Call Me the Benevolent Father of Colonizers

Everyone says I earned my first fortune by selling my good looks, but you’ll never know that, in this era, simply surviving as a transmigrator with nothing to his name takes every ounce of strength.

I think true disgrace isn’t bowing your head and lowering your gaze. It’s dying without anyone ever knowing you were here.

When I become the emperor of a new age, a little hardship is nothing but the road I traveled to get there. Countless people will sing my praises.

Besides... I learned the true use of the Daily Intelligence Sign-In System from that woman, and I conquered her.

This is the age of steam and colonization, when whistles blare, black smoke billows, and nations scramble to carve up overseas territories.

My System won’t give me guns or gold. It can only reward me with one piece of secret intelligence after another, each powerful enough to shift the balance of power.

Surviving in the cracks by exploiting information gaps, I start out as a lowly dockworker, avoiding traps and seizing every fleeting opportunity.

By conquering one woman after another, I build a vast empire of my own, beyond the chessboard where nations contend for power.