Everyone transmigrates to the world of lords.
Everyone starts with a territory, a ramshackle hut, and a few refugees, fighting tooth and nail for every mouthful of food.
While others worry they don't have enough farmland, he has endless acres of fertile fields stretching to the horizon.
While others fear that natural disasters will wipe out their crops, his fields yield ten thousand pounds per mu and harvests come in all four seasons.
While others fret over provisions, his granaries are piled high. He has more than he can eat, so he trades the surplus for divine weapons and vast resources!
From a minor lord with a small patch of land, to one who commands thousands of acres of fertile fields,
feeds a million refugees, and builds an unparalleled divine kingdom!
Where his provisions go, all races submit, and the whole world pledges its allegiance!
