Lord, Your Players Have Arrived.

Ryan traveled to the continent of Eldran and became the most useless third young master of a noble family. The eldest brother is a paladin of the kingdom, and the second brother is the chief genius of the Magic Court. He is the only one with zero swordsmanship and no talent in magic. He has also perfectly inherited the original owner's reputation - he just made the second princess so angry that she filed a lawsuit, and was kicked out by his father to become a lord in the poorest borderland. Ryan: "It's over. This wave is going to starve to death in the remote countryside." Just when he was about to lie down and die, there was a sudden "ding" in his head: [The fourth natural disaster-the player system is activated, and the first batch of players will come to your territory in seven days. Ryan: ... Player? Is it the kind of fourth natural disaster that can't be killed, can be resurrected, can kill monsters all night for a copper coin, is more familiar with a treasure chest than seeing a biological father, and can even fix a bug and turn the devil into an experience pack? He silently put down the hoe and showed a sinister smile. Seven days later, a group of creatures with strange IDs emerged from the resurrection point at the entrance of the village. They dig mines, chop down trees, fight monsters, and take on quests. They can destroy an entire monster forest just for a piece of bread. The knights in the neighboring territory are still studying tactics, and Ryan's army of players has already used the "Resurrection Charge Flow" to flatten the monster's nest. Until one day, when the demon army pressed into the territory, Ryan stood on the city wall, looking at the eager players behind him, and said calmly: "This is a hidden BOSS that drops artifacts." Before he finished speaking, the sky was dyed colorful by the special effects of the skill. Ryan: This wave is stable, and the next wave... Will be stable too.