The Goofy Players Are Here, Lord, Don’t Panic

After transmigrating into a Western fantasy world, he became an unlucky border lord. From the start, he was surrounded by a goblin army, and the previous owner of his body had already been buried for three days.

Luckily, he unlocked the Myriad Worlds Summoning System and summoned a hundred online gamers from Earth straight into this world!

Other people's subjects are honest and hardworking. Mine are all troublemaking geniuses!

Other people defend their cities with armies. I use player suicide tactics: they die, respawn, and wear down the enemy endlessly until the goblins are in tears!

Other people fight with knights charging into battle. I have my players form a traditional Chinese pocket formation, wiping out an entire force of five hundred regular soldiers and leaving the neighboring lord dumbfounded!

Other people save up to buy gear. I buy the green gear my players loot for ten points, then hand it out as newbie freebies for fifteen points. The middleman takes his cut, and my territory keeps growing!

What? The eldest daughter of the continent's biggest financial conglomerate is passing by with a legendary bodyguard? What? An ancient black dragon egg has been stolen?

Lin Mo looked at the two hundred players behind him, all raring to go, and grinned.

“Brothers, a new dungeon just opened! Charge! We'll split the points, gear, and materials fifty-fifty!”