After discovering that his boyfriend had cheated on him with his green tea roommate, Song Linchu decisively chose to break up. However, the roommate was not content to let things…
In this world, there are people living in misery, they die full of resentment and the end of their despair, they beg the devil, even at the cost of their…
Currently in consideration 🤔
Synopsis:
A max-level assassin’s main account has crossed over—not only merging with the Mage Warehouse but also acquiring a vast territory.
Vast, yet impoverished.
On Philos’s first day in his domain, he almost thought it was a spawn point for undead; the people were skin and bones.
Subjects: “Lord… hungry… food…”
Philos: “…Alright then.”
…
Poor soil? Fertilizer and irrigation trucks to the rescue.
Elves: “How is it possible to harvest tens of thousands of pounds per acre without a Life Spring?! By the Tree of Life!”
Two monster waves a year? Stir-fried, roasted, deep-fried—bring out the cookbook.
Dragons: “It wasn’t me! I didn’t! Dragon meat doesn’t taste good at all!”
Sparse population?
Clerk at the Household Registration Office: “When will the lord expand the office building? We’ve implemented a lottery system for skilled immigrants, but the lines are still endless! The city management department complains every day that we’re taking up too much of the street!”
Since Lanceville City is too small and the quotas are limited, why not try expanding the territory?
All intelligent races: “Wuuu.. Lord Philos, would you consider ruling the world? Please think about it!”
Philos: “??? It’s not me, I didn’t—stop spreading rumors!”
…
Lanceville City—a trendsetter, combining tourism, leisure, entertainment, and retirement—a super first-class metropolis where countless people vie to gain residence.
A top-scoring essay from a royal elementary school in a certain empire: “My Dream—My dream is to obtain permanent residency in Lanceville City. First, I’ll study hard to become an outstanding scholar. Then, I’ll persist in meditation to become a grand mage. Additionally, I’ll train diligently in swordsmanship to become a great swordsman. Lastly, I’ll become an alchemist and brew a big pot of blessing elixir to bless my chances of drawing a lucky number in the residency lottery.”
Teacher’s Comment: “A great ambition, but first, you’d need to be an immortal race.”
Tags: Farming life, Gourmet food, Western fantasy, Growth, Infrastructure-building
You can support us with any amount!!
You cannot copy content of this page
