Overworked to the point of exhaustion, Morris’s soul transmigrated, and he accidentally became the lord of a territory.
Looking at his adorable elf maid, he took her hand and told her, “This is to help your magic improve faster.”
Seeing the dragon flying overhead, he grabbed its tail with one hand and roared, “All you do is go out partying! You’ve nearly ravaged every female dragon nearby, and the warehouse is almost overflowing with dragon eggs!”
Suddenly, an explosion rang out from the far end of the territory. Morris winced, teleported over, and rescued a dwarf wielding a hammer. “What the hell did you mix into the weapon this time?”
Looking at his chaotic territory, Morris fell into deep thought. Maybe I shouldn’t have expanded it so much?
