[Transmigration] [Western Fantasy] [Farming and Management] [Infrastructure Building] [No CP] [Ensemble Cast]
An overworked office drone opened her eyes and found herself transmigrated as the granddaughter of a down-on-his-luck craftsman who had just died in a magical world.
What had she inherited? A shabby workshop that leaked whenever it rained, plus a bill demanding repayment before a looming deadline.
The debt collectors were practically kicking the door down. Looking at the heaps of scrap metal scattered everywhere, You Ling clicked her tongue. Other people got to start a new life in another world from zero. Why was hers starting in the red?
Other transmigrators relied on magic. She relied on... an Appraisal Eye? This thing was a cure for getting ripped off and misjudging things. Every pile of junk was full of treasures. A talking magical journal, a dormant "Workshop Heart," old blueprints hidden in the cracks in the walls... Grandpa had left behind plenty of trouble, but plenty of know-how, too.
Paying off the debt? Easy. [Face-slapping] the guild administrator who kept making things difficult? Absolutely. Take in a dwarven craftsman who'd been ostracized, pick up an elven apprentice being hunted, then slowly turn the run-down workshop into the whole town's number-one "high-tech sanctuary." This granddaughter wasn't here to be a mascot. She was here to put every skeptic in their place.
But the better the workshop got, the more people had their eyes on it. The growl from deep in the mine, the summons from the provincial city, the mysterious visitor who always stopped halfway through a sentence... What exactly had Grandpa hidden, and how had he died?
A rundown little workshop was nothing. She would turn it into a legend the whole continent couldn't ignore.
