Lin En: Former senior corporate drone, now the poorest lord in the North.
Other transmigrators from the start: divine artifacts, Systems, wise old mentors.
Lin En from the start: debt, bitter cold, and an empty stomach.
Faced with this hellish difficulty level, Lin En says: “I know how to handle this. It’s just project management, isn’t it?”
No food? Let’s talk thermodynamics and biology. That hole in the frozen lake is a vending machine.
No money? Let’s talk chemical purification. The greedy merchant next door is sobbing as he begs me to take his entire fortune.
Someone wants to fight?
Lin En looks at the army of orcs beneath the city walls and calmly pulls out a crossbow and black powder.
“In this world, the reach of truth is the range of my weapons. If that range isn’t enough, I’ll add a booster.”
This is the story of using assembly lines to drive dwarven blacksmiths crazy, saving the elves’ sacred tree with biology, taming proud dragons with delicious food, and ultimately crushing a magical world with the Industrial Revolution.
Lin En: “I came here for just three things: making money, making money, and making damn money! Anyone who gets in the way of my money-making and development projects is going to meet the God of Light!”
