[Western fantasy farming, multiple female protagonists, construction]
In the land abandoned by the gods, in the black earth wasteland, three lords died suddenly, and the beast tide is bound to come in winter.
The useless prince Ryan took the black ring into the house, but saw the heartbeat of the land:
Poison well → Fertile water well, moldy wheat seeds → Silver leaf potato granary, broken wooden wall → Magic city defense, dwarf man-made shed → Dragon blood furnace, exile camp → Holy city of all races!
Food production increased by 300%, ordnance production capacity increased tenfold, and the people's hearts were united into the sword of royal power.
Orcs came to steal food, elves came to assassinate, and the Holy See came to judge. He drew his sword and stuck it in front of the throne:
"From today on, the royal power will no longer kneel to gods!"
