If you woke up one day and found yourself transmigrated beside a sealed dungeon, with a black dragon so bored he'd shut himself away, an entire tribe of minotaurs whose singing could kill, a Flame Lord who loved cooking but had no skill, and several liches who enjoyed studying questions like 1 + 1 = ?... what would you do?
He Taiping said, "No conquest! No becoming a god! We're going to be farmers! We want food, drink, fun, and endless entertainment!
Want to watch succubi perform The Legend of the New White Snake? Come enjoy sauna and massage services from the dark elves! The great demon's lottery is on now, and the Flame Lord's barbecue is guaranteed to satisfy. When you have time, you can watch the minotaurs play soccer, and when you're tired, just have a nutritional potion made by the liches... Oh, and don't forget, registration is open for the first Quintas Supergirl pageant!
In short, fighting is all well and good, but too much of it gets tiresome. Claim a territory, earn two or three hundred million gold coins, make four or five friends, and gather six or seven thousand followers. That's more or less the entertaining otherworldly life of a new lord!"
