I transmigrated into the most miserable baron in another world: monsters are besieging my city, and my territory is dirt poor.
Just when all hope seemed lost, I activated the [World Editor], which can summon Earthlings to work for me!
I turned this apocalyptic otherworld into a hit game called The Age of Destiny and recruited the “Fourth Catastrophe” online!
I thought they were just laborers coming to haul bricks, but it turns out they're the gods who came to create the world!
[Pro Players] use modern military tactics to crush the native armies;
[Construction Maniacs] turn the castle into a cyberpunk city;
[Goofy Netizens] even want to launch a campaign of “cultural outreach” against the Demon King's army!
I quietly keep my GM identity hidden as I watch them fight across the land on my behalf. Until one day, the Elf Queen points at the billions of players behind me, trembling. “You call this horde of immortal monsters... volunteers?”
By then, I have already led my Catastrophe to set its sights beyond this world...
