I’m a civil engineer, and I’ve been transmigrated into the body of a princess sent away for a political marriage, along with an infrastructure-building System. The System says every project earns rewards based on “merit.” I pave roads and build bridges: 100 merit. I improve farming tools: 1,000 merit. When I pour all the nation’s resources into building a sea-crossing bridge that saves hundreds of millions of lives, the System sounds an alarm: [Warning! Your merit is too high. Ascension imminent!] The ministers and the enemy king cling to my legs and beg, “Your Majesty, please stop building infrastructure!”
