Building Infrastructure in the Warring States

Please check out my upcoming story, Everything Worshipped at the Temple Is Me. You can find it by clicking on my author page. I'm begging you. [Bows]

This story has nothing to do with the Spring and Autumn or Warring States periods. Please read the blurb, genre, and tags carefully. I'm not allowed to use the original work's title in the blurb, so that's all. This audience is dismissed. W

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[Low-Magic World]

There wasn't enough time to pinpoint the location, so when Ye Fuzhi opened his eyes, he found himself facing a pile of minced flesh desperately trying to put itself back together.

"...Sorry to bother you."

Though nothing below the neck could be described, judging by the face that had already grown back, this was undoubtedly the world's villainous boss.

His AI assistant was frantic. Master! How could you have shown up when the big villain was at his lowest? He'll kill you to keep you quiet!

Ye Fuzhi, who'd inconveniently arrived just as the villain was beaten to a pulp, gave a knowing smile.

Want fifth-generation fighter jets? Aircraft carriers? Ballistic missiles? The weather's getting cold. It's time to bring the age of cold weapons to an end.

If you want to rule the world from behind the scenes, you'd better listen to the advice of someone from the future.

As for the idea that if the villain is good-looking, your morals will follow his face?

Hah. Not a chance.

Content warnings:

1. The protagonist is the strongest, bar none. Not physically, but intellectually. His knowledge leaves the ancients in the dust, and advanced technology crushes them through sheer superiority.

2. It's a power fantasy, but he falls in love with a despicable boss. You wouldn't believe it unless there was some angst, right?

3. The age of cold weapons just means I'm poking fun at everyone still fighting with knives. Don't nitpick.

4. I won't redeem anyone, human or ghost. I'll change some of the love interest's beliefs, because a happy ending is absolutely impossible otherwise.

[IMPORTANT] The main plot contains many original elements. If you don't want to read it, just click the X. There's no need to go out of your way to tell me a hundred reasons you dislike it. Thanks.

Upcoming story: Everything Worshipped at the Temple Is Me

1

In the Barren Continent, Duan Tianjing is notorious, the public enemy of the immortal sects. The Heavenly Dao took his eyes and burned away his spiritual channels, trying to kill him time and again, yet also helped him find patrons and gave him rare treasures, repeatedly sparing his life.

The blind young man fought his way through a mountain of bones left by countless nations, reaching the threshold of godhood.

He pressed forward step by step, asking only one thing: "I have come this far seeking nothing but justice."

...Meng Shuangnan was speechless.

In the Barren Continent, he was the Heavenly Dao, and he had done wrong.

2

Meng Shuangnan created a world for his own amusement, never expecting a rogue NPC to plot against him. The villain was remarkably tenacious: lightning couldn't kill him, snow couldn't freeze him, and even blind, he kept cultivating immortality. Meng Shuangnan watched coldly as the boy roamed the world, his murderous resolve gradually going astray...

He sees the kid going hungry.

Meng Shuangnan: Sheesh... Ever heard that no matter how hard life gets, you shouldn't let the kids go hungry?

He sees the kid robbed of a treasure.

Meng Shuangnan: What a disgrace! To be fair, ahem... I should compensate him.

He sees the kid getting beaten.

Meng Shuangnan: What the hell! Who hit my son?

...Damn it, this is great.

But just as he decides to set this broken world right, he discovers that, as the Heavenly Dao, there's nothing he can change.

All he can do is let that man stir up the world, calm the turbulent seas, and finally cross the Heavenly Mountains with his sword pointed at the gods' throats.

Duan Tianjing removes the white silk covering his eyes and says he wants to see this world properly with them.

#Everyone worships me at the temple, but I can't even give my kid a hundred bucks#

#Then my kid came looking for me with a knife#

Theme: Science is the primary productive force, and humanism is the ladder of human civilization.