[Game of Thrones]+ [World of Warcraft]+ [Hero Party]+ [Sinbad]+ [Game Base-Building]
Democracy’s winds have blown into another world. Just wait until I transmigrate, and I’ll have the time of my life. Just wait until I transmigrate: the locals will be sending me gifts like crazy. What am I supposed to do?
The protagonist was originally a wanderer who had finally found his way home. While entering a village, he rescued a woman from human traffickers, only to be knocked out by a villager’s mallet and sent to another world. He was reborn as a naturally kind-hearted lord... From then on, guided by progressive ideas, the people of this other world learned to be content with little, never took what wasn’t theirs, and lived in a world of peace and unity.
Dragons = fat, juicy plow oxen. Orcs = cheap porters. Goblins = rapidly generated cannon fodder. Hero parties = mobile loot chests that extort you. Undead skeletons = the finest labor force. The Burning Legion = mobile, renewable oil.
The gods of the myriad heavens come to my world to preach? Then they can pay taxes straight to my divine court!
If otherworldly fiends so much as glance this way, they’ll explode!
