His Majesty Is Shamelessly Leeching Off My System

Lin Jian fell off a cliff and thought he was done for. But when he opened his eyes, he had somehow arrived in the sixth year of the Zhenguan era.

Bound to a Secluded Paradise System, he was making plans to lie flat, grow crops, and enjoy life with a spiritual spring when three strangely dressed men blocked his door.

The man in front, who introduced himself as “Village Chief Li Zhaoming,” gaped at Lin Jian’s smoking motorcycle. “How can this iron lump run without being pulled by a horse?”

Lin Jian casually brushed him off. “It’s called an internal combustion engine. Brother Li, build a steel mill first, then we’ll talk.”

Months later, he showed up at the village chief’s home with a freshly developed AK blueprint. The whole room of golden-armored guards dropped to their knees and cried out, “Your Majesty!”