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I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!

After transmigrating into a book he had just finished reading, Eric found himself cast as the villainous cannon fodder. The original owner of the body was secretly and wholeheartedly in love with Max, the tribe's strongest warrior, but Max and Michael had grown up together and gradually developed feelings for each other. The original owner tried every means to obstruct them, was eventually exiled by the tribe, and died a miserable death from hunger and cold that winter. Many races existed on this continent, and he was not even human. Eric looked at the piece of grilled meat before him, burnt black as charcoal, and a handful of beans so hard they felt like they could chip his teeth. He looked up at the thatched roof that leaked rain in the summer and let snow through in the winter. Behind him, a small lion cub was wailing for food. Oh, and this little lion cub was also the story's devoted second male lead. The first step was to improve his life. What, the beastmen do not know how to farm? No problem, they can learn. Then they would not have to starve during the winter. Thatched huts, mud houses, and tents could all be replaced! The arrogant Elf race had a strong affinity for plants, which was perfect for farming, and the Dragon race could breathe fire, which was perfect for firing bricks! Humans called the Fantasy Dream Continent a cursed land. Later, a wandering poet would tell tales of the Snow Wolf Tribe who lived there, possessing all sorts of delicacies and fine, home-brewed wine whose aroma could travel for ten miles, leaving a rich aftertaste. Once the rumor spread, countless adventuring parties and mercenaries felt compelled to explore the land, even at the risk of being beaten half to death. Eric utilized the advantages of his bloodline, diligently farming and building infrastructure, leading the tribe toward a better life. It was just that one day he would pick up a prince of the Human race, and the next, a prince of the Elf race. With a prince of the Beastman Kingdom already in his house, Eric was at his wit's end. Perhaps I should just build a nation for all of you! And another thing, you, the main male lead, stop hovering around me! ... Auther: Please forgive my mistakes, as English is not my first language. I appreciate your understanding!
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Chronicles of the First Age

Before history, before kingdoms, before language or law, the world died and was born again. In the ashes of a forgotten age, the Earth awakened to a second beginning—its lands reshaped, its oceans teeming with monstrous life, and its air overflowing with dormant power. From this primal chaos, humanity rose once more: scattered, weak, and ignorant of the ancient forces pulsing beneath their feet. But the world remembers what they do not. When a young tribal chief survives a near-fatal encounter with a beast strong enough to tear mountains in the ages to come, a spark ignites within him. Through instinct, suffering, and an unyielding desire to shield his people, he becomes the first of humanity to step onto a path long lost: the path of cultivation. From the first breath of strength to the birth of concepts—Wisdom, Balance, War, Justice, Forging—new powers awaken among men. Tribes grow into clans, clans into nations, and the once-primitive world stirs with the early heartbeat of civilization. But as humanity rises, so too do envy, ambition, and darkness. An ancient order begins to weave itself into reality: the Mandate of Heaven, a system through which the world itself chooses who may lead, who may ascend, and who may shape the destiny of all living beings. Those who grasp Concepts may transcend mortality. Those who refine them may become gods. The First Age chronicles: - the rise of the First God of Wisdom and Balance, who lifts humanity out of savagery - the forging of rival gods—of War, Justice, Might, Betrayal, Devotion, and more - the clash between humanity’s potential and the beasts that ruled the world before them - the wars that shape continents - the first artifacts, the first laws, the first civilizations - the proto-mythical beasts evolving toward true dragons, phoenixes, leviathans, and beyond - the cosmic awakening that signals Earth’s place in the wider universe For every god born, a shadow grows. For every tribe united, a rival rises. For every spark of wisdom, a deeper mystery unfolds. This is the story of the world’s first cultivators. The story of how men became more than men. The story of gods being forged—from flesh, bone, and will alone. When the First Age ends, nothing of the old world will remain. And from its ashes, the age of gods will begin.
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