Global Lord: Every One of My Citizens Has Their Own Ideas

[Global lordship, lighthearted, quirky, farming, invincible, war among the myriad races, subjects each with their own traits] Everyone aged 18 to 60 on the Blue Star was pulled into the endless void by an unknown force. The age of global lordship and war among the myriad races had begun. Lin Changle, in the late stages of brain cancer, was glad he had lived to see another day, but he was celebrating a little too soon. Da Niu: The lord’s safety comes first! Da Niu built an arrow tower beside Lin Changle. Da Hua: The lord likes things clean! Da Hua changed Lin Changle into a new outfit. Zhao Cuicui: The lord is feeling lonely! After a busy day, Zhao Cuicui barged into Lin Changle’s room to warm his bed. Da Biao: The lord wants us to get wood and stone. Da Biao ran to someone else’s territory, dismantled it into wood and stone, and brought them back. Other people’s territories were filled with puppets, cardboard cutouts, or plain NPCs. Every single person in Lin Changle’s territory was talented. After he fainted again and again, his territory grew rapidly. Until one day, he awoke in the middle of the night and discovered that he was already sitting on a throne. The myriad races fought for supremacy, and the Blue Star achieved final victory. Reporter: “Could you tell us how you managed to conquer tens of millions of cities with the strength of a single city, kill countless billions of enemies, and become the overlord of the Myriad Worlds?” Lin Changle: “I didn’t really do anything.” Reporter: “Yes, yes, you’re absolutely right!” Reporter: “So, you’re unwilling to pass your experience on to future generations?” Lin Changle: “I really didn’t do anything!”