[Wasteland worldbuilding + raising an entire clan + ensemble redemption + fear of not having enough firepower + cheerful farming]
After transmigrating as a Demon King, Su Nian found no throne awaiting him, only despair.
Acid rain gnawed at the bones, and the wind cut like a blade. His “subjects” were a group of monsters, barely clothed and struggling to survive in the mud.
“Your Majesty... eat...”
A bony little hand timidly reached out, holding half a cake made of mud.
It was the little witch's food, hidden away for three days. She trembled, her eyes full of fear and pleading, terrified that she would be abandoned for offering such a poor tribute.
Su Nian's heart felt as if it had been crushed in a vise.
So this was the Godforsaken Clan? They had to watch their every step just to eat garbage?
He slapped the mud cake away. Ignoring the girl's frightened flinch, he pulled the filthy little witch into his arms and warmed her cold hands against his body.
“Spit it out! From today on, I won't let you eat this kind of thing again!”
“If there's no food, we'll grow it! If there's no house, we'll build one! I'll make sure you can all live proudly in the sunlight!”
At that moment, the gears of the wasteland began to turn.
He fired mud into the first red brick and smelted the first batch of iron from slag.
The gods had locked away technology? Then he would answer them with the roar of the Industrial Revolution!
Years later, the Templar Knights advanced on the city, only to tremble before its towering steel fortress.
On the city wall, Su Nian gently pinched the little witch's rosy cheek. Behind him stood ten thousand raised cannons.
He looked down at the lofty “agents of the gods,” his gaze icy cold.
“Want to lay a hand on my people? Then ask the truth first: the truth of caliber.”
The story is good, but the time is too confusing. There is no clear time point for the transition, and the characters are not described. I don't know what Hill looks like now.