Wasteland Demon: Stop Eating Dirt and Drive Screws

[Wasteland Infrastructure + Whole Clan Development + Group Image Redemption + Fear of Insufficient Firepower + Happy Farming] After traveling through time and becoming a demon king, what Su Nian faced was not the throne, but despair. The acid rain corrodes the bones, the cold wind is like a knife, and his "people" are a group of naked monsters lingering in the muddy water. "King... Eat..." A skinny little hand stretched out timidly, holding half a cake made of clay in its palm. That was the ration that the little witch had hidden for three days. She was trembling, her eyes full of fear and fawning, fearing that she would be abandoned because the tribute was too poor. Su Nian's heart felt like it was being squeezed hard. Is this the tribe abandoned by the gods? Even eating garbage depends on your appearance? He suddenly knocked off the mud cake, ignored the girl's frightened shrinking, pressed the dirty girl into his arms, and covered her cold hands with his body temperature. "Spit it out! From today on, I won't let you eat this kind of thing again!" "If there is nothing to eat, we will plant it! If there is no house, we will build it! I want you to live openly and openly in the sunshine!" At that moment, the gears of the wasteland began to turn. He used mud to burn the first red brick, and used slag to refine the first furnace of steel. Gods blocked technology? Then respond with the roar of the Industrial Revolution! A few years later, the Knights Templar came to the city, but trembled in front of the towering steel fortress. On the city wall, Su Nian gently rubbed the little witch's rosy cheeks, behind him were thousands of heavy artillery heads raised. He looked down at those high-ranking "gods' agents" with cold eyes: "Those who want to touch me? Ask for the truth first - the caliber of truth."