Simulating the World: I Died Ten Thousand Times for the Optimal Solution

[Civilization Building] [Technological Advancement] [Infrastructure Mania] [Dimensional Suppression] [God's-Eye View]

I, Lin Tiancheng, am the Earl of Bei'an in the Great Yan Dynasty.

In my enemies' eyes, I'm a mastermind who anticipates every move.

"How did he know we'd set an ambush at the North Wind Pass?!"

(Me: Because I've already died in your ambush 82 times.)

In my subordinates' eyes, I'm an all-knowing engineering genius.

"My lord! How did you come up with something like concrete?!"

(Me: Because I've been crushed to death 103 times by shoddy construction.)

In my fiancee's eyes, I'm a peerless savior and god of war.

"My husband, you led five thousand men to defeat an army of a hundred thousand. It was like a god descending from heaven!"

(Me: I tried every possible way to break through. The best one was lining up to be shot.)

I'm just an ordinary transmigrator, except I have a simulation sandbox where I can make unlimited attempts.

Please, stop reading so much into everything!

I'm really not a god. I'm just a miserable wage slave who has to die a few times in the sandbox every day!