 stable portals, 1,000 star battleships, 100,000 well-trained spellcasters, the coordination of a thousand-member wizard council and a magic education system that teaches everyone. In short, we need a great empire!" ……………Returning from the end of time, Erian witnessed the end of this Western fantasy universe with his own eyes. Someone must stand up and unify all the planes...

“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?”