Transmigrating as Australia’s Chief Engineer

[Group transmigration and farming] A slow, steady process of gradual accumulation and development.

The five hundred members of our transmigration group were stunned the moment we arrived. Where were the rich mineral deposits and rivers we’d been promised? Our Australian homeland was dirt poor! To get enough to eat, the PhDs took to the fields, professors made bricks, and the security chief took up hunting on the side to feed five hundred mouths. Then we smelted steel from salvaged ship planks and assembled the world’s first diesel-powered excavator! We drove it to “pay a friendly visit” to a British landing site. Flintlock bullets clanged against its bucket, the governor fainted on the spot, and the sailors dropped to their knees crying out to God. But our Indigenous guide excitedly pointed at us and cried, “It’s him! The Ultraman who came in an iron ship twenty years ago!” A lighthearted, fun group-transmigration farming story about how modern people use industrial-era technology to steamroll 1788!

P.S. There’s a lot of groundwork in the early chapters. This is a gradual process, a group-transmigration farming story. I’ve read too many wish-fulfillment novels, and this kind of story needs so much setup that even I find the development slow. Hardly anyone’s reading it, but I chose this subject, and I want to keep going a little farther down the road I picked. I’ll stick with it, one step at a time. Keep it up!