Aren't the Players Too Ferocious?

Player A: “Your Majesty, the army of players from the Black Tower Empire under my command captured Bone City, ruled by the deity Duke Bone. Please send out the rewards as soon as possible to boost our troops' morale.”

Player B: “Your Majesty, after several roadshows, the number of followers in the Twilight Hermits' Society you founded has doubled again. Don't get me wrong, I'm not writing to hurry you up about the rewards. I just wanted to check in.”

Player C: “Your Majesty, I'm the one making a nuclear bomb by hand. Yesterday, I used a magic card to solve the centrifuge problem. The next step is separating U-235 from uranium ore. I'm one step closer to making a nuclear bomb by hand.”

As Roland read the players' letters, cards kept popping into his hand, dispensing rewards.

[Card Creation Points +10... +100...]

[You have learned to make XX Magic Cards... You have learned to make...]

Ignoring the rewards pouring in, Roland was shaken to his core.

“I thought making a nuclear bomb by hand was just something you said for fun. You're actually doing it? That's way too hardcore.”

Still reeling, he opened another letter.

Player D: “Your Majesty, I'm a descendant of royalty. Send me ten thousand experience points and divine-tier equipment, and once I reclaim my kingdom, I'll make you my heir.”

Roland flew into a rage.

“Trying to scam me, of all people? Ban him.”

After accidentally transmigrating to the Infinite Continent, Roland became a magic cardmaker. Faced with threats from the Church and monsters running rampant, he began creating player cards and tricking players from another world into coming over as exploited laborers, forging the mighty Black Tower Empire on the Infinite Continent.

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