I Handed My Otherworldly Territory Over to the Nation

[Farming, the Myriad Worlds, alternate history, slow burn, wild imagination]

A transmigrator who had spent six years in another world suddenly returns and hands over his territory there to his country.

[You’re telling me those huge green musclemen who keep yelling “WAAAGH!” are real?!]

[What do you mean ratmen with guns are spreading plague?!]

[And what do you mean room-temperature superconductors were dug up from the ground?!]

[Huh? The weeds growing by the road are miracle cures?!]

[You found a new world? It has controlled nuclear fusion? Bring over the newly built Type 999A tanks and Dreadnought mechs right now!!!]

And so begins a path of development for Yan Country that is as painful as it is rewarding!

Just as Yan Country starts to make some progress, it suddenly realizes that everyone on Blue Star has gotten so much weaker. Is it because we’ve been playing on hard mode for too long?!

(P.S. This story includes a few Warhammer elements. If that’s not your thing, don’t read it. The author also knows next to nothing about military matters, so please point out any mistakes.)