Earthlings, Leave Those Goblins Alone!

He transmigrates into another world as a poor lord.

His territory: a dozen thatched huts and a leaky earthen wall.

His assets: enough black rye to last half a month and an old steward nearly starved to death.

The crisis: goblins are about to attack.

Luckily, he awakens a golden finger that lets him summon people from Earth.

So he packages the other world as a game and summons Earth’s players to do the grunt work.

Wait, what is wrong with these people?

An arm gets chopped off, blood spurting everywhere

“Holy crap! The haptics are incredible!”

A goblin’s stone axe hacks into their shoulder

“This is way more satisfying than pressing QWER at my computer!”

Later, these people from Earth start going on about steam engines and the Industrial Revolution...

Then one day: “Lord, we discovered that technology can be combined with magic!”

“For example?”

“For example, we enchanted a nuclear bomb!”