After college student Pei Ruian stepped on an upturned road brick, he was engulfed in a white light and fell into a different world called Aitra.
He landed in the center of the Silver Deer Palace of the Olwen Kingdom. This was a small border country with a population of less than 100,000, a national treasury that was about to bottom out, and lords who were in charge of their own affairs. The dying old king followed the instructions and put a gray-white silver deer crown on his head, and then breathed his last in front of him.
No cheats. There is no system. No magical talent.
He only has a brain that has been watered by Blue Star civilization for twenty-one years, a loyal but extremely tired veteran, and a group of feudal lords who do not take him seriously at all.
The great powers in the south are reaching out in secret, the commercial federation in the west is waiting for a bid, and the most powerful lord is watching coldly from the other end of the chessboard - and he can't even read the words of this world.
This is not a story about a chosen man saving the world.
This is the story of an ordinary materialist moving forward step by step in a different world.
The road is at your feet. The crown is on the head.
Reader comments
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A real lord from another world, written in detail and very distinctive
It is recommended that you stick to it until it is finished. This worldview seems to be quite acceptable. You can repeatedly publish multiple works with the same worldview.
It's pretty good, and has potential for continued success.
Come on, write slowly. I love watching the cultivation system. I must keep writing it😋😋
A real lord from another world, written in detail and very distinctive