The whole world transmigrates to another realm, and a survival game begins.
Other people start from the ruins of a leaky shack. I start with… complete knowledge of the blueprints.
While the strong players on the leaderboard are still showing off their iron swords and stone axes, I’ve quietly planned the foundations of my divine kingdom.
The ruthless queen of capital wants to make a deal with me? Sure. Trade me your loyalty.
The elegant Go champion wants to draw me into her game? Sorry, my next move is to flip the board.
Then the voice of the otherworld’s will echoes in my mind: “Builders, why do you struggle? You are all but materials...”
I look up at the magnificent wall I built with my own hands, stretching across the mountains, and smile.
“Then let’s see who ends up building whom.”
