I Transmigrated to Another World: Have I Become a Noble Baron?

Good news: I transmigrated and became a noble lord, with a house, land, and servants.

Bad news: My fief is on the frontier, where beasts line up to gnaw on my city walls every winter.

Worse news: I just "inherited" an underage maid who is scared stiff, and her father tried to assassinate me yesterday.

But in my previous life, I was a workaholic, the king of workaholics!

It's just a survival challenge, right? Give me a map and I'll arrange the defense towers into a work of art. Give me a few villagers and I'll have them farming while belting out "Unity Is Strength."

Guard Captain: "My lord, we should rule through fear."

Me, bent over blueprints: "No, we'll rule with hot pot and radiators. By the way, do you know how to make bricks?"

This is the inspiring tale of an overworked programmer who died on the job and, in another world, used KPIs, standardized procedures, and the close-knit spirit of his hometown to turn a disastrous start into a farming and infrastructure-building success!

While others rely on swords and magic, I rely on The Militia Training Manual and Postpartum Care for Sows.