Lords of the Heavens: Harvesting Starts from the Grassland

[Lord of Doom + Traveling through the Heavens + Cold-blooded Self-interest + Farming Infrastructure + Three-person Extreme Choice] When they wake up, billions of people around the world are thrown into the Lord Survival Game. Players who have drawn volcanoes, deep seas, and graveyards are crying. Chu Tianque took a look at his territory—the vast expanse of black native prairie, stretching as far as the eye could see, so fertile that it turned black. While others were waiting to die, he would kill monsters as soon as he landed. While others rely on luck to pick up trash, he randomly travels through a world every day: moving blacksmiths from the Qin Dynasty, digging cannons from the Water Margin, prying the divine fire in Greek mythology, and kidnapping the queen from the ancient elf capital. But there is an iron rule for shuttle travel: you can only bring back three things. One living person occupies one quota. If you want a blacksmith, don't ask for seeds. If you want weapons, don't ask for blueprints. If you want a woman - yes, you can work for the territory, sign a contract, plant a slave seal, and you can abandon it at any time. The trading market intelligence is poor, and he has nothing to gain. All players on the server are still fighting for a piece of bread, and he has already monopolized black corn and enchanted weapons. The Hypocritical Mother wants to give him some cause and effect? Cut off her causal mark with a backhand, allowing her to reap the consequences of the moon disaster. A hunting madman using him as prey? He set up a trap to feed the madman to the Tyrannosaurus Rex. The top lord forced him to take sides? He turned around and marked the opponent's territory as a "candidate for expansion." Cold-blooded, self-interested, and emotionless. He just wants to fill his territory with crops and turn the black soil into the most powerful world in the world. The beauties of the heavens, the queen of alien races, the green tea of ​​the Virgin - in his eyes, there are only three categories: usable tools, controllable combat power, and disposable consumables. But later he realized that this black soil was no ordinary land. It is the last piece of "infinity" left behind after the death of the previous world lord.