> Roy transmigrates into the body of a good-for-nothing lord ruling over a crumbling tower. His backpack holds only a few moldy loaves of bread and some battered scrolls.
> Just as his starving subjects are losing hope, Roy uses the moldy bread to cultivate yeast and ferment rye, then uses runes from the broken scrolls to build a simple irrigation channel.
Everyone watches in astonishment as clear water flows through the channel to irrigate the parched fields. “Magic?”
Roy shakes his head. “This is just basic infrastructure! Next, we’ll train peasant soldiers and build roads and bridges!”
Refugees flock to his lands, and a castle rises from the ground.
When the enemy cavalry approaches, Roy’s composite bows and siege crossbows strike fear into their hearts.
The capital’s archbishop arrives in person to demand, “How did you obtain divine favor and gain such miraculous powers?”
Roy calmly points toward the bountiful crops and bustling market outside the castle.
It isn’t divine favor. It’s infrastructure, and it never lets down those who put in the work.
