Lord: Starting with the System on Autopilot

【The skin of a lord's tale】【The flesh of a cool-headed tale】【The bones of political intrigue】 This is the worst of times. The nobles lord it over everyone, while commoners are treated like dirt. Orcs invade from the north, elves march east from the west, and dwarves campaign west from the east. There are 365 days in a year, and every single one is spent at war. Reborn in another world, Swain becomes the baron's son. Unfortunately, in this era of famine and corpses strewn across the land, he still can't get enough to eat or warm clothes to wear. Swain: "If you bastards leave me no way to live, don't blame me for raising the banner of rebellion." Use foreign races' hides to make rafts, and nobles' flesh to make oars. The day the System arrives is the day a new world is forged.