Can you believe this, folks?!
I transmigrated into Lin En, a down-and-out lord, and got hell mode from the start: my territory was so barren that weeds grew everywhere, and the Church was after me to burn me at the stake!
The rules of this world were even more ridiculous:
Women could awaken as Godsworn, becoming beautiful and powerful, with strength that left men eight leagues behind.
Men could only become lords, managing farms and fighting battles, but they couldn't touch a scrap of divine power!
What's more, Godsworn grew weak outside their territory, and territories without Godsworn got pushed around. They were bound together for good!
While everyone else was busy fawning over the Godsworn, Lin En couldn't be bothered:
“So what if I have to look after Godsworn? I have an undead army!”
Skeleton laborers reclaimed land around the clock, skeleton soldiers defended the home front without fear of death, and the undead could mine and farm with the best of them. His territory grew filthy rich!
Then beautiful Godsworn from every corner came sniffing around:
Dark elf: “I can steal intel for you!”
Elf priestess: “I can make your territory yield a thousand pounds per acre!”
Lady knight: “I can help you smash every enemy!”
Lin En: “Fine, you're all staying. From now on, in Blackbone Territory, the undead do the work, the Godsworn fight, and I kick back and call the shots!”
The Church? Crush it!
The myriad races? Make them submit!
With a crowd of Godsworn wives in his arms and his undead army sweeping across the continent, Lin En had only this to say:
“I've finally figured out how to play this messed-up world!”
