Traveling across the world to another world, the survival game has arrived.
Others start with a dilapidated house and leaky water, but mine starts with... Knowing everything about the blueprint.
While the strong men on the rankings were still showing off their iron swords and stone axes, I had silently planned the foundation of the Kingdom of God.
The cold queen of capital wants to trade with me? Yes, in exchange for your loyalty.
Will the elegant Go player include me in the game? Sorry, my next step is to overturn the chessboard.
Until the whisper of another world's will echoed in my mind: "Builders, why do you struggle? You are all but materials..." (Builders, why do you struggle? You are all but materials...)
I looked up at the magnificent city wall that stretched across the mountains that I had built with my own hands, and smiled.
"Then let's see who it is and who builds it in the end."
