I, Bailong, Am a Lord and Become a King by Farming.

"Have you heard? There is a country established by an evil five-color dragon in the north!" "Will red dragons still live in the ice sheet?" "Not the red dragon!" "The Blue Dragon family won't go there either." "It's Bai Long, the pale king. I heard that he was so crazy that he gave each of his subordinates the dragon vein transformation!" "Is it too late to go now? I remember that my ancestors seemed to have kobold blood." … I am Roy, Bailong, with the talent [Road to Become a King]. Every surrendered subject and every inch of conquered territory will bring me additional royal bonuses. The people who surrender to me will transform into dragon-veined relatives in their fanatical belief; the land conquered by me will become more fertile, and precious dragon blood medicinal materials can be born in every place. The subjects are my flesh and blood, the territory is my bones and muscles, and the canonized minions are the extension of my will. And I, with the support of hundreds of millions of sentient beings, will hold my throne high, suppress everything, and become the King of Kings. From then on, a white dragon was born who was keen on expanding his territory. While the red dragon was still complacent about the plundered gold mountain, the kobold legions under my command were already wearing enchanted heavy armor, and each one had a higher purity than the dragon-vein-transformed dependents. While the Green Dragon was still playing tricks in the dark corners, I had already used absolute crushing numbers and absolutely loyal subordinates to push through all the way. Times have changed, now is my Dragon Vein Empire.