The Construction Maniac of the Cursed Lands

[Farming + Infrastructure + Food + Business + Daily Life] | Building an Otherworldly Civilization, One Bite at a Time

Overworked engineer Lin Yue collapsed on his 996 job.

When he opened his eyes, he was from the start in a cursed land on hell difficulty.

The good news: he came with a Civilization at the Tip of Your Tongue System that could exchange for black technology.

The bad news: the System had a sharp tongue.

He'd thought he was getting a laid-back food-and-business story, but he ended up on an all-around development path.

No one-click city building?

He could fire bricks, smelt steel, and build infrastructure!

Farm, breed seeds, and open up new land? He could do that!

Unite refugees, talk dwarves into things, and even recruit a hidden powerhouse as a bodyguard? He could do that too!

When Lin Yue first arrived in the cursed land, he set up a stove, drew up plans, and built a house.

The water had to be clean, the roads straight, the houses sturdy. People had to eat their fill, sleep warm, and live with dignity.

But he soon discovered that something about this continent was off:

The elegant elves were losing their magic and even their eyesight because they lacked a certain key mushroom.

The strong dwarves' hands shook as they hammered away. Their ancestral forging skills were nearly lost, all because they weren't getting enough salt.

The fierce orcs flew into a frenzy at the slightest provocation. It turned out that a long-term diet of raw meat had caused nutritional and hygiene problems.

All those supposed racial weaknesses were actually caused by hunger and malnutrition?!

Lin Yue said: I know how to solve this one too!

And so, the whole continent began to go off the rails:

The aloof elven elder nearly plucked his own sacred tree bald for a bowl of extra-spicy hot-and-sour noodles.

The irritable dwarf sipped beer with his spicy hot pot and pondered how to enchant a potato peeler.

The mighty orc heir secretly signed up for a crash course in cooking in Hope Town...

With blueprint after blueprint and a pot that was always hot, he stitched the ravaged wasteland into something that looked like home.

When cooking smoke rose in rows above the rooftops, when the first waterwheel roared by the stream, and when the first steam whistle rang across the wasteland,

Hope Town had grown from a ramshackle refugee camp into a fertile land that the whole continent longed for.

There was no kingly aura here, only systems and productivity.

This was no heroic legend, but the story of life being mended bit by bit.

The whole continent wasn't waiting for me to update the menu. They were waiting for hope that they could survive.

Every meal in Hope Town, every road, pointed the way home.

"I once dreamed of building a very big house to welcome everyone else who had nowhere to call home."

"Now I've built a city."

Theme: Water the fields of hope with knowledge and hard work, and build bridges of understanding through communication and sharing.