From the Start, I Chopped Trees, and Became His Majesty the King?

Mark transmigrated into the body of the Northern Duke’s third son, only to be exiled by his father to Seg Town, the northernmost settlement in the Northern Lands.

Vast forests, savage magical beasts, druids who were both friends and foes, and nobles with hidden agendas...

With his vision far ahead of his time, his tireless pioneering spirit, his extraordinary talent and intelligence, and just a tiny bit of help from the Lottery System,

he started out by chopping trees and gradually built the most magnificent magitech city on the continent, bringing happiness and comfort to its people while sending destruction and nightmares to its enemies.

Magitech engineers laid tracks for armored trains, while spell-poets struck up “The Lightning Troops Are Advancing.” Moose cavalry and mana-powered tanks charged forward in tandem, as ancient war trees and riveted steam mechs formed an unstoppable line...

He was crowned king in the holy city of Lorentium. Facing the pope’s eager gaze, he called out, “I came here today for one thing: to reform the Church! I’ve said my piece. Who’s for it, and who’s against it?”

Countless warriors roared their assent, clenching their right fists over their chests and shouting, “Loyalty!”